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 um genio que se vai .... muito dificil explicar ou ate mesmo entender 
se podemos sentir algo com a morte de Steve Jobs, talvez o mundo sinta, 
ate os invejosos podem sentir.  Jobs nao eh ninguem da familia, mas qdo 
se tem apple vc se torna da familia. &lt;br /&gt; Ele sempre conseguiu fazer do 
arroz com feijao um grande momento, muitos se agitam qdo a apple diz que
 vai anunciar alguma coisa !!! Ele sabia como fazer, espera-se que a 
liçao seja sempre seguida pelos que ficaram com essa maquina de fazer 
dinheiro e inveja...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Steve Jobs 1955-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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Falar de arbitragem eh facil, vi o Palmeiras ser roubado muitas vezes e ajudado muitas vezes, mas se jogar bola e fizer gol a vida fica um pouco mais facil .&lt;br /&gt;
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O que mais incomoda nessa saga toda é ter um time fraco , com um técnico apenas bom e que se acha o melhor do mundo. Acho ate que o Felipao deu uma arrumada no negocio, mas milagre nem o João de Deus .&lt;br /&gt;
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Não é facil ser o time mais odiado pela imprensa que transforma 1 a 0 em goleada e quem dirá o que rolou ontem em Curitiba.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se esse bando de merda tivesse algum interesse em ajudar e fazer um trabalho bem feito veria que tem mais gente dentro do Palmeiras contra tudo do que a favor de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Essa historia da arena é um otimo exemplo, porque nao saber o que realmente esta errado ? WTorre de um lado alfinetando e o Palmeiras do outro fazendo força pra não dar certo ....&lt;br /&gt;
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Só politica e poder ou os DINHEIROS não estão bem combinados entre os que atrapalham ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 335 jogos&lt;br /&gt;
120 vitórias do Palmeiras [ 492 gols ]&lt;br /&gt;
100 empates&lt;br /&gt;
115 vitórias do Corinthians [ 449 gols ]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;No Campeonato Paulista&lt;/strong&gt;: 198 jogos&lt;br /&gt;
69 vitórias do Palmeiras [ 292 gols]&lt;br /&gt;
56 empates&lt;br /&gt;
72 vitórias do Corinthians [ 269 gols ]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Palmeiras e Corinthians&lt;/strong&gt; já se enfrentaram 144 vezes no estádio do Pacaembu. São 47 vitórias do Palmeiras, 41 empates e 56 vitórias do Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;
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Primeiro jogo da história entre os dois clubes e também do  Campeonato Paulista. 06/05/1917, no estádio Palestra Itália: Palestra  Itália 3 x 0 Corinthians. Gols: Caetano (3).&lt;br /&gt;
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Primeiro jogo da &lt;strong&gt;história entre Palmeiras e Corinthians&lt;/strong&gt;  na história do Pacaembu. 05/05/1940, Palestra Itália 2×1 Corinthians,  pela Taça Cidade de SP. Os gols foram Echevarrieta e Luizinho;  Begliomini fez para o Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nos últimos quatro anos, o &lt;strong&gt;Palmeiras&lt;/strong&gt; só foi  derrotado duas vezes para o Corinthians (ambas por 0×1 no Pacaembu, pelo  Paulistão e Brasileiro de 2010). Nesse período, foram 5 vitórias do  Palmeiras e 3 empates (Veja abaixo a relação de jogos).&lt;br /&gt;
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Em 2010, &lt;strong&gt;Palmeiras e Corinthians&lt;/strong&gt; se enfrentaram  três vezes: foram duas vitórias do Corinthians, uma no Paulistão e  outra no Brasileiro, ambas por 1×0, e um empate em 1×1, pelo Brasileiro.  Todos os jogos foram no Pacaembu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Últimas partidas entre as duas equipes:&lt;br /&gt;
22/10/10 – Corinthians 1 x 0 Palmeiras – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
01/08/10 – Palmeiras 1 x 1 Corinthians – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
31/01/10 – Corinthians 1 x 0 Palmeiras – C.Paulista&lt;br /&gt;
01/11/09 – Palmeiras 2 x 2 Corinthians – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
26/07/09 – Corinthians 0 x 3 Palmeiras – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
08/03/09 – Palmeiras 1 x 1 Corinthians – Paulistão&lt;br /&gt;
02/03/08 – Palmeiras 1 x 0 Corinthians – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
23/09/07 – Palmeiras 1 x 0 Corinthians – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
30/06/07 – Corinthians 0 x 1 Palmeiras – C.Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;
04/03/07 – Corinthians 0 x 3 Palmeiras – Paulistão&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Placares&lt;/strong&gt;: Os resultados de 1×0 e 2×1 são os  mais comuns entre os dois times: aconteceram 55 vezes das 334 partidas  da história. Ocorreram apenas 31 empates por 0×0. Já as goleadas também  são marcantes na história dos confrontos: o resultado por três ou mais  gols de diferença aconteceu em 44 ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;
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As goleadas também são marcantes na história dos confrontos.  O resultado por três ou mais gols de diferença aconteceu em 43  ocasiões.&lt;br /&gt;
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Foram 3 vitórias em 2007: 3×0 no Paulistão [gols de Edmundo  (2) e Osmar], e duas vitórias no Brasileirão: 1×0 no primeiro turno, gol  de Dininho, e 1×0 no segundo turno, gol do zagueiro Nen. Em 2008, os  dois times se enfrentaram uma vez, e o Verdão venceu por 1×0, gol de  Valdivia. Todos esses jogos aconteceram no Morumbi. O empate aconteceu  no Paulistão deste ano, por 1×1, em Presidente Prudente.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 caixa de catupiry (aquele redondo que vem na caixa azul e vermelha) . Se voce não tiver o catupiry não tem problema, vai comprar , não da para fazer com outro.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 monte de alho cru picado &lt;br /&gt;
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1 Litro de Azeite ( Eu disse azeite , ve se não vai meter olho lisa que fica uma merda)&lt;br /&gt;
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1 pouco de oregano&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Cerveja muito gelada, do CU da foca ! (aquela que fica com a casquinha de gelo)&lt;br /&gt;
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1 Fogão ( Não sei se dá para fazer no Micro ondas, se tentar avisa se der merda)&lt;br /&gt;
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Gás , Pano de prato, Luva para pegar o prato no forno, Espaço na Pia, Garfo e Faca .&lt;br /&gt;
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Se faltou alguma coisa depois voce me conta e escrevo aqui !&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah ! Arruma alguem para lavar tudo depois.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tire o "Catupa" da caixa, sem detonar e tempera o bicho com alho cru picado .&lt;br /&gt;
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JÁ VAI ESQUENTANDO AZEITE !&amp;nbsp; Não tenho a mais puta idéia de quanto azeite e nem quanto tempo, mas vai olhando para não dar merda !&lt;br /&gt;
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Lembra do Azeite ? Pois é , com cuidado vai jogando devagar no "Catupa".&amp;nbsp; Mas joga devagar porque o negocio aqui é que o azeite quente frite o alho que jogamos no "Catupa".&lt;br /&gt;
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IMPORTANTE ! Conta pra nós quanto azeite voce colocou e quanto tempo voce deixou ! Se deu merda nem precisa contar !&lt;br /&gt;
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LIGA O FORNO ! (Não sei quantos graus, testa ai e me fala depois) .&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois de toda aquela coisa com o azeite, coloca toda a parada no FORNO !&amp;nbsp; Vai olhando e veja se o "Catupa" continua meio amarelo igual o da foto ai do lado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se ficar bem escuro (queimado) não tem problema, começa de novo que esse já fudeu !&lt;br /&gt;
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Algum tempo depois, pode tirar do forno e descer orégano....&lt;br /&gt;
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IMPORTANTE ! Se voce não gosta de orégano e não colocar no queijo, pode ser que o seu prato não fique igual a foto ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora é só comer !&lt;br /&gt;
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Ouvi dizer que isso fica bom para KARAJO com pão de queijo !&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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IMPORTANTE ! Dependendo de quem voce convidou para assistir o jogo compra umas 4 caixas de catupiry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890551771623668425-7003809284314008771?l=molazangado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;advice now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Floss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;only with yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when they're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you'll ever own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;past and the people most likely to stick with you in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;who knew you when you were young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;soft. Travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;either one might run out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will look 85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Essa eu ja tenho !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lembrar desse dia e desse JOGO nunca será demais ! Mas antes vou voltar uma semana, o dia 06 de Junho, um domingo a tarde no Morumbi, eu e a familia Maia , meu amigo Rodney (Esse é palestra mesmo) , Alex e o grande José Domiciano. &lt;br /&gt;
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Estávamos atras do gol em que um tal de Viola cometeu um dos maiores erros da vida, tripudiar e fazer chacota com a Sociedade Esportiva Palmeiras.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8t2eTsc7_do/TXYoZ_t4VjI/AAAAAAAACEE/VcH8VDHyUs4/s1600/Viola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8t2eTsc7_do/TXYoZ_t4VjI/AAAAAAAACEE/VcH8VDHyUs4/s200/Viola.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voce nunca deveria ter feito isso !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Não vou me alongar até porque sabemos que esse jogo foi 1 a 0 para o CUrintia e que fora a cerveja e o pernil da porta do estadio nossa semana foi um inferno. Digo nossa porque eu e o Sr. Rodney trabalhavamos juntos no Banco Nacional ali na Av. Ipiranga esquina com a São João, e nós dois eramos os unicos Palestrinos do pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;O DIA DO JOGO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Bom, vamos o grande dia, Sábado 12 de Junho de 1993 . Sabemos que 12 de junho é o dia dos namorados mas devo confessar que nessa época eu não estava pegando nem gripe, sendo assim, vamos para o JOGO .&lt;br /&gt;
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Dessa vez fui sozinho, comprei um ingresso de geral e fiquei bem atras do gol onde o Zinho começou a festa ! Lembro que cheguei ao Morumbi as 10:30 da manha, jogo as 4 da tarde, mas a certeza e a confiança era tão grande que a hora pouco importava.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;COMEÇA A PARTIDA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Antes de começar, um detalhe muito importante para mim, jogo sempre no radinho de pilha !&lt;br /&gt;
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Não tenho muito que falar de um jogo em que um time é muito superior ao outro , e na minha opinião seria até se o CUrintia tivesse 18 em campo. &lt;br /&gt;
Zinho, Evair e Edilson decretaram o placar no tempo normal, destaque para a jogada do monstro Mazinho pela esquerda e o passe para o meio da area encontrando o 9 matador , EVAIR.&lt;br /&gt;
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Colocar a culpa no Juiz é a melhor saida para um jogo em que as coisas não saem como o esperado ou quando o outro time é superior. Vendo novamente o video do jogo, apesar dele não sair da minha mente, as faltas do Henrique e do Ronaldo até o Simon marcaria a favor do Palmeiras. Em relação ao lance do Edmundo no Paulo Sérgio o cartão amarelo foi honesto e pronto. &lt;br /&gt;
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Posso garantir que a prorrogação demorou mais que o jogo todo, interminável, até o GOL do Evair (9 matador) de panalti.&amp;nbsp; Alias o cara puxa a camisa na cara dura na frente das câmeras viciadas e maldosas da Rede Globo (Afiliada da NASA nos jogos do Palmeiras).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graças a Deus eu estava lá !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fim de jogo, José Silverio faz em minha opinião a narração mais emocionante que ja ouvi.&amp;nbsp; E o Milton Neves comandaria o melhor "Terceiro Tempo" da historia do radio.&lt;br /&gt;
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A saida foi tumultuada e depois de uma briga gigante fui para no comando da Policia Militar comandada na época por um amigo do meu Pai .&lt;br /&gt;
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Nessa altura do campeonato estava eu no saguão do Morumbi vendo os caras do CUrintia entrando no ônibus, ate o Alexandre Frota estava nessa, e o José Aparecido saindo dentro de uma Ambulância (escondido) .&lt;br /&gt;
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Sai efetivamente do Morumbi as 21:30 , lembrando que cheguei as 10 da manha. Fui para a Paulista que para quem lembra não era nem sombra da completamente tomada Av. Sumaré e arredores do Palestra Italia.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agradeço a vcs do fundo do meu coração ! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO FUTEBOL COM AMIGOS, A GENTE VÊ QUEM TEM CARÁTER"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O escritor Albert Camus, que era goleiro, já dizia  que tudo o que aprendera sobre os homens vinha dos campos de futebol.  Pura verdade. Tinha um cara na minha pelada semanal que cavava faltas.  Acredita? Pode um sujeito simular falta onde o que vale é a palavra de  cada um, a lei do “pediu, parou”? Justamente porque não tem juiz e o  árbitro é a consciência? Pois é, o dito fazia isso. Um pária. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se quisermos ter uma vida decente, há certas  coisas que não devemos fazer no nosso sagrado jogo semanal. Dizer que  vai e não aparecer, por exemplo. Só pode em caso de morte – própria ou  de parente coladinho (tio já é muito longe, e sogra vai de você se vale  ausência ou churrasco). Porque a diversão de todos depende da presença  de cada um. Jogar com um a menos, pegar um cara emprestado da outra  quadra, fazer goleiro-linha avacalham qualquer partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outra coisa inadmissível em pelada é não querer  revezar no gol. Tem que ir e pronto. Tem muito gaiato também que, aos  primeiros chuviscos durante a tarde, se vê no direito de faltar porque  “como tava chovendo pensei que não ia ter jogo”. Esse tipo deve ser  defenestrado, nunca mais chamado pra nada. Intempéries não é motivo de  cancelamento de jogo. Nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E tem também o que se finge de morto na hora de  revezar quando tem um a mais no quorum. “Quem sai agora?”, e o cara  quieto, esperando alguém que já saiu se candidatar de novo. Sem falar no  imbecil que fica reclamando do goleiro. Goleiro de pelada é um ser à  parte. Superior. Abnegado, uma espécie de&amp;nbsp;justo que topa ficar levando  bolada enquanto os outros correm. Não se reclama dele nunca. Na nossa  pelada, os goleiros não pagam o aluguel da quadra. É nossa forma de  agradecer por eles existirem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Verdade é que qualquer um desses deslizes de caráter é muito mais  grave do que uma entrada mais dura. Um xingamento aos berros ou cara  feia depois de um gol perdido – tropeços assim são esquecidos já no  vestiário ou na mesa da cerveja. Aqueles outros, não. Quando o cara dá o  cano sem motivo, reclama ao ir para o gol, se omite na hora de revezar.  Fica botando a mão na bola, está no fundo sinalizando que não merece  estar ali com a gente toda semana, compartilhando risadas, raivas,  botando pra fora nossos monstros. Deve ser demitido da turma, exatamente  como fizemos com o rato que cavava falta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 COISAS QUE APRENDI COM O FUTEBOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Respeitar os códigos de conduta. Valem mais que lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 -&lt;/span&gt;  Jamais tripudiar (gritar “TOOOOOMA!!!, por exemplo) do adversário após  marcar um gol. Ele ganhara o direito de te partir ao meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 -&lt;/span&gt; Todo goleiro é imaculado. Reclamar com ele é pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 -&lt;/span&gt; A gente não vai ganhar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 -&lt;/span&gt; É melhor ter dois times parelhos do que um mais forte e outro mais fraco – mesmo que você esteja no mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IMPORTANTE : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A roupa também diz muito sobre o caráter do peladeiro. Jogar de bermuda de surfista, regata e tênis iate é coisa de moleque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maurício Barros&amp;nbsp;  diz que odeia quem aparece pra jogar bola usando boné! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8890551771623668425-2370092418874621194?l=molazangado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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