Happiness

In bad weather, good Real. The winning inertia of a club experiencing a moment of prosperity is worth a potosí in times of general frustration. No one has helped society in these last months of the pandemic virus, the nonsense of war, in Europe and other corners of the world, economic poverty, labor misfortune … It was necessary to rescue the forces from where they were not. Every lowest ray of light is a radiance for a population waiting for summer to explode and screaming from rooftops for total freedom of movement. Without looking at what is right and what is wrong. And so acted with the same unconditional inclination of this Real, a cause for happiness, that transcends the line of sport. There are those who relativize appealing to the fact that it’s just football. For Gipuzkoa, this is all. Each person in their own way. Some at La Cerámica, others at home, at the bar, listening to an ‘ad hoc’ day on the radio. But the thought of Real, which made them happy again.

The delirium on the players ’lawn is the definitive juice of a season for fun. It’s time to find love for this shield a moment to smile. Be it in the debate whether Gorosabel or Zaldua is on the side; whether the renewal of Januzaj is positive; if it’s worth going for another striker. Even in the magical moments of finding the tickle in the friend, who is no longer falling, you have to uncover the happiness.

Removing the ugly act of interrupting the interview Zubimendi gives to a journalist doing his job, so that nothing is missing in the pineapple, the celebration is the idyllic image of a winning group excited to re win. A delirium that is possible at all, and that is undoubtedly noticeable when an entire season is at stake. Rulli, a former, spent the afternoon in a bad mood and disappeared. Eventually Imanol lowered his watch from his wrist and he didn’t care. Why don’t you look at what time it is when life makes you happy.