I know you're tired of working all week at home and always have things to do on Saturdays. But you also know that I play football on Saturday and I prepare with enthusiasm and effort during the week for each game.
So when I'm on the track struggling with my colleagues and I get things right, you look in the stands look of pride ... but I do not see .
When we make a goal and we all feel Maradona, hope to hear you scream of joy and encouragement ... but can not hear you .
When we win a game I have so much joy that I need to share it with you, like other guys ... but you're not .
And when we lose, then to kill me to give back to an adverse outcome without success, I need you by my side to feel your words of encouragement ... but do not feel .
You know I am not a "crack" and perhaps never will be, but every second of every game I play, I do the best I can do what you taught me I have to do in life: I try to carry your name proudly.
And I want you're also proud of what I do, I need you to join me in my joys and sorrows. From the stands I need your voice be heard and joy and encouragement when things did not go well, give me strength to improve.
also need to know that although I am not a "crack", you value my efforts and are proud of me ...
So I ask:
Why not come, Dad?
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