Otra vez el Atlético de Madrid.

The dream... ...is to fall back. Another time. Another time the dream that rises is so brave that it explodes. Another time the puny punks. Another time the hands to the head, the content of the face and the dry throat. Yesterday it's not just losing. It's seeing how it breaks a new illusion. It's seeing how the force disappears, or how the faith is dissolved, and how the destiny, another time, lies in the face of those who have never left to believe. Remember when Caer do Lía, but he wasn't scared. Because the fall was the reason to wake up, the one who left a few tricks, and the one who made the failure. It only took a chapter. But yesterday. Yesterday it was different. Because how many times you can dream with the same intention to realize that it's never real. How many times you can ask a team that takes years fighting against each other. How many more can they wait for an official that has learned to love the pain. But it starts to be the only thing that remains. The football does not talk about justice. It talks about what is better to lose, than to be used to it. Yesterday it happened again. Another time the dream came back to Caer. Another time we lived the sorrow of the cry. Another time, the Atlético de Magui.