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Duck Story: The real magic of a dream - the first encounter with the 'Wizard' Markarián

Written by: Brayan Hurtado

dawn light crept into her eyes as arrows thrown by a fine goalkeeper. The perfect advertisement for a fantastic day he had said. Jackson hurried out of his room and talking in spurts told his father that they could not miss the party. He wanted to be part of the sea of \u200b\u200bpeople attending the first meeting of his national team football in Lima. Jackson, wanted to attend the dawn of the so-called Markarian was. "

in the streets of, youth, adults and seniors chatted among themselves about the arrival of a magician. A sorcerer who was destined to change the label gathered at the face of Peruvian football lovers. Jackson after doing some acrobatics, slipped and managed to get among the other people to buy your favorite newspaper. When he had in hand, plays Peru said today, we all play today! A man beaten by age, tall and overgrown beard questioned him. "Boy, you know how long we do not say this in a World Cup?". Jackson without thinking and suddenly said "29 years and 9 months" walking time said: "Well! So why the faith with the 'Blanquirroja'. You who have not seen ever in a World Cup? The boy without fear and with several decades less, illustrated: "My choice is a great feeling, is the representation of my country in the world's most popular sport. Win or lose, will always be harangued by her and still hoarse, my throat is rising up to shout a goal. " The stunned man only managed to nod and left.

Back home, Jackson found on his desk two tickets for the collation of the afternoon. His father had served. The boy opened his closet, pulled the faded red and white shirt was there and put it swiftly. He took out a stamp of the Lord of Miracles and a pin was placed in his lap. He was Catholic. In addition, the procession of Cristo Moreno would 10 days on a new journey.

clock knobs fell asleep in the fourth. Jackson, anxious, waiting for his father in the room while conversing with his mother about football. The lady only managed to make the boy dodged questions with confidence and good sense. The bell shivered. The father had arrived. Jackson hugged him and went at a gallop. They got into the car and set off to the coliseum. It took only twenty minutes, living near low traffic and those hours did not feel with the colorful flags that adorned some vehicles and two-color dye on the cheeks of many compatriots. The time finally

arrived. It was the moment that Jackson had been expecting. Since opening his eyes, had done nothing but think of this massive event with their nation. At last known to the sorcerer, the sorcerer, the magician. This character of lush hair that had managed the feat of placing the club Sporting Cristal in the second place in America, making the contest runner most impressive clubs of our continent. There was a crowd cheered thirsty for victories and joys, who lived the residue of terror only 4 months after they released the hostages from the Embassy of Japan in 1997 in the government of Alberto Fujimori.

The glorious national anthem echoed the stands. Jackson, his father and nearly ten thousand fans chanted each verse as prayer each day, while the Peruvian flag, shimmering in the air, danced with restraint and courage to the rhythm of "We're free." Minutes after the man in black gave the kickoff, the twenty-two players started their movement to separate turf. Jackson and his father proudly sang many national songs. The boy in the distance a man caught a glimpse of informal clothing and look stalker. Could not be otherwise. One prominent subject was the 'Magician'. Don Sergio Markarian.

The boy borrowed his father's binoculars bringing and scanned it completely. That first contact with his idol, calaría forever in the minds of Jackson. In less than 10 minutes combined Peruvian imposed two to zero similar to Costa Rica, the boy could not be happier. I was living a dream. His day was still beautiful, her selection was successful and had achieved one of his dreams. Finally, he met the witch.

The judge raised both arms and marked the twilight of the meeting. Peru won the selection, the last in South America, was displaying flashes of good football and, in many people began to plant a blind faith by all red and white. The road was already started, and was sealed. The sights were placed in the next world. From the national bench coach rested a thirsty all Peruvians who never stopped cheering. Jackson, panting, his voice merged with the thousands of Peruvians, while beating the palms and blow your mind made parallel universes. His father with two slaps on the shoulder brought him back. Leaving the stadium, Jackson stuck his eyes to heaven, redeeming rubbed stamp and a smile said, "Thanks, magic does exist! Closed.