After the "derbi"

I am screwed, like everyone today, and my escape is to write and get the anger out of my chest.

We were foolish to think that we could move on even knowing that we were playing against the whole universe. The pre-match was already warning us: on their field, on Thursday instead of Wednesday because it suited them better, with tickets rationed, the press acting as their cheerleaders, and to top it all off, that hanging banner that at the last minute served to heat up what was already boiling. The match was just a formality to add the icing on a series of infamies and blunders that ended in scandal, a victory that they already had closed beforehand, like so many others.

334 of us managed to silence an entire stadium that only manifested with whistles to silence us, and that began to cheer, as usual for them, when they were winning. I am affected, yes, but I hold my head high and I am sure that we gave everything, even if that does not take us to the next round.

It’s time for our management to do something against so much abuse. Because patience is like bleach, after using it so much it ends up eating the fabric, and even though ours is tough like an Indian blanket, it also ends up getting holes. Today and always, ¡aúpa Atleti!

(original in Spanish)

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