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Not just Hala Madrid

On the eve of the inevitable time to face the Beast, I force myself to write again about my beloved team. Team do not speak long, either here or on the blog that I created for this purpose. I get bored team's endemic ills, but mysteriously can not stop screaming every goal as if it were the end of a Champions , Which this year will not play. Team weary, sick computer.

My Computer.

had a lengthy text written about how I've rethought my Real Madrid, to be aware of the atletización beginning to permeate our hobby. However, I deleted it. No need to explain something as simple as I've grown tired of seeing my players were systematically crushed, one after another. I've had enough to do it myself, I have realized how damaging was throwing stones at some kids who are already weary head down. That from now on, I abide on the following unchanging thesis





Iker Casillas. Alvaro Arbeloa. Pepe. Sergio Ramos. Fernando Gago. Mahamadou Diarra. Raúl González. Kaka. Cristiano Ronaldo. Lass Diarra. Karim Benzema. Marcelo Vieira. Jerzy Dudek. Jose Maria Gutierrez "Guti". Royston Drenthe. Raul Albiol. Ezequiel Garay. Gonzalo Higuain. Christoph Metzelder. Xabi Alonso. Rafael Van der Vaart. Esteban Granero. Anthony Adam.



With all he stuck me some time in my life. Are physically agotado Muchos, muchos goats are local, with no other blood of horchata. Them know it is on defense, others who know the attack, tenemos a Concierge who knows how to take on his feet, only to each other plays, and one that we do not know who he is. We have a front pacifier, one that does not mark in big games, and one that only gets churro. One of our defense is crazy, one can not read, and the third is a snail. We have a midfielder who closed clubs, and one that might fall asleep standing up, plus one that was by accident. We have a German intellectual who is injured sleeping. We have a Brazilian blessed with groin injury. We have to Marcelo, who do not know what heck plays. And then there's Drenthe, but does not know where.

I'll admit, they're completely useless.

But, on the eve of a likely Classic lose, and very possibly we trounced, I declare that these are useless my useless.

And from now on, I swear, I'll be the death with each and every one of these kids. Yes



even tomorrow.

Even when we confront the Best Club of the History of Football, with the thumb of the nose ready to leave us in underwear always perfect on the carpet at the Santiago Bernabeu.

Even then, when presumably they seem powerless and humiliated, let's be objective, there will be at his side, even if we wanted to pass through a shredder.

I repeat each and every one of them.

For my part, I canceled most of the subscriptions that had several posts, and follow step by entering in some forums. I jump into the neck of a player who criticize Madrid, anyone. Too many stones they throw, and for me one too me. These boys than-worthy or unworthy of it-sudan, and suffering are bearing the sacred shield on the jersey.

Tomorrow we are going to go wrong. Do not be the slightest doubt. Not only for the three points lost, or taken the lead.

We will, as always, people who are doing this or not will come-to pass the football, or are fans of Deportivo de Villaverde Major-causing blood in front of us, basking in the difficulties of our own, doing the wave at Barça. No for the excellence of his game, but for the fact that milled Real Madrid CF. Well

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As said very great wlanki in this post:

These are just their problems. We were not born to have to - well - take other people's problems. We were born for football, not to support, to defend our colors to our style, not yours. Because we were born to be of Madrid. And that's the biggest difference of all.

And do not say no more. Hala Madrid

sisters.

Fight hard, die with honor. Hala Madrid

forever.