Games

A lightning trip to Turkey with the best excuse ever: watching Atlético play Galatasaray live. The first away trip of 2026 – and starting off strong. Cold, really cold, the kind that makes you question your life choices… though it was much easier surrounded by so many fellow Atléticos, especially the supporters’ group from Germany, who almost made it feel like a home game. We stayed in Galata, in a very charming Airbnb community – one of those places that makes you feel half local, even if you can’t pronounce “merhaba.”

After the draw, I was really looking forward to a great match against Arsenal in London.

So I booked everything right away, and the excitement grew as the match day approached. Early in the morning, I took the train to Frankfurt and then the flight to Heathrow. The constant rain on arrival dampened the mood a little, but it didn’t matter — I was there to support our ATLETI.

I quickly took the Tube to the hotel, which was not far from Victoria Station. The oldest station in London is always beautiful to see. After checking in, I went for a walk and stopped at the “Shakespeare” pub across the street to enjoy the first pint.

It all started with an innocuous notification: “Atlético de Madrid begins its pre-season in Porto.” Nothing unusual, right? Well, not for us. For Txus and me, it was like a divine sign. Without a second thought—because thinking has never been our strong suit on these adventures—we did the only logical thing: pack a picnic basket, find affordable tickets (which turned out to be free!), and head to Portugal as if we were ambassadors of the international Colchonero spirit.

Seeing Atlético de Madrid Femenino in a Copa de la Reina final is, luckily, no longer anything out of the ordinary. We have a women’s team that really measures up, even though they’ve been a bit lackluster this past season. And I have great memories of cup finals (remember Butarque in 2023), so of course, I didn’t hesitate for a moment to attend this one.

Buying my ticket took some effort—the RFEF (Royal Spanish Football Federation) website leaves a lot to be desired—but the link Luis (from the Atleti fan clubs) sent me made everything easier. I arranged with Inés, a good friend and president of the Las Colchoneras fan club (the only one dedicated to the women’s team), to travel as a group, since the long trip from Madrid to Huesca is better with company.

There is no worse rival in the Champions League for Atlético de Madrid than their neighbor “the Cheats,” and not because they play good football, but because they resort to every possible trick (even the most devious) to advance on their path to the “Big Ears” trophy.

The draw (or who knows who) decided that there would be another derby in the Champions League to reach the round of sixteen, with the return leg taking place at the Metropolitano Stadium. We decided that this would be the perfect day for our lucky mascot Juliana to visit what is her true home for the first time and introduce herself to our crowd.