I was young... Mid eighties. I laughed. Today I laughed again. But 20 years passed and is now 2004. So, the story of a tennis player (played by Susana Traverso) who won a trophy. Anibal (Calabro) and Mingo (Altavista). Sheraton Hotel. A gang leaded by a German and a cup (I can believe that Ruben Green is dead) trying to find why this trophy has importance. The stupid gang are focusing to get away with the trophy. And well, the scene of Miguel Angel Cerutti imitating and the other in the kitchen (a war). I laughed... But I recognize that are memories. Should we forget them?