Miyawlova
Tepar Gilang

The participants were jumping and occasionally in style to fool their opponents. Some rich people want to continue to not so know the nabok face. There are also those who pretend to know the back of his opponent's head has been hit by a circular kick. That could be a circular kick! Cool!

"YAME'!" referee says.

The referee broke up and positioned both participants standing in his position then the referee stretched his hand towards the participant who had kicked. The player then saluted for a moment.

CLICHING...

The point board from zero-zero turns into three-zero. I round my eyes, I just understood that the rich kick was worth three.

"AKA... AO... HAJIME!" said the referee again. The next time he said 'aka' pointed it to the red belt and the right again said 'ao' pointing it to the blue belt. Hajime was some kind of cue let them start fighting again.

They attack each other alternately and they are good at dodging, fending off. The opponent's attack becomes uncounted and gets no points. How to keep it cool. Hands up, hands up, hands up, the movements were very fast.

"YAME'!" said the referee again. Whoa, the player who got kicked back in the stomach. CLICHING... Three-two. Oh, the point for that prick kick was two.

Again they attacked each other and repelled them in turn. Their rhythm is really strange, unpredictable. Cool.

"Yeah..." Nita is so excited. "The blue one got me!" Dwi. "Have a son! You are red!" reply Nita. "Look at the red one will rise! You bacots!" reka.

"AKA... AO... HAJIME!" said the referee again. The first participant was kicked again, this time hit the stomach. CLICHING... Three-three. Turns out the point for a rich hit is one.

Well, their points draw. Meanwhile, the timer shows that time is running out. One minute less! From the specified three minutes, will there be additional time? Wow, that's very stressful!

They're not loud, they're very alert!

PAAAAAK...

"YYYYY..." Aw! I can't bear to see him, he's got his crotch.

"YAME'! CHUKOKU AO!" the referee said while crossing both hands towards the blue belt.

CLICHING... Two-three. Turns out the points for the blue belt are minus! Oh, that was a violation.

After that the referee again told them to fight again. "HIMME!"

How long ago did no one attack each other? Just take a swing at doang daritadi. I'm very nervous.

"YAME'!" Tuh kan's! Referee will just tell stop and repeat from the beginning. Nothing is angry.

"HIMME!" They were told to fight back, then...

PRAAAAK...

One of the participants got a leg break, he fell backwards continuously beaten from the top of his opponent. He got hit in the stomach!

Time out! The points board turns into two-four. The referee also stated by stretching his hands up on the side of the red belt. The red belt wins.

We also applauded, very cool original. Actually, it's not just this time the applause. Throughout the match there was a lot of applause, rocking bottles of mineral water that contained gravel, jeriakin yel-yel. The atmosphere in this GOR is really excited.

I saw the match was shaking especially Gilang! I don't care if I'm a Gilang now.

The game changed people. On the other field it is still in the same arena there are different group matches. It looks like every game has its classes. The one here is light class, thin body. Over there heavyweight, bigger body. And there the class is different again. All are equally male participants, but different body classes.

At the time of watching gini ga forgot me as paparazzi moto-motoin and gripped on the sidelines of my time. Very cool pictures.

After a few games it was time for Gilang to perform. "JOHNL..." I promised Gilang that I was the supporter with the loudest scream for him.

Gilang entered the field, he stood opposite his opponent with a distance of two meters and in the middle of it there was a referee.

Crazy appearance Gilang very different from the usual days. He is far from the impression of jamet, geeky and other similar names.

"AKA... AO... HAJIME!"

The match also began. Glory ga jump-jump rich others. He put the horses lower than the people I saw earlier. He walked sideways and so muterin field to avoid the opponent's attack.

Go Gilang! How do you keep retreating, no gauntlet?

They can be aggressive opponents. He was chased all the way up... "YAME'!" After that the referee rich mengeramahin Gilang. Gilang's power can be warned because he is not fierce and even avoids continuing to attack his opponent without fending off. If fending off means his opponent is faced right, but he does not face his opponent!

I'm sure Gilang is rich. In general, Gilang is a 'child yesterday afternoon' who just entered karate.

"HIMME!" The game starts all over again. Opponent Gilang looked furious. Crazy, opponent Gilang twisted his body several times rich muterin his back continues to lift a kick from the results of the round the body.

THE PLAAAK...

Oh, no! Don't fall Lang! "GILAAAAAAANG.." I shouted. I don't have the heart of Gilang getting that kick in the temple of his head. His body immediately fell to the side. Refresh the baton!

The referee kept squatting. The referee counts but Gilang doesn't get up. His opponent sat on the sidelines with his legs folded and his back to Gilang while bowing his head.

When the count runs out, Gilang raises his hand. Count stopped and Gilang got up. First he sat down and slowly he stood up. "WAAAAA..." People shouted in admiration and desperately cheered Gilang.

Gilang and his opponent again stood facing rich from the beginning again. The referee crossed his hands towards the opponent Gilang. Gilang's opponent was in fact committing a violation.

"Excuse me, Sis... Why is that person counted for the offence?" ask the audience next to me. Although I was upset but I objective dong, I think the kick against Gilang was really cool. I wonder why it's a violation.

"This is a sports tournament. Techniques that have just been used can be counted if you use good control. But, the man was loss control. He can make people injured with that movement. It's not a match to cripple let alone kill, so the rich thing was counted as a foul" the spectator beside me explained.

"CRAZYYAAAAANG... YOU CAN LAAAAANG!" shout me. "DON'T SAY... (DUK DUK DUK DUK) GILANG... (DUK DUK DUK DUK) GILANG CAN...". I look around me, compact people give spirit to Gilang. I am very moved. Gilang is rich and has earned the hearts of the audience so rich in films. My eyes are glazed.