Se salva de la expulsión Piovi de @CruzAzul por darle un balonazo y pisarlo con los tachones al jugador de @Chivas después de que Cesar Ramos sancionó una falta.
El VAR durmiendo 💤😴
“Ebere y los dos milagros del VAR”
Acto 1: una plancha de expulsión… y gracias al VAR, nada.
Acto 2: el mismo jugador se tira, compran la actuación y encima el VAR les regala penal.
Acto 3: Ebere detiene la carrera del penal, lo que debieron repetirlo.
¿El nombre de la obra?
El VAR y los 40 ladrones.
Y cerremos esta serie de 🧵s para entender qué tan profundo es el pozo en el que se ahoga la Selección Mexicana de Futbol. No es un problema de talento, es un problema de modelo económico.
HILO DE LOS GOLES DE NUESTRO CLUB DEPORTIVO GUADALAJARA EN EL APERTURA 2023 🐐
*Éste hilo se irá actualizando mientras el torneo continúe*
Like y RT se agradece mi gente 🇫🇷❤️
Frida Kahlo takes a family photo, wearing a 3-piece suit and holding a cane, 1924.
Nearly 30 years later, in 1953, she writes a letter to Diego Rivera as she awaits surgery to amputate one of her legs.
"I'm writing this letter from a hospital room before I am admitted into the operating theatre. They want me to hurry, but I am determined to finish writing first, as I don't want to leave anything unfinished. Especially now that I know what they are up to. They want to hurt my pride by cutting a leg off. When they told me it would be necessary to amputate, the news didn't affect me the way everybody expected. No, I was already a maimed woman when I lost you, again, for the umpteenth time maybe, and still I survived.
I am not afraid of pain, and you know it. It is almost inherent to my being, although I confess that I suffered, and a great deal, when you cheated on me, every time you did it, not just with my sister but with so many other women. How did they let themselves be fooled by you?
…Let's not fool ourselves, Diego, I gave you everything that is humanly possible to offer, and we both know that. But still, how the hell do you manage to seduce so many women when you're such an ugly son of a bitch?
The reason why I'm writing is not to accuse you of anything more than we've already accused each other of in this and however many more bloody lives. It's because I'm having a leg cut off (damned thing, it got what it wanted in the end). I told you I've counted myself as incomplete for a long time, but why the fuck does everybody else need to know about it too? Now my fragmentation will be obvious for everyone to see, for you to see... That's why I'm telling you before you hear it on the grapevine...
…I'm writing to let you know I'm releasing you, I'm amputating you. Be happy and never seek me again. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want you to hear from me. If there is anything I'd enjoy before I die, it'd be not having to see your fucking horrible bastard face wandering around my garden.
That is all, I can now go to be chopped up in peace.
Goodbye from somebody who is crazy and vehemently in love with you,
Your Frida"