“Futbolín” was the word written on a post-it on an old wooden table-football. One night, in Verona, three guys got into a palace sneakily after seeing some girls - who were Erasmus students- getting there, and then, in the basement , they found it. In some sense, there's everything in that table-football: childhood memories, little victories and little failures, colours that now are just caked. Like the songs they're playing now with a guitar, with the drums and a toy keyboard.Futbolín was a table-football, but from now on it is also a band of three friends.

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