kironepraktičar

nije da je važno ali joe ingles je vazda nešto bio potcenjen od publike u evropi. neki pristupi igri u nekim timovima su mu više prijali, neki manje, negde je imao veću ulogu i tako .. ali je u suštini donosio uvek iste stavke na sličnom nivou

imao je on i u kulturološko-društvenom smislu relativno bitan značaj ali naravno, suština je da je bio magičan igrač jutros sam gledao jedno 50 komada isključivo štopovanja/primanja lopte

znam da barkley često pominje kako partizanovci vole ružnu košarku ali trae je baš puno ružan

1. Almost No Visible Chain Saws God had knee surgery on July 24, and He was still limping six weeks later, on September 8, when He walked out of the giant inflatable wolf’s head onto the soccer pitch at the Estadio Juan Carmelo Zerillo, in the Argentine city of La Plata. God wore a navy Le Coq Sportif hoodie with His initials (D.M.) on the chest, a white snapback cap, two glittering earrings, and track pants. God had not shaved, though He was not exactly sporting a full beard, either—it was more of a divine scruff situation—and He looked tiny, plush, and fragile. At 58, God was technically only three years older than Brad Pitt, but he did not call to mind Brad Pitt’s older brother so much as a small gnome in Brad Pitt’s older brother’s garden. With His billowing neck, heavy features, and dramatic mouth, God looked like a toad that was about to make a scene in a nice restaurant. God was being unveiled as the new manager of El Lobo, the Club de Gimnasia y Esgrima La Plata, also known as Gimnasia, or GELP. Many thousands of people had come to see Him unveiled. The people sang and shrieked His name. God gazed up at the people, in the manner foretold in 2 Chronicles: “For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.” The people shrieked even louder. For their hearts were perfect toward Him, and they wished dearly to shew Him this, and they shewed him using all the means at their disposal, mostly by shaking blue balloons, and by jumping. The frenzy of their greeting brought a tear to God’s eye. He blew kisses to the people. Then some men came out and put Him in a golf cart. “Diego!” the crowd thundered. “Maradoooo!” Diego Maradona—for such was God’s name—rode out toward the middle of the pitch. His body language was uncharacteristically restrained, even timid. He seemed overwhelmed by the magnitude of the moment. Maradona’s arrival at Gimnasia marked his return to working in his home country. As a player, of course, Maradona had been, well, God—winner of the ’86 World Cup, scorer of legendary goals, on any short list of the biggest stars ever. As a coach—well, he had been a really incredible player. When he managed Argentina’s national team during the 2010 World Cup, he was perhaps most famous for telling a journalist to “suck it and go on sucking it” after the team narrowly squeaked into the tournament. Since then, he had stints coaching in the United Arab Emirates. Most recently, he had been the manager of the Mexican club Dorados de Sinaloa, a fact that many people on the internet had remarked upon with mischief, for verily is Sinaloa a stronghold of drug cartels, and well had Maradona been known to sample the odd cartel product every now and then, in moderation. He left that job in June, however, before the knee surgery. Now he was here. He got out of the golf cart. Smoke from several fiery explosions that had coincided with his arrival drifted over the flags that were waving and the banners that were being held aloft. His managerial record might have been mediocre—he’d never spent longer with a club than his 22-game stretch with the Cheetahs of Al-Wasl in 2011 and 2012—but the Gimnasia fans saw him as their savior. El Lobo had taken only one point from five matches and were flirting with relegation, but it was all right. Diego was here. In the stands, a man with freshly shaved hair was showing photographers the new Maradona tattoo he had gotten on his scalp. Outside the stadium, where fans were celebrating in the streets, a man commemorated God’s arrival by waving a chain saw over his head. This was not apparent from inside the stadium, where there were few to no visible chain saws. He began to address the crowd, still moving timidly. As he spoke, people kept leaping onto the pitch to try to get close to him. One man sprinted toward him with a giant umbrella that had Maradona’s face on it, seemingly wanting nothing more—from the moment, possibly from life—than to stand near Maradona and hold the Maradona’s-head umbrella over Maradona’s head. Watching the pitch invaders, listening to the roar of the singing, Maradona finally seemed to thaw. He started dancing a little. He got sassy with the crowd. It was as if a certain threshold of chaos had to be reached, and then the City of Misrule that builds itself around him everywhere he goes could begin flying together, brick by haphazard brick. When the City of Misrule appears, normal rules are suspended. Jesters become kings. The order of things turns on its head. In the City of Misrule, he knows how to carry himself. He shouted. He sobbed. He marched around the pitch with members of his new team in a formation that was partly “impromptu military phalanx” and partly “floor-level camera panning backward in a smoky ’90s music video while a boy band struts forward to get you back, girl.” He led the crowd in the classic Argentine soccer chant, “If you don’t jump, you’re an Englishman.” He was the smallest living creature in the stadium—in his tousled younger days, perhaps the uppermost curl of his pouf brushed 5 feet, 5—yet his aura towered. He seemed healed, renewed by mayhem. Every so often he’d look up with his eyes brimming, soaking it all in, as if the past and the future were catching up to him at the same time. https://www.theringer.com/2019/10/1/20891805/diego-maradona-hand-of-god-argentina-world-cup

onaj gol zvezdi, mislim da sam tada zavoleo fudbal

au tek sad kapiram da je umro. makar si mi dao dobar intro da saznam sjajan video, nekako kači dijegov essence

bogdan - solidno lepsi

@lepi laki

okej, kapiram šta pišeš. za mene je uspeh nešto drugo - da se liga održava uglavnom neometano i bez tih naknadnih tekmi, zahvaljujući surovom čekingu igrača i stafa u timovima. možda ja tripujem, tj, možda to ni u nba ne uspe van bubblea

pa nije to kao nba - igramo u jednoj ligi i treniramo u evropi se igraju po dve - tri lige / kupa istovremeno, nema el jurisdikciju nad svim i svačim kao u nba + lova koja se ulaže u americi = neuporedivo kao da se ti i ja u svom poslu poredimo sa nekim amerima. možemo da budemo stravara i super, igra je potpuno drugačija

singleton, larkin, kruno je dovoljna osovina da niko ne bude favorit, ako već nisu oni, imo.

deprimiraš me sa ovim odgovorima 20+ časova kasnije : i otkud znam šta sam mislio, sve se slažem

jel igraju larkin, micić, buboa, danston, singlton, simon? (pitam, nisam pratio) ako igra 3-4 od ovih 6, teško je reći da smo favoriti

jel imate neke linkove za preporučiti? naravno ako mi satnica paše, iza 12h ne počinjem basket studentarije nemam arenu, niti onog kodi mekintajera, da odma predupredim te odgovore

mozli 10ak ličnih, stvarno se ne viđa često ovo

taman naslonim strelicu da ti podam recs, kad ti ovo. nema veye eto ti recs

naravno, niti znamo o čemu je presti razmišljao, niti s'kim i o čemu je pričao. ja sam pitao tebe zašto računaš isključivo opcije sa pikovima u dilovanju šredera, pošto je bio takav post inače, ne slažem se da celticsima ne treba šreder kao backup; smart može nešto u tom departmanu ali nije kao da je on taj backup + šreder isto može sa plejmejkerom u postavu nebitno, samo sam dao prvi primer iz glave. pretpostavljam da i clippersi u teoriji žele takvog igrača, 76ersi, hjuston, juta ... mislim, možda je presti sve to probao, otkud znam

ne znam kog talentovanog ili netalentovanog igraca bi mogli uzeti, samo kazem da je bilo prostora i za to. kada imas 37 pikova, jedan ne pravi narocitu razliku, pogotovo ako je 28. ili koji vec po redu nema tog drafta na kojem je takav pik narocito vredan po meni je svakako postojao prostor da nekog mladica pokupe. verujem da bi ainge dao nekoga iz celticsa, ionako nema gde u roster da ih metne a mislim da nemaju nekog ludog rezervnog PGa, mozda gresim oni mi prvi padaju na pamet, verovatno ima jos makar nekoliko contendera koji bi promislili na temu i dali nekog mladica

@Drakaris ne igraju thundersima samo pikovi, zapravo toga ima k'o pleve svejedno. zašto misliš da nisu mogli uzeti nekog mladog igrača koji je već u ligi?

vidi grofe, leonard je rekao hoće da ide i gotovo. ostala mu godina ugovora i nakon toga je UFA. imao je svoje destinacije, spursi rekli ko te jebe ideš u kanadu jer ujiri daje ono što mislimo da nam treba za jednogodišnju rentu i nadu da će ga potpisati u FA. uzeli titulu i lik zapalio - što valjda jasno potvrđuje da je dečko naumio da ode u la, iako je u raptorsima imao i dobru postavu i titulu i veliko tržište i šta sve već. mogli su spursi da kažu, "okej, nećemo dobrog ali ne sjajnog igrača na tri sezone, hoćemo mlade igrače i buduće pikove" i situacija bi možda bila drugačija. poenta je da su oni rešili da dovedu igrača koji im odgovara da LMA ima s'kim da igra harden ima ugovor na još tri sezone (player option u trećoj ali za 47 miliona, što će cenim uzeti). ne može se porediti sa kawhi-situacijom nikako

kako god okreneš, dva kandidata za najboljeg šestog igrača sezone ste dobili za dž. u tom smislu, najbolji članovi lakers front officea su FO thundersa i montrezl harrell 😕 baš me zanima da li su i ostali favoriti završili ili će biti još nekih pokušaja za upgrade. leonard - derozan nije krađa prosto zato što je spursima odgovaralo da imaju derozana na tri godine, jer dobri igrači slabo do nikako ne dolaze u san antonio u FA, u zamenu za leonardovu jednu godinu. nije leonard kao davis dobio ekipu koju je želeo, već je rentiran od raptorsa.

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lebrona posmatram kao svetog georgija nba lige a davis mu je at. samo ga greškom zovu ad, trebalo bi at.