Vamos Real! Hasta el final!

  First, I hope that whoever is reading my blog understands that not all you read is true. Just as I learned in 5^th grade great words of Pushkin: Сказка – ложь, да в ней намек, добрым молодцам урок (something like: fairy-tail is a lie, but there is a hint in it, which is a lesson for smart ones) I try to check my facts before putting them out here, but my opion is always personal and humorious.

Joking stops when I start talking about Real Madrid though :) It is the BEST team in history, period. To prove that I am the biggest fun, after a great loss to barca (yes small first letter) in el clasico past Saturday I got sick and spent three precious days in bed!

Real match in Cadiz

My love for Real started in 11^th grade in Ukraine, or in 2005, although I usually say that it had started ten years ago (my politician side – making things look nicer:) I remember Real at its lowest, with handsome #14 (Guti), yes I DID consider him cute at THAT time. Watching some of their games, learning what does Hala Madrid mean and understanding that Santiago Bernabeu is not a name of a city. . .

So it is natural that I chose to come to Madrid over super cold Uppsala (unoficially there are three reasons: jamon serrano, vino tinto and Real Madrid). My love and appreciation for the team grew strong here. I found friends and foes every time I entered a bar with a TV on. The conversations with bar tenders about football became the most natural thing to me (just like more free tapas than any of erasmus friends get:)

I can talk to you about my love/hate for Mourinho or my unapriciantion of Cristiano Ronaldo, the awesomeness Xabi Alonso and Sergio Ramos show on the field and how crazy is Pepa or how stupid Benzema. But there is other thing on my mind: first, in Spain I started to believe that you have to have an opinion whether you support Real or Barca – you are considered undecided/ or worse with no opinion at all, by some, if you don't. And no words like “I do not like footbal” can save you!. Second, el clasico reminds me of religion at times. Let me explain. I believe just like a very religious person with vocal opinions cannot date an atheist (apatheist or racionalist) the same way a Real fun cannot date a barca fun! There are just too many games and pressure going on .. . and in case of barca. . just so much mocking to do! :) 

P.S. The pictures are from a town that is about 5km from Sevilla where Sergio Ramos was born and grew up. They are super boring pictures, but it just showes that I AM the biggest fun of Real Madrid.

Camas

The field where Ramos played. In the background - Sevilla.

The school where Ramos went . . . it is not