This front line

"You mean they squeezed the shit out of the jerks?", Figueira trembled and shook with laughter at my narration of the mall adventure with the power trio. Zangrandi laughed his way too, discreetly but seemed to be having a big time with my pictoresque passages. He asked me if Panotti got down from the table. If he intervened. I said he didn't even look at what was happening as if he was having lunch in the Garden of Eden.
"Very lucky they were he didn't get down", said Zangrandi, predicting a shady future to the kids in case he did. I just had to laugh, but at the same time I knew there was no telling what he might have done to them, considering what he had done with his own friend Galhardo.
"And you in the eye of the storm?", poked Figueira, laughing.
"Fire Department", I said, getting in the heart of it, "how are practices?"
Figueira told me he continues to practice more than ever and has been watching Panotti with attention more often, watching his every practice. I ask him if he can remember things he can use. He tells me he's starting to understand better certain flaws in what he used to do what is an advance for someone who once told me certain techniques were too fast to be learned and caught with the naked eye. I myself need to come to watch the practices more often too.
Zangrandi is on the front line. He says some techniques have to be felt, first it usually happens when you fall prey to these techniques, trying to figure out why you fell into the trap, what the defense flaws were. He's been observing practices all the time too. I myself had seen Coach Rodrigo removing Zangrandi from the mat, from beside the players, the younger and the older ones lest they fell right down on him. He told Rodrigo he didn't mind being crushed.
"I can see it closer this way", he said, winking at me.
Something was telling me he either had a new sensational strategy to learn through observation or simply needed glasses.

Wall | Oh woofer upon the mat

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