The Actual Madrid coach, who – he himself – may be very Madrid fan, said in a press convention that “there can be people who find themselves not from Madrid, who don’t need them to be on the sphere”, in reference to the fixed presence among the many eleven, whoever falls and whoever falls, of Mbappé, Vinicius, Bellingham and Valverde. And so, on a great Saturday morning, it’s how I, a few years later, in a sentence constructed within the hypothetical future, realized that what was hypothetically constructed was nothing however my previous; I used to be not, I’ve been, a lot much less I’m a Madrid fan. For all this, I write these regretful traces to you solely in an effort to thanks, Arbeloa, for opening my eyes and soul.
And I’m not, regardless of residing for a few years hundreds of kilometers from my beloved metropolis and my beloved stadium and never lacking a single sport, regardless of the time slot; regardless of the a whole lot, most likely hundreds, of euros spent on tickets each time I return, tv packages from any nation through which I reside, merchandising for me or mine or VPNs to have the ability to proceed sustaining the channels and due to this fact the matches wherever I journey and wherever I’m. I’m not, regardless of dusting off the very previous scarf that my father gave me – a Madrid fan already within the different world, who maybe left it with out figuring out that he was not a Actual Madrid fan both – at any time when we play a semi-final, a basic or every other match through which I’ve to hug one thing to calm my nerves, euphoria or, generally, fears. Regardless of additionally the Zoom calls with my brother earlier than or after the video games to, underneath the pretext of commenting on the pre or publish, to alleviate the loneliness of the sport at residence, in an odd nation, with my non-Madrid supporter (not him both) as my bedside.
In brief, I thanks, Arbeloa, for erasing me from my very own previous, for apostatizing me, for telling me that I’m not, however that I’m, and that all the things that I believed to be true seems to be false, particularly myself. Thanks for making me perceive how mistaken I used to be for pretending that being the very best participant on the planet was not an opposition that was authorized in 2024 and maintained advert infinitum; that adoring your membership was not the identical as adoring its gamers; that feeling sorry for many who, no matter their deserves, have been all the time chosen for the bench earlier than or throughout the video games represented a minuscule instance (as a result of soccer can’t be anything) of a way of justice; and for thus many different issues that I believed have been appropriate with being from Actual Madrid and you’ve got proven me in the present day that they aren’t.
So, Arbeloa, because the classics say—not the CGI ones, however the others—thanks for a lot and sorry for thus little.
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