A fortnight ago I returned to my hometown of my Japanese dream, and I have some time thinking about how to resume the blog, thinking about structure all I have to tell stories of particular events in the past year, and today .. . almost inadvertently, I realized that I have much to say ... more than I imagined.
a day like today, but already ten years ago, a boy from a northern city fell for the first time in the city which to me was then the south (Ávila) trying to pursue their dreams. And on this day ten years ago, their football team's soul descended to the second division.
goes without saying that kid I was, and that team was my Real Sporting. For me it was much harder than for most, because being away from my land, mine, made felt a great loneliness, but no one can follow my football team (because of that barely spoke in the second division teams), made me feel really lonely.
Thus, ten years ago I decided to bury my little heart of Gijon, as if the hatchet in question. I decided not to read sports news, total, ever talk about my little club ... but always, always, my shirt, scarf, or Sporting flag has accompanied me throughout all these years.
Today, I have gone back to Molinón, the field that brings me so many memories (and almost all memories of losses), expected to meet again with the team so badly armed and as disastrous as ever, after all, few things have changed since I left my city.
And at first it was, all the same, people screaming as always, the same songs for the fans, the same step, the same climate, same smell of snuff, huge bags of pipes ...
and suddenly, a new song urging the team to try to split up to achieve that dream, that promotion ... well-armed team on defense (the first time in ten years), and little by little, limping, is marking one, two, three, and four goals! My reunion in The Molinón with my team in ten years, a resounding victory, the tenth anniversary of the fall, four goals! Sporting and all! And the opponent's goal!
The tenth anniversary of my exodus entertained by my team of the soul.
Something is definitely in my country finally changing, and what scares me more, is that something is changing in my mind, and I have fear, because I start to create new dreams to pursue,
and now that can be achieved.
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