It’s not time for celebrations, or yes in Athletic’s case

As I write, Sabina is celebrating her 75th birthday. I don’t think I have the lungs to blow out so many candles. He limited himself to healing wounds after the blow we inflicted on his beloved Pupas on Wednesday. “What’s a way to suffer, what’s a way to cheer”, well yes. In the evening, another one of his 500 nights, he will surely join some party.

Further north, Valverde celebrated his 60th anniversary and his more than 500 First Division matches on Friday, privately. I can’t imagine them partying together, beyond playing guitar on stage. One, the main character. The other, buried behind the visor and dark glasses.

Both, yes, are concerned about the hesitation of this Barça, whose only celebration is the shameless youth of 17 years of Yamine Lamal. He can act as the grandson of both. At Can Barça they sing. Some are already launching rockets as there is little left of Xavi’s suffering. That’s what happens in some places when you don’t win. I hope when you read these lines you are smiling, celebrating yesterday’s victory against Gaizka Garitano’s team. Success will give them reasons to take to the streets to party.

I trust that the red and white radio talk shows, today, on World Radio Day, will have only good words to evaluate another Athletic victory. The path is clean, we should celebrate it. Whatever will be, will be, but at the Club things are very good. The course is great, the only thing missing is the final grade.

I already know that if some goals are not achieved, some will talk about failure, but that is not my case. The method of travel is more important to me than the destination. I ask Athletic to show its face, to fight, to play happily, to compete, but I am not asking for titles or classifications with grades. Being proud of my colors is enough for me.