Beyond the shadow of a doubt. I have described him as such many times in this thread, the guy is the total "package". A little known fact about Alex Sandro was that back in his Atletico Paranense days, he was widely known as "O Anaconda Preto" for footbaling and non-footballing reasons in the Brazilian southern states of Parana, Santa Catalina and Rio Grande do Sul.
Like the faithful during Arbaeen, there all the exotic Brazilian women of Italian, German and Russian extraction such as Gisele and Alessandra would make a pilgrimage to the Arena da Baixada (on foot no less!) to marvel at "O Anaconda Preto". Much like how the women followers of the "Snake cult" of Thulsa Doom would march in their tens of thousands to the "Tower of Serpents" in Shadizar to pray prostate in front of the white vestial virgin devouring giant "snake" in the Dino De laurentiis magnum opus Conan the Barbarian. You startin' to catch my drift home slice?
Of course with football matches being very much a family friendly past time these days, commentators for the networks are not allowed (and perhaps are remiss themselves?) to scream such an awesome nickname at the top of their lungs, less of course they rouse the curiosity of wives and daughters watching at home about the "Myths". And those women go to bed that night much as I dream that we make the CL final in Cardiff and that "AlexSandro the great" cast to the ground the home coming king Gareth Bale and tramples him asunder.
Like the faithful during Arbaeen, there all the exotic Brazilian women of Italian, German and Russian extraction such as Gisele and Alessandra would make a pilgrimage to the Arena da Baixada (on foot no less!) to marvel at "O Anaconda Preto". Much like how the women followers of the "Snake cult" of Thulsa Doom would march in their tens of thousands to the "Tower of Serpents" in Shadizar to pray prostate in front of the white vestial virgin devouring giant "snake" in the Dino De laurentiis magnum opus Conan the Barbarian. You startin' to catch my drift home slice?
Of course with football matches being very much a family friendly past time these days, commentators for the networks are not allowed (and perhaps are remiss themselves?) to scream such an awesome nickname at the top of their lungs, less of course they rouse the curiosity of wives and daughters watching at home about the "Myths". And those women go to bed that night much as I dream that we make the CL final in Cardiff and that "AlexSandro the great" cast to the ground the home coming king Gareth Bale and tramples him asunder.


