I imagine Claudio Ranieri and Manuel Pellegrini sat in a hut on the seafront. They play chess pieces when the afternoon was picked the night.
They already do not remember who first called or held a chessboard on the table, a wooden table that is already in tatters. The sun had nearly fallen, but the light still managed to break through under-under skies to highlight the paint on the wooden table that begins to peel.
How little ajarnya time. They used to act arbitrarily without nonnegotiable. It felt as though the game was started a minute earlier, when the weather Beach is still warmer than now. Ranieri vividly recall the gray-haired man in front of him drinking beer from a bottle repeatedly. Haus apparently, he thought. While thinking about the next step, Ranieri chuckled. He then corrected his thin-rimmed glasses and look toward the white hairs man in front of it: Which is more, ubanku or his white hair, he thought.
See the white hairs, chortled Ranieri changed. Suddenly there was bitterness tucked. He was once meant to laugh at how many gray hairs in his head that, then just turn into laughter laugh at yourself. Ranieri holds his own head; all white hair. Time is brash.
Suddenly Ranieri crowded with melancholia. The white hair, as well as his body, is intact evidence of how the time had hit him repeatedly. There are moments that passing glimpse only. While other moments live forever. Ranieri waited patiently, either since when, until he could pay the penalty for these moments.
Ranieri was an old man failed. Failed due to misfortune. Apes are close friends in the sea that raged savagely. While many old men as he was getting a big catch for the sake of a big catch, Ranieri can only be satisfied with a handful of catches almost nothing.
Once or twice, Ranieri almost get a big catch. But, somehow come out of nowhere, the fate of apes always come grab catches magnitude. The good ship often return with many pockmarks. Until finally, no more gentlemen ships that want to lend his boat. Ranieri was away in silence.
So, when he decided to go to sea again by ship far more sober, he is considered insane. However, Ranieri has been abysmal resignation. May or may not catch big this time, his life is in the raging sea. As more white hair, he was not much thought anymore.
There is no more chance to spin-spin. Ranieri understood, to pay off bad luck for the sake of apes, there is no more time to dwell think about what needs to be taken and carried out at sea later. He just has to make sure its just that the harpoon is still quite strong and the nets are still quite tight, so that it appears like a big catch in front of him again, he did not let him get away again.
Harpoons to spear firmly, pull a large net to catch it later to his ship. This is enough. Do not need anything else, this or that again as enhancements, it took only live now.
Sea that day was strange. Many big ships come home quickly. They say there are storms ahead. One or two ships have been sunk. This is a dangerous situation. Many who had given up on that day.
For an old man who has been absurdly labeled a failure, what else is left? Even if the storm also made shipwrecked, yes, please. If storms kill all apesnya life, happens. Otherwise … He hung up on harpunnya thin, hopefully the ships pass up a big catch that still roam the seas there.
Whether fortitude what is owned Ranieri, to the extent that it ultimately good fortune favors him. Perhaps a bunch of apes who accumulate it is an advance, like coins given to Charon to cross into the world of the dead. Ranieri is not yet dead, but he has already paid all the misery ahead. Whether this is true or not, but Ranieri began to believe it.
The day the sea was still raging savages. But, the ship still strong enough to hold it. Be thankful Ranieri, in his long journey to the middle of the sea, which had drained his energy and eroded older muscles in his arm, not his ship did not reverse the storm hit. When remnants of his strength left only a little, the catch came in sight. Wriggling wildly, jumping out of the water. He feels free that day, thinking there will be no big ships to come arrest him.
With a little bothered because of fatigue, Ranieri stood. He took harpunnya and held it aloft. A little more, a little more … the big catch in front of his eyes, stretched freely. For this time, for a variety of failures had ever received before, Ranieri chose to close his eyes.
The afternoon was coming to pick up dinner. Ranieri still feel tremendous fatigue on his body. His muscles were stiff not playing. Occasionally he tried straightened while patted his back with his right hand. Seletih he never felt before.
The struggle at sea a few days yesterday really exhausting and mind. But now he is at peace. When the sound of “crack” out on the effects of straightening his back, which feels is a sense of satisfaction abysmal.
In recent days, people came to see the magnitude of the catch; about 5 meters from tip of nose to tip of tail. The old man failed it was successful. He did not sell it, but distributing the meat to anyone, whether it be to those who ever doubted it before, or those who suddenly become known him.
Ranieri chose to be somewhere else when a lot of people admire his catch. His mother, who is also as old and much more frail, was what was on his mind at the time. Spent the afternoon with eating until full.
Pellegrini came when catches magnitude is up. His colleague was a time never mentioned with great hesitation, Ranieri will not be able to go to sea again and get the same amount of catches. But, pedulikah Ranieri? Sometimes just one time, and one that he can get a big catch, he felt he’d paid the full days of that disappointment.
This is not a fairy tale, he said. It is a reality. And what could be more satisfying than reality as real-nyatanya–, who beats the wildest fantasies?
Then, in the late afternoon, Ranieri and Pellegrini exchange chuckled. The fate were greeted them with two different form. Pellegrini was still smiling, though slightly bitter. Ranieri can only guess that it was waiting for a colleague berubannya departure, the departure of which certainly could without delay.
The sea was much quieter. Ranieri had no desire to go to sea again, he just wanted to sit there, silent for a moment with a small light on the porch of his hut, facing waves that recently he conquered. Perhaps he will continue like that until morning.
Pellegrini, meanwhile, did not complete the steps. He was already lazy. Pawns chess abandoned granted. He drank his beer bottle to the end and leave. That night, he intends to go to sea that night as well. The time was not much.
“It’s not my place anymore,” said Pellegrini.
Ranieri smiled. Most of the smile is saying good luck, some are in the decoration of satisfaction. He does not think, no matter how ignorant he was originally, capture the magnitude of it makes melangut so great.