Another eternal victory against an eternal rival

Oh friends…it’s a pleasure to sit down and write these lines! Sunday night I slept soundly. On Monday I woke up with a big smile on my face and the excitement of a child. The same one where many went to school wearing an Atleti shirt. As soon as I heard the phrase Griezmann I remembered my children. They are both in their thirties and their school years have not been easy with Atleti in the hell of second, mid-table positions and Intertotos. Children can be very cruel. Being the children of a club legend made them the target of merengue jokes. Like them, a whole generation of small colchoneros lived through the difficult journey in the desert until they returned to our rightful place. I’m sure many of them are new parents. I have no doubt that they had the most fun on Sunday.

I also remembered my great-nephew Matthew, son of my nephew André, newborn this year. He was still a baby in Lisbon, but if possible, I would have taken him to the stadium to soak up the heat of the fans. He certainly won’t know anything, but I’m sure that when he hears the roar of the fans, he won’t forget those sensations. Don’t worry, even though I’m in Portugal, I’ll personally take care of the shipping to Futrinho club values ​​are newcomers. The one where his uncle beat the white team 0-4, and two days ago he calmly won the Madrid derby again 3-1 at home. Another eternal victory against an eternal rival. The best team in the capital reigned from start to finish. As it should be.

There’s no need to resort to the David versus Goliath narrative, or to worry about the vexing budget disparity in signings: this was a clear, fair and resounding victory. Losing to Real Madrid, especially at home, should be something normal, not something epic. I like that it is becoming natural, as a result of Atleti being in its rightful place. The key to success is undoubtedly mental. As our eternal told me Arteche when I got to Manzanares: “Here you always have to sweat your shirt, until the last drop. But against Madrid you have to sweat blood.

By the way, the smile on my face when I woke up wasn’t just happiness, it also came from laughing out loud at the referee’s complaints of the eternal rival. What I need to see: Real Madrid complaining about the referee in a Madrid derby! It seems like a headline from El Mundo Today, which is becoming more and more common. To all the press sectors trying to sell that story, I invite you to use your talent for creative comedy writing. Many wasted scriptwriters.

I finish these lines by sending a big hug to the great Cholo, our stars and the fans, who ended the match between the ‘olés’. I take my hat off to you. Aúpa Atleti! Aúpa Atleti! Aúpa Atleti!