Oh captain, my captain

This participation of Real in the Champions League is pure gold in every sense: a pleasure for the fans, a source of enormous economic benefits for the club and an inexhaustible source of experience and experiences (in bulk) for to the players. It’s a competition that escalates and leaves a mark. And in these years of repeated involvement in Europe, the royalists gain an important asset. 10 years ago they erred on the side of the ‘manzanillos’ and scored. Now they are 10 out of 12 because of the talent of their squad, but also because of the rennet that comes from playing two games a week. One of the most unique episodes of the rivalry against Benfica, perhaps more overlooked than Real’s shower and the flares, starred Mikel Oyarzabal. The challenge is going to the txuri urdin with the Portuguese goal and the lighting of the flares. A toxic atmosphere of lack of concentration and anxiety was created. ’10’ detects it and pretends to be injured. He stopped the game, he stopped the planet. The heartbeat dropped and from then on everything that happened was under Real’s control. At the end of the match, the man from Eibar remembered those affected by the firing of the flares before starting to respond. All this after a packed game in which he scored a goal, took a penalty and opened up a defence. The return of Michael On their level this is another galactic news. A year ago he suffered a recurrence of his injury and now he is making a difference with and without the ball. As they told the teacher Keating in ‘Dead Poets Society’, ‘Oh, Captain, My Captain’.