We have already acquired enough confidence to tell you my darkest secret: I was Real Madrid.
Seduced by the brilliance of the Quinta del Buitre, a T-shirt by
Míchel
that my godfather gave me and a prey to the ignorance of the nine years, I subjected my poor father to the worst of betrayals.
All that culminated in one night in June 1987 at the Manzanares. My father has done a thousand priceless things for me, from taking me to my first
Springsteen
concert
to continuing to take care of
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