In protest at the victory of a team that has never had experience either of the semi-finals League world, we can finally denounce the terrorist chief protagonist of magheggiate we were behind the world: the vuvuzela.
The documentary will soon be at the cinema.
Please note that everything that is written above is purely fictional, the work is the brainchild of one of football if they fuck, and would not be in any way linked with reality. Or maybe not. Or maybe you. Or maybe boh. Think what you like, I preferred the Netherlands, I prefer the octopus turns out to troll the troll more than ever, and it will die instead remembered as a prophet of our times he has learned from his mistakes (remember he had the wrong prediction of the last European final?). In any case, the vuvuzela to death, death to death depreciation. As well as calcium 3D cinema.