Fernando Idalécio Ferreira Martins, encarregado de armazém, comprovou que um árbitro das distritais pode perfeitamente apitar na Liga principal; mas tenho sérias dúvidas que Carlos Xistra e João Ferreira tenham competência para arbitrar um jogo das distritais.
Seguindo a conversa do baú dos 90, aqui desenvolvida pelo Afonso Azevedo Neves, a melhor canção e vídeo dos ST está nesta «Nobody Hears», seguido de perto pela «War Inside my Head».
Ao recordá-la, e estando em simultâneo a ver o enésimo episódio série «Crise das Dívidas Soberanas», mais concretamente o episódio 47 da trigésima quinta série, lembrei-me que a letra, poderia muito ser uma declaração de Barroso à Senhora Merkel. Fica então aqui o vídeo e o «diálogo»:
Durão Barroso:
«Angela, I talk through my eyes, the words pourin' down Nobody hears You ask me what's wrong, but what can I say Nobody hears
I try to tell you, I try to show you How else can I tell you, how else can I show you
I'm screaming inside, why can't you hear Nobody hears You're looking right though me like I'm not here Nobody hears
When the last tear falls down Nothing gets washed away Another plea put to rest As nobody hears, nobody hears
So what did I do to you That makes you run from me Now I'm sitting here screaming inside myself Don't understand why nobody hears
You figured it, shaped it to your perfection Nobody hears Subtracted my feelings from the equation Nobody hears
Is it all in my mind Then it would be easy to find
So what did I do to you That makes you run from me Now I'm sitting here screaming inside myself Don't understand why nobody hears
So if it's all, if it's all in my mind Then wouldn't it, wouldn't it Wouldn't it be so easy to find
So what do I have to do To make you comfort me Now I'm sitting here screaming inside myself Don't understand why nobody hears
So I'm sitting here screaming inside myself Well I'm sitting here crying inside myself So I'm sitting here screaming to nobody else Don't understand why nobody hears And nobody nears, nobody hears, nobody hears»