Don’t sell us motorcycles, Athletic

First of all, I want to plant myself before the agonies that come around every corner. Sorry, I don’t buy your theories, they sound like a souped-up bike. Neither firecracker in Mestalla, nor disaster, nor Marcelino indicated, nor that the Asturian only has his old bodyguard.

Come on, man, don’t eat my coconut. Fewer junk frustrations. They lost an even tie, against a tidy and quarrelsome team like ours, period.

Valencia was better in points, and by very little. And that Bordalás’ troops played perhaps two of their best games of the year, and even so, they hardly created any danger for us. Which is a shame -especially after eliminating Real Madrid and Barça-, of course, but from there to tearing our clothes, well, of course not.

Many complain about the line-up, that Marcelino had forgotten about the youngsters, that the goalkeeper was the substitute, that Sancet should have been in the game. Come on, man, if two weeks ago you broke your hands applauding the landslide of the neighbors with the same group and the same tactics, what the hell is wrong with you.

We all wanted a third consecutive final, but there is a long way to go from there to demanding it. Athletic is not PSG, nor Liverpool, nor Bayern, nor even Atlético del Cholo. Or is it still not clear to us?

I’m with Mark. The season has been good, fun, with moments of emotion and great victories. We envision a solid, attractive, courageous, competitive and extremely rejuvenated team. You have to enjoy the journey.

The results are something else, there are other variables: money and quality, mainly, and they are usually interrelated. They are big words. Whoever seeks only results, he already knows: Madrid always wins.