“Atlético fans are prisoners of a feeling, of their colours,” – Fernando Torres I’ve been prisoner of a feeling for years now. I blame that elderly Spaniard in a soccer bar some time ago who drunkenly slurred out his reasoning behind supporting a team that is effectively the New York Mets of Madrid: “it’s a … Continue reading
It’s beautiful lunacy. A huge collective of adult men (and a spattering of adult women) throw on scarves, jerseys and t-shirts; or they throw on worn ball caps and jackets. They dress for battle. They head down to their neighborhood bars, donning their tribal colors, and they begin to drink with their fellow tribesmen. And … Continue reading
La Liga is a hot mess. I have to accept that. As a child growing up in Texas, it was the game in Spanish. It was a strange, curious, and compelling sport shown on Univision or Telemundo. It was a game where every goal didn’t count. It was a game where 22 men made a … Continue reading