It’s our time.

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.

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