Hey we're back from Paris!
What about after a trip back in time ... oh yes because a mom of 35 years who thought they had remained the only gym and aerobics gather to play on French soil against English teams, English, Irish, New Zealand, it was like be back at 16-17 years.
For three days we woke up at dawn, without even time to think we were already in the field in front of the opponents at 8 am.
I did not think they still have the emotion that takes you in minutes before the kick-off, is something difficult to explain, you would have already finished the game, but at the same time can not wait to get tested and to give all of yourself for your team.
Yes, because the team was my family for three days (without taking anything away from my real family I have to thank you so much for having me followed, supported and tolerated by many sacrifices).
The initial ceremony was very pretty and also exciting with the hymns and parade each team, but that moment I had not realized what he was going to happen to me all the adventure took place in the playground. There
slowly we built the team, we can not deny that there have been difficulties since it was the fourth for some, even some third for the second time we met.
All we wanted to play and win together, each conscious of having to contribute their own resources to help others, no jealousies, no fights, no criticism, but grit and maturity.
There was also a difficult time I have to admit, when I would not really wanted there went to Paris and I must thank all my mates, my captain and George for the trust and support that they gave me the charge to play until the end time then even more.
Playing against teams who have a history has given us something more, drove us to play the best of our ability to demonstrate that our team deserved to be there even though young Europeans. Amazingly
in our category (mixed category) was m the correctness of all the players, the respect for the honesty of his companions, opponents and referees.
the end of each game we took a picture with our adversaries, we laughed and joked and we shook hands after the game with the Spaniards thought we should be sung and danced the flamenco and who knows what else we have combined it not that the British were waiting for us in field to play.
And what about the final party ...
Music, beer, people dancing in the stands, Italian, English, French, Belgian, English, Scottish and many others who celebrated together, new friendships were born, old friendships found themselves in a performance to which they are proud to have participated.
When we returned home my 4 year old daughter told me that you liked Paris a lot and that tomorrow (tomorrow is the future for her) she will go to Paris to play with the blue shirt of Italy and the I show how you play.
For me having transmitted this enthusiasm was my victory Europeans.
Hello everyone.
Maria Rosa
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