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o presidente…

Uruguayan President José Mujica has berated FIFA after football’s governing body saw fit to ban Suarez for nine games and four months as punishment for biting an opponent for the third time in his professional career.

Speaking during a live televised interview on a sports programme in Uruguay, Mujica was asked about Suarez’s punishment.

“We should take sanctions [against Suarez], but not these [FIFA’s] fascist sanctions,” he responded in an agitated voice.

He was then asked what he’d remember about the World Cup, to which he replied: “That FIFA are a bunch of old bastards!”

Following his remark, Mujica reportedly covered his hand with his mouth.

He was then asked if the show could broadcast his outburst, to which he answered: “Broadcast it, for me.”

It would appear that the president is very much toeing the nationwide line on the Suarez front.

For a clearer explanation of what we’re hinting at, we thoroughly suggest you read the account of theUruguayan fan who dared to criticise Suarez which appeared in the Guardian yesterday.

daqui!

fazendo gracinha e…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWVyq-CHNnU

®esistro foi, ontem, a uruguai X colômbia… e ficou bem no meio das duas torcidas.

o ambiente estava carregado… mas ninguém saiu na mão, felizmente, pra ele.

mas ®esistro ficou indignado com a indelicadeza com que foram recebidos, sobretudo, os platenses

por parte da torcida local… disse ele, inclusive, que por pouco não saiu de seu lugar para tomar

satisfação com um “canarinho” petulante que estava por perto!

na saída, com a eliminação da celeste, os brazukinhas – que nada tinham a ver com a bagaça – começaram a fazer

gracinha com a torcida do uruguai.

o resultado está ali em cima… sobrou pro tricolor!

ainda no tema envolvendo a pachecada…

diegão, um dos gerentes do coleção de camisas, enviou as bulas que foram distribuidas à “torcida” brazuka, ontem, em BH…

só rindo… pra não chorar!

saNta ivete…

ainda agora, é meio dia, na tracks, o beto (sumidade musical/vendedor da loja) mandou na minha lata:

– maurição, tá sabendo desse programa de bandas, na vênus, depois do fantástico?

– cacilds, betão… vi o primeiro e larguei, muita maldade com quem vai lá

– rapá, num desses últimos rolou um lance inacreditável com seu baixista favorito

– êita, calma betão… muita calma

– hahaha… depois de uma banda se apresentar, a ivete disse que o baixo do cara lembrava muito o de uma banda dos anos 70 chamada free

eu, que estava colocando o copo de mate no bico, quase morri afogado!

– PQParille, betão, que porra é essa, a sangalo?

– é verdade, ela citou o free no programa. imagina se ela fala andy fraser! mesmo assim, a existência da ivete já está justificada

– saNta ivete

marcelo “caipirinha” mandou pra gente…

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“Brazilian craziness, just the right side of danceable

Who knows if it was anarchic perverseness, artistic vision, or a bit of both that prompted this formidable Sao Paulo band to open their second album with a dissonant two-minute whirlwind of squealing car-breaks sax, bish-bash percussion and wilfully distorted vocals. But the important thing is that, once you get through this brief storm, the sun is shining on the other side. From then on Metal Metal is a cool, measured delight that unselfconsciously mixes art rock, modern jazz and funky Afro-Brazilian rhythms while folding in tales of some long-neglected gods and goddesses of the ancient Yoruba people.

When Kiko Dinucci’s heavy guitar and Thiago Franca’s sinuous sax are wrestling for dominance behind Jucara Marcal’s measured vocals, the resulting thunderous wall of sound is not unlike Neneh Cherry’s recent work with free jazz trio The Thing. Then, by contrast, a track such as the ragged but laid-back ‘Cobra Rasteira’ brings to mind Marc Ribot’s excellent outfit Los Cubanos Postizos. One can also detect the influence of Ribot’s regular employer Tom Waits in many of the arrangements. But what’s really compelling about this album is the way the band achieve a perfect balance between avant-garde boundary-stretching and a knack for memorable hooks and danceable grooves.”

Howard Male