an indelible memory

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One of my first jobs as a journalist was to cover the news that Real were about to win what would be their third League in a week. I don’t know if fortunately or unfortunately, especially seeing what happened last weekend, I had to work in the days before the match against Valencia where, for many, those trained by Denoueix let a good part of their attempts to escape. Then, as a fan, I was in Balaídos. I was one of the 9,000 realzales who stayed between their chests and backs for hours by bus to Vigo dreaming of being part of a historic act, which, as is well known, never came. Yes, they are still thinking about it. What a jinx! I often think about it too. But, thinking about it coldly, I consider myself privileged to have been lucky enough to experience all of that almost at the foot of the track. And of course I did not miss the party that took place in Donostia on June 22, 2003. The memories, as Typhoon KorkutThey are indelible, although as many players from that indelible team will admit, I also have the thorn stuck in me by a League that got out of hand in the most painful way possible. Today, 20 years later, the txuri urdin family lives, like then, days of wine and roses thanks to a generation of footballers that will never be repeated. Perhaps there are not as many names as there were before, but one has the feeling that they have not yet reached the ceiling, quite the opposite. Perhaps the best is yet to come.

Source: La Verdad

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