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I am loyal to the Red

If a team I can say I've been from the cradle, is the English national team.





At Real Madrid always admired him, although I was not a fan until I grew a little. However, there was even five years old and I loved watching the games, could understand or not of those guys who wore blue and red. I never lost the time of the hymn. I enjoyed watching their faces and try to guess what they were thinking. How does it feel when you know that a whole country is watching? In my fanaticism
pro
English national team, I have met many times alone. The subject of loud laughter, moreover, when she was sure we would win the World Cup or European Championship duty. Like most people of my generation, my first vivid memory is elbowed Luis Enrique. Next came an endless series of disappointments, and another endless series of players, with more or less successfully-defended the national jersey. I remember the damn World Cup in France, and Nigeria. I remember in Korea, I back from school and listening to from the windows of my neighborhood cheered goals from Fernando Morientes. I remember the European Championship in Portugal.

remember too much. I

to confess something: I never shed a tear for the Real Madrid.
And I've cried more than once, because of the English national team.

remember before Euro 2008 wrote this post, and then I was not even entirely sure if he meant it or not. I remember we started well, but we all knew we should not become complacent. We would fall in the quarter, for a change. I remember the jokes about bags and day 22.

remember a penalty of Cesc Fabregas changed history.

remember a game against the formidable Russian Arshavin, and a second half they were the best 45 minutes of football I've seen in my life.

remember a final against Germany, and a measured ball from Xavi to Torres that seemed not come.

remember that I never expected to see win the English national team, and a June 29 evening looked incredulous as Iker Casillas lifted the trophy under the sky of Vienna.

remember all that while everyone around me digest failure, and some take the opportunity to bury this selection to four years ago no one wanted, and now again is reviled and vilified.

And I wonder where that day were some of elbowed Luis Enrique. And the day of al-Ghandour, or the European Championship in Portugal, or that disastrous day in Germany, when Zidane's France did what we wanted and how he wanted.

Maybe it's that they do not remember.

As I do, I will not let a defeat in the least undermine the strong sense I had from farming to the team chosen by the RFEF to represent Spain. I have not quit faith in them, I do not believe they can stop, do not want anyone or anything change the fact that, on the eve of a tournament either, I am quite sure that we will win.

And when the last disappointment we Shifting the plans, when we turn for home with his head down, when you repeat that we really take a lifetime happening, I shall be grateful. At that penalty, for those 45 minutes, that pass to Torres arrived. That cup

a Madrid goalkeeper rose from the heart of old Europe.



ahead, guys, always.
for Spain.


PS: People who do not like football but you need to touch noses, madridistas you think that all who have played Barca are terrible, that Catalans meringues do you think that all equipment must be executed. not bother to come here, not now, not today . Thanks.

Today I have only one color, just a shield in the heart, and is the English national team.