Real cardboard in the Bernabeu

I left everything for the Rossoneri. The soccer with friends, post-soccer beer, supermarket, and most importantly, the nap. All for Real Madrid. In a burst of hope of recovery, I said, before all that Madrid would revive, it would take a classic and then the League would be the coup de grace to his eternal rival.

But no, because Real Madrid betrayed me. And I not only betrayed me, but also himself be betrayed. Taking pity, asking the time, praying that the game is finished once and for all and grateful that Casillas has four hands, because had it not been for him, Muuuuuchas the rout would have been worse.

Madrid, I did everything that was in my power to encourage you to support you, to convince you that it was possible ... Yes I know, this ship is relentless and blah, blah, blah ... Well, you're right, he was professor of Barcelona, but yours was simply horror.

You owe Real Madrid, and I know how you will pay ...

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