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Unai Laso Lizaso was born 24 years ago in Bizkarreta-Gerendiain, a village nestled on the southern face of the Navarrese Pyrenees. In a valley where the green is eternal and its surroundings are populated with beech and oak groves. On the steep slope of Calle San Pedro is the old pediment of the free square. It was there that Unai hit the first balls. He was a warrior child. The march was going. Irujo was his idol.
He dreamed of being a pelotari and on June 19, 2016 he made his debut at Labrit de Pamplona. His first steps towards professionalism were full of ups and downs. However, all the connoisseurs extolled a virtue. “The ball comes out of his hands with great freshness.” At the gates of the pandemic, they did not renew his contract and he was immersed in the amateur field.
The strike promoted by the majority of his companions and its consequent arrangement, catapulted him into the elite. Month by month it has risen like foam. It can be said, at least in my opinion, that he is the second striker, after Altuna III, in the Manista ranking. His audacity. His freshness of ideas and his recklessness do not go unnoticed even by the most purist.
On Christmas Day he gave the parishioners of the Eibar cathedral a superb performance. Along with Imaz, who seems to have found a certain stability, he faced Irribarria and Rezusta, classified by the technicians as authentic gunboats.
Those of Baiko were almost always in tow on the scoreboard, but the Navarrese brought out his caste, pride and race, and threw the game on his shoulders. He managed to tie the score on that fateful 21 card and broke the equality with a house-brand hook in the best game of the championship so far.
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