s under the caps, nowhere in life goes so fast and slow. No place like Dillon. There are winds of change, families, people are happy, sad people, people in prison. People who just had a child, abortions, early times. There are people leaving and people coming. No values, no tradition, no conservatism. There is love. No pain. There are street gangs in the East Dillon and Dillon's children are well in the West. There is a bar and a park atmosphere, Carroll Park. There are problems, injustice, suffering and sacrifice, no victory after many defeats. But above all there superacióny team spirit. Some people are true to their principles and people who betray. There are psoccer. "In Dillon. There are two colors, there are two teams, there are two truths. There are panthers and lions, are blue and red, there is wealth and poverty. Football pitch, kicking from 46 yards that seem impossible, but deceptive, scared teenagers and adolescents are brave. There are stadiums that are filled with people, there are pockets that rise like giants, there are crowds, flags, cheerleaders, hats, jackets, music, banners, signs, numbers. 44. Number 5. Number 21. 6. 7. Number 20. Mine will always be 33. In Dillon. There are winners and losers, there are smaller rivals to grow and large competitorswas cowering. There are teenagers who become men, there are players who become heroes, there are veterans that become legend. There are coaches who are parents. There are women with superpowers. There are leaders who are friends. And there are leaders who need friends. Everyone needs support. All care about their teammates. There
full backs, quarterbacks are
, there kickers in Dillon. There touchdowns in the last minute, no miracles. No revenge and the triumph of effort on the money.
A thousand breaths that cut the air, under the lights at nine o'clock at night. There looks clean, full hearts, can not lose. I saw no partyErnes night. There are lights on Friday night. Night night, world champions. (:
PS. How beautiful it is to use my icon of Friday Night Lights after a year without it. Is that I love you, Dillon. , I love you, period.
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