When the annual calendar reaches the months of May and June, the football planet is flooded with happy images, laughter, hugs, trophies to heavenof confetti raining on jubilant soccer players, of joy in the stands and graceful fountains… These are months, these, in which titles and championships are decidedand the symphony of the winners resounds everywhere. The photos of the c
champions, touching the glory
, illustrate the retina of all fans. It is the ultimate end of this and any game:
. The victor outshines everything with his brilliance. But
football, like the moon, has a dark side
. A side opposite to happiness. An opposite angle.
A flank in which sadness and desolation prevail.
Injuries, defeats… and declines are located on that unwanted shore. Because May and June are also the months of declines, which is
a cruel set for the clubs and their fans.
Downgrading causes many tears of grief, the
It is difficult to understand for those who have not suffered as a follower of any team involved.
It also happens that
football is more prone to misery than joy. One wins and all the others lose.
And some lose with the painful consequence of relegation. The last case is that of
, who certified his goodbye to Primera the day before yesterday at the Bernabu. He is yet to see who accompanies him, with
Alavs, Majorca, Cádiz, Granada
drenched in the cold sweat produced by the edge of the abyss. Two of them, of these teams that walk balancing on the edge of the well, will lose their footing and fall.
These two remaining days seem dramatic.
Also in Second, where
they have already wept their goodbye and await two companions in misfortune, who will leave (in order of grill: in the sense of classification and also of place that burns) from
Amorebieta, Real Sociedad B, Malaga, Sporting and Mirands.
It is overwhelming to think of the emotions that are going to spill over the grass and the stands in these days that are missing. Same reflection for the rest of the categories, until the last one.
Sadness has no levels.
Be identical for all. It’s football.
Nadal’s foot hurts us all.
With Roland Garros just around the corner, wonderful memories are piling up in the minds of fans. Rafa has given us so much joy that
sometimes it makes us forget that nothing is eternal
and in sports, less.
We dream, because we admire him, that he bites the Gallic trophy again.
And being Nadal, nothing prevents us from keeping our confidence in him alive.
This weekend a test of the
Longines Global Champions Tour.
An essential world event.
In full relaunch of
our country just needs a leader who pulls, not the peloton, but all the fans.
An idol to follow.
The pink ‘maglia’ that was donned
(seven years after it was dressed by Contador, the last Spaniard) is an unbeatable lever.
Jose Miguel Ortega
prolific chronicler of
‘Vallisoletano sport during the Civil War’
another immense journalistic and historical work on his city.
And there are 30.