More and more athletic say that they would erase the derby from the calendar, which is a day they hate, that tension drowns out the fun. You pay a paste in the pass for about 25 games so that you feel like getting into the cinema while playing the fattest. It doesn't happen to me, but I understand it. Interestingly, this phenomenon occurs and grows since Atleti beat Madrid with some frequency. When he was 14 years out of each humiliated derby (by Ronaldo the real one, by Casillas , by his own nature ...), he immediately clung to the next as a naive sick to homeopathy: "The next we win, it is mathematically impossible otherwise. " But it was not: they were 25 in a row, 25 days in which the athletic follower dawned dreaming of a better tomorrow. Then the derby was a hope. Today is an obligation. And that spoils everything.

Since leaving his old downtown apartment to go to a mansion on the outskirts, he buys jewelry in the most luxurious stores instead of balances in second-hand stores and has in front of a leader whose stubbornness with not giving up annoys the old aristocracy , it has been established that Atleti must win against Madrid. Not that I can, it is obvious that it can, but that it should. That winning a derby is not a success, is to avoid a failure. A barbarity that scares the true fans, but that sustains and encourages new rich people arrived at the Metropolitan to the smell of triumph, journalists having to fill hours and hours of screaming and fanatical gatherings of other teams having to fill tweets and tweets with a viral spirit .

Before, any athletic faced the derby as a party in your house that was going to the person you wanted to sleep with and it was great for you. Although you knew it was unlikely, wherever you went. With rock, beer and bad jokes, almost always to counterattack, aware that you would only have one chance at night. And not very good. And if it happened, because sex and football always move on the border of logic, you expected sweat, contact and grunts. Feeling dirty at the end. Happily dirty. Today, Atleti is required to receive Madrid with classical music, champagne (not even champagne) and poetry, to dominate the appointment from beginning to end, to fuck without wrinkling his shirt and, at the end, the other side gives him thanks That is not sex, that is not football, that is not a derby, that is not the Atleti.

A derby is this bland tie, the summer verbena of 7-3 and the Greek tragedies of Milan and Lisbon. See Thomas get big and shrink to Costa . Breathe because there is no choice, sing because to cry there is always time. And they never want to erase these days because while almost everyone else will erase themselves, they will always remember them. Yes, even a 0-0.

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