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Champion's League Final - Atletico Madrid v Real Madrid

From Facebook.

I hate Real Madrid. I hate the sanitised, outdoor-heated empty vase that is the Bernabeu. I hate Florentino Perez, and his puppets and pets at Marca. I hate their Francoite past and their PP present. I hate their droning dream of the 'decima', founded on five trophies won in dubious circumstances against the might of Reims and Eintracht Frankfurt before the rest of the continent even noticed the tournament. I hate their ludicrous, grasping split of the Spanish TV money. I hate their Galacticos. I hate Pepe, Sergio Ramos and Cristiano - all first ballot inductees into the Hall of Complete wankers who happen to be good at football. I hate that the font on their shirts appears to have been designed by a three year old child with a crayola who thought Comic Sans MS looked a bit formal. Sometimes it's the little things. I hate the myth of their mystique and majesty, obediently perpetuated by the football tourists who stuff their stadium every week, wedging themselves in between the preening pijos, posing over their pipas who see 4-0 wins as their birthright and can't be bothered to clap. I might 'sports-hate' rivals and pantomime villains like Arsenal or Chelsea, but after three years in their back yard I have come to genuinely hate Real. Fuck Real Madrid. Aupa Aleti.
 
From Facebook.

I hate Real Madrid. I hate the sanitised, outdoor-heated empty vase that is the Bernabeu. I hate Florentino Perez, and his puppets and pets at Marca. I hate their Francoite past and their PP present. I hate their droning dream of the 'decima', founded on five trophies won in dubious circumstances against the might of Reims and Eintracht Frankfurt before the rest of the continent even noticed the tournament. I hate their ludicrous, grasping split of the Spanish TV money. I hate their Galacticos. I hate Pepe, Sergio Ramos and Cristiano - all first ballot inductees into the Hall of Complete wankers who happen to be good at football. I hate that the font on their shirts appears to have been designed by a three year old child with a crayola who thought Comic Sans MS looked a bit formal. Sometimes it's the little things. I hate the myth of their mystique and majesty, obediently perpetuated by the football tourists who stuff their stadium every week, wedging themselves in between the preening pijos, posing over their pipas who see 4-0 wins as their birthright and can't be bothered to clap. I might 'sports-hate' rivals and pantomime villains like Arsenal or Chelsea, but after three years in their back yard I have come to genuinely hate Real. Fuck Real Madrid. Aupa Aleti.

Interesting, my best mate now lives in Tetuan (right near Estrecho underground) not far from the Bernabeu and the locals are mainly Atleti, weird. He, it has to be said, also hates Real, he's a Rayo fan.
 
Interesting, my best mate now lives in Tetuan (right near Estrecho underground) not far from the Bernabeu and the locals are mainly Atleti, weird. He, it has to be said, also hates Real, he's a Rayo fan.

I'm surprised because Tetuan is so latino and I think South Americans tend to go for Real Madrid. No evidence this time. A hunch, like your mate's.
 
I'm surprised because Tetuan is so latino and I think South Americans tend to go for Real Madrid. No evidence this time. A hunch, like your mate's.

It is aye, lots on Latin/Central Americans. Move that little bit east and it's Real, the bit near where he is, Estrecho, is slightly more local but still noticably Latin. Lovely wee area I have to say.

A fantastic Galizian restaurant on his street too.... Seafood heaven.
 
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