Al Fondo De La Red
Bersuit Vergarabat
At the Bottom of the Net
(Enrique Macaya Marquez, sports commentator):
- How are you doing, how are you, naturally the first part of the program has concluded, you will be able to appreciate how my voice blends with the rising sound of the drum in a typical Rio de la Plata rhythm to later give way to the entrance of a harmonica that has nothing to do with soccer.
By the way he positions himself,
In the middle of the field,
Killing it with his chest,
Flying to the sideline,
You don't know which foot,
He will go past them again,
With a fleeting agony or playing a wall.
By the way he stops it,
Pressing it against the ground,
Raising his head,
Winning the short sprint,
You don't know which foot,
He will dribble past them again,
The side defender in my unbelieving eyes.
How he breaks the waist and reason,
The bird adjusts in the air,
To paint that goal on Sunday.
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By the way he changes it,
Without doing one too many,
With that exquisite curve,
That anticipates chance,
You don't know which foot,
He will go past them this time,
From the shins of the defender,
To my unbelieving eyes.
By the way he positions himself,
To take the penalty kick,
Where he risks it all,
No rematch or saying,
Ohhh.
You don't know which foot,
He will go past them this time,
The side defender,
To my unbelieving eyes.
How he breaks the waist and reason,
The bird adjusts in the air,
To paint that goal on Sunday.
