I’m not. Can we all agree that Never Can Say Goodbye is the theme song to the rest of the season? Mou is out (I will not dwell on this, I will not dwell on this!), our squad is being hacked to pieces by agents & transfer demons as we speak, and now we have to come to terms with bidding adieu to our familiar Bwin logo, because pics of next season’s jerseys have been released by Marca. Sigh. I like to think I’m a welcomer of change, but shit, this week has been rough! Thankfully, the jerseys are not horrifying and y’all will survive all these changes…probably. Continue reading
Spring has sprung and our sexy croissant is throwing flirtatious looks around (and for once, they’re not into his own camera phone). Continue reading
We’ve got less than 24 hours to go until the FINAL kicks off! Training done? Check. Interviews & pressers done? Check. Tucked in at the hotel? Check. Freaking out? Check. Hopefully that last one is happening only on our parts, we need cool, calm, & collected boys who are ready to kick some ass tomorrow. I want to see big goals, a big win, and a big celebration! Make it happen boys, we need that trophy!
Remember game recaps? Those things I used to be so on top of? Yeah….so sorry about that. After our exit from the CL, writing time kind of flew out the window, which resulted in a bunch of semi-started game recaps, just sitting & collecting on my computer. I just finished breaking my back over an eight foot painting, so here I am able to bring you MalagEspanyolisticexpialidocious (even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious!), two recaps in one! Hopefully y’all don’t mind some old news & a little been there, seen that.
Look at those defined calves!! Just kidding, you know I’m only looking at Pipa’s ass, but I must say…that thing is de-FOINE also Today the boys trained for the second to last time before Copa del Rey Friday (it’s like casual Friday, but not). The team is getting ready! Are you guys ready?? All I know is that all Madridistas deserve to see drunk Xabi this season. We’ve earned it with all the ups & lots of downs. I want the bus. I want the people. I want the confetti. I want Sergio to do something stupid. I want the drunk Xabi. I want it all. I want it allllllllll and I want it nowwwww!
I really want to write this recap from an accepting place, but it has to be said…..MOTHERFUCKER!!!! It really does hurt to have been so freaking close! I still can’t believe the last 10 minutes of the 2nd leg happened. If I was sick to my stomach before & during the first 80 minutes of the match, then I don’t know what I was when the boys started to turn things around. My nerves were already shot & I sure as hell wasn’t ready for the sharp turn, the Real Madrid Emotional Roller Coaster ride took after Benz’s goal. I went from thinking, *GOALLLLL*, to *Well, I’m glad this isn’t ending goalless*, to *HOLY SHIT! COULD THIS BE THE COMEBACK??*. Prior to the goal, no doubt like many of you, I was disappointed. We weren’t promised a comeback, but we were promised that the team was going to die trying to give us one. That just wasn’t happening, but as soon as Benz scored, boy did those feelings of disappointment fly out the window. And I kind of fell in love with that moment, because I had had faith in the team that they could make this comeback, right from the end of the first leg, but somewhere in the middle I had lost that faith and it made me a little disappointed in myself, in the end. I needed to have my ass kicked by hope & belief, and that’s what happened when Benz & Sergio scored their goals. It felt good to be down to the last 60 seconds and still believe that our 3rd & savior of a goal could be scored. Of course, that goal didn’t come, but I needed that moment of “Yeah, the chances are slim, but this is my team and we can do ANYTHING!” That belief & undying love for your team are part of the genetic makeup of sports fans. Look it up. We’re three parts crazy, two parts love & devotion, and trace amounts of body paint & snack crumbs. I knew that if we weren’t going to make it to the finals, the one thing I wanted was to go out with my bursting Madridista pride, still intact. And I got what I wanted, because even though it hurts like hell, we turned that first leg heart breaker around and missed the damn thing by one goal. One goal. I think this year and last year’s semifinal defeats will end up making our future win, all the more sweeter and I can’t wait to see it happen. Continue reading
Well, I don’t know about you but I’m still licking my wounds and I imagine our cule/bi-teamual watishistas are doing much of the same (my condolences, peeps). I don’t really feel like posting today and have no interest in dissecting the match right now so I’ll let El Pirata’s tweet speak for me: “As a Madridista….VERY Proud. Amazing team and the Bernabeu. #halamadrid”
Congratulations to Borussia Dortmund and Bayern Munich for making the finals of the Champions League. They played well and deserved to progress. Next year, people! I believe! As Bill Shankly once said “If you can’t support us when we draw or lose, don’t support us when we win” and as painful as this loss was, I’m ride or die, 100% behind this team. HALA MADRID! (Thanks to GFSports for the screenshot because I’m too existential angst-y to make my own)