Today, just today, we own the spotlight of this beautiful sport.
I remember being at school and getting free tickets because they couldn’t fill it up.
I remember my uncle platying for this team–it was the 80s, the Third Divison. Mud and no fans.
I remember Roman and Forlan.
I remember Cazorla, Senna and Bruno, but also Craioveanu, Moises, and Salillas.
I remember getting relegated.
I remember so many semifinals, and so many tears. So close everytime.
And this. I will always remember this. Today, I will be crying either way. I hope it’s because it is one of the happiest days of my life.
Endavant, Villarreal. Always yours.