Bananas game, gentlemen! As every year, the rebound seats in Gipuzkoa are disputed as the rebound championship named Enrique Abril, the oiartzuarra. In places that remain alive: In Zubieta, Villabona and Oiartzun. There's another machine out there, without feeling the ball for years. The places that have been killed have had a worse result: Sure, Usurbil... Bounce items.

Today there is a dispute in Zubieta about the party of the semi-finals. Zubieta and Donibane Lohizune, two fifths of Pilota Zubieta Elkartea and Luzaz Gaztea face each other. The square is nice. Few things, as beautiful as the bounce square where the pelotari lives.

In the game, banana (Platanus x hispanica) has the word. In most bounce places there are bananas on both sides. They have a common audience, in those games that are played at midsummer. Bananas are also the limit of the gambling hall. Every year, as a rule, they are forced to exploit the bid for short bananas. As a result, the panel on all sides, even on the balcony that limits the plaza on the ground, winning the sky of the plaza. Pelotaris, judges and singers are also satisfied with the banana that takes the sky away and submits them to the shade.

The panels chase the pelotaris from one side to the other. The wind, of this component, has lifted a wind from the south. The dust of the ground, loaded with fog, has gone dancing, the ball has started to hit, the legs of the pelotaris have been torn and the waiters of the passage, with the cuffs in their hand, have tried to stop the ball and throw their head to the ground. The limestone powder dries the gorges, ask the dotted singer: “Sakeak bi, errestuak hope,” he cannot sing. He touched each other's throats and put them up from the top down. The white banana also has the mushrooms of whiteness, and on its white mold, the white powder.

The banana wants to play and when the ball is a little closer, it extends and caresses the doll. Play signal, it will release some sheet. Zubieta's, Joseba Aizpurua, answers Frederic Karrikaburu's response from the Donibane wall, the banana has punctured him. The banana of the house has spoiled a draw to five as many. “Fifteen and forty, ladies,” the scratched song has hardly been heard.