A book about football. It's a comic chapter when we believe that it's a game that has no comprehensible language that can be translated for others, because these others are part of the game itself. Thus, an incessant series of indulgence of drowning in intertwined and intertwined seas, oceans and rivers without paying attention or stopping at a sea that is salty and a river overflowing with serenity and sweetness.

Football is difficult to describe, difficult to connotate and inferred, perhaps equivalent to the adventure of communicating the true taste of tropical fruits to those deprived of them in a village in the middle of the jungles of Africa. This taste of fruit will only be known to those who taste it, for the imagination will be completely disrupted as the link between the five senses is out of service in such a case. Football and writing about it is nothing but adventure, risk, and acrobatic game that has become a thing of the unhappy past.