After missing several weeks, I return with a post entirely to football, and to top it, Madrid.
quedais warned.
There are times in which distressed me. I am distressed because I feel ... "Unworthy? No, this is not the word. I feel that I can not say I'm Real Madrid, because what right do I say? "With the right have been in this mess four months after spending fifteen years laughing at a club that truly did not know? If I spent my entire life despising something I did not know and now I suddenly realize that I care, I no longer feel like a hypocrite, which is not the case (do not know, so I can be doing now what they did before ... well, that, but with el meaning in my head), is not for me. Not for me compared to all those who have sucked the football, either by extension their parents or their own right. It is not good compared, of course, but it makes me consider things.
And then, I can hardly explain what I feel. It took several months to realize why, really, I'm the Real Madrid, and is summarized in that I like how they play and I like to see grow at a computer, with all the suffering it entails. Yes, a team that is not perfect at all. Moreover, it is fairly and seriously flawed, it is injustice that flood the Bernabeu. But why I can not stop supporting the opposite. If anyone can complain, you may be unhappy with the iswhere I woke up and can say proudly that I am Madrid.
Until then, I'll be here. Waiting.
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