TALE "THREE CRIES OF THE IDOL"

Three goals against rivals in the championship game catapulted him to fame with your dreams. From the days when getting up every morning imagine that that day would come at some point in their lives. It happened at the end of his career but came at last, and will remember it forever. Convinced some call the winners, while others say perseverance. According to the villagers, the Oliva had both virtues in his personality and his game is based mostly on his physical strength, which imposed through his ninety kilos and six feet. Undoubtedly idol was meant to be and remain in the club's history.
 
   Pibe lovable by everyone from boy, this morochito owes his nickname to his father, an olive oil producer well known in the area and football fan. Never missed a game of his favorite team, let alone if his son was part of the starting lineup. The Oliva from an early work and study, but if he had left on the books, but the football and go to school went together as mandated family. "If you do not study, do not you play" he repeated daily her father, who with his bald head and the six-foot he commanded respect both your child and their own friends, who even dared to call him bald.

   Mornings in the village were very windy and cold penetrated the bones, is that despite the double pajama Oliva put down the school clothes and walked slowly walk the three miles that separated him from his home in the mountains to school. In those long walks imagine thousands of times what happened twenty five years later in the final tournament remembered where he came glory thanks to the efforts made throughout his career. Every day for years made the same journey with all dreams in tow. From home to school, then to work with his father and then what most expected always football. Over the years, adolescent and school change by more activity in the Olivares.

   I never fail to kick the ball and amaze with his goals, although these were not present in big games. Enlarges in easy encounters and deleted in the difficult phrases were heard all weekend. More than any of the rivals, because the fans turn their teams always idolized him even though I never had a game consagratorio. Was one of those players who gave everything on the pitch and fought every ball as if it were the last.

   I always dreamed of, always imagine and always believed. "I will not retire until I have my party, the one where I go all in a classic or a final" report that said year after year. When it seemed that the twilight of his career would come unnoticed encounter occurred as expected by Oliva and especially by his father.

   Final regional tournament, five thousand people in the stadium, the people expectant distinctive party. The two top teams in the area defined the champion. The Oliva was part of the package holder Deportivo. Three goals and an unforgettable performance. As none in life. That evening was the last time you saw him on a football field. As the years went everywhere front, better and worse, but none like the Oliva, who played in teams of lesser importance. But you will always be remembered as a great.