Damn, we're favorites

We are approaching the fight for the first trophy of the season with the worst news: even the most rogue cave press sees us as favourites. And that is lethal to us.

Real plays better when it is insulted, undervalued. When we are favorites we relax, we start the game in the 60th minute, with 0-2, things like that.

I remember my father, when I was a child, being happy when rivals scored first "because that's when these bastards start to play"

The bastards are back. And it is worth starting with this contragafe, otherwise the cold will reach us

https://twitter.com/realmadrid/status/1556286542657867778

Eintracht is a historic club and a friend one. Not only for getting rid of Barcelona last season (getting rid of putting up with them this week, which would have been unbearable) but for being the rival of the fifth. The best final of the European Cup, for many people. That unrepeatable 7-3, on May 18, 1960, at Hampden Park. We eliminated, by the way, Barcelona in the semi-finals. He is like the secondary actor in this story of Madridistas and Germans.

We had Vallejo there, by the way, although the squad he was on has almost nothing to do with the current one.

They come from a tremendous shake of Bayern post Lewandowski and we continue on our honeymoon since the comebacks, the league, Cibeles, the Champions League, cibeles, the praise in America.

Respect, respect. He will roll the ball and none of that will matter. Bring us the title, which would be our fifth Super Cup and that would restore some order to the universe.