In both sides of the A-8 there is a lot of fear of losing the Cup final scheduled in a week in La Cartuja. It smells. The defeat against the neighbor, with a title in the middle, is sensed difficult to digest.
I meet in the streets with heartbroken athleticzales, who suffer nightmares with tidal waves in La Concha that sink the barge next to the aquarium. “What we will have to endure,” they clarify.
To encourage you I tell you that since it has arrived Marcelino on the Athletic bench we have won all the titles at stake and that for something we have spent a lot of qualifying rounds between penalties, last minute goals and historic comebacks.
It is what has to be the chosen ones. You know what God made Athletic and the rest were filled with foreigners.
I sense an even match in the final at La Cartuja next Saturday. Crash. Without a free meter. An intense 90 minute game, a final to the end. Guided by statistics, bookmakers will target 1-1 and penalties.
I am left with a 2-1 rojiblanco. Giving everything, without fear. Of course, let's not give them the goal