Nothing bad happens, the league is won

"Nothing bad happens, the league is won" was one of the chants we repeated at school, when we played little football and things hadn't gone well. The rival to beat was the SuperDepor, it seems that things do not change but they change. There was a Madrid, between Don Santiago and Don Florentino, that had many glorious things, but also the occasional swing.

I titled this post like this, scheduled to come out on Sunday morning, because I take it for granted that there will have been a defeat with the Iranian Xavi's SuperBarça, the friend of true democracies.

I hope and wish it, everything that is not having received a minimum of 4-5 goals (if possible with a hat-trick from Rapinha and/or Lewandowski) would have been vulgar. I want Sport and Mundo Deportivo celebrating the victory in the chiringui-classic as many celebrated that overwhelming victory of Atleti on a night like this.

Yes, I take the risk. We have to be with the hell on us, all Pintus effort has to come on us, be heavy, not kick a boat. Normally, our best player of the match should have been Latasa. Or Mariano. Better if Mariano. I hope it was 7-1, with a goal from Mariano with a bloody eyebrow.

At this time the national journalists have to be asking what kind of market Madrid is doing, which has only brought two suspicious types, who will create bad nights for coming to take minutes from sacred cows. Not like Barcelona, ​​which is all illusion, with that Lewandowski in his second youth, surely he sleeps in a supercool bed like Raúl González's in his good years. And that Rapinha guy, who comes from Leeds, and who is the brazilian reincarnation of Bielsa.

Hell, I hope he didn't give us the win. We cant be favorites for anything, that would be the real tragedy.