We Sporting for games like last Saturday. Also close by night in Barcelona the best in history, with five world champions in the team, it was not the tie in Gijón. Also for those days when the 'Spirit of Numancia' walks by The Molinón a wonderful communion between team and fans. Or that afternoon in which Bilic's header put the Granada 74 The Molinón at the gates of bedlam. How to forget also that agonizing 5-4 to Cadiz, or that goal by Pedro in Salamanca with more than 3,000 Gijon in The Helmántico. And all this only happened in the past five years. The five years of Manolo Preciado bench in front of red and white. Five years have changed the history of a club that happened to wander aimlessly in the Second Division to open the news around the world with a historic victory at the Santiago Bernabeu. Saturday closed a circle. Preciado put an end to the 'affair' he had with Mourinho in the first round, and did so with a victory that cut the white aspirations to the league title. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, and we had been longing for an Gijon late as Saturday since last November. After that match in Molinón and media machine that is Real Madrid and Sporting cebase a shameful way, I recorded a fire in my skin red and white in the second round had to be at the Bernabeu yes or yes. It was a matter of pride. No matter the outcome. The really important thing was to defend the values \u200b\u200bthat I always understood that should accompany the sport, the values \u200b\u200bdefended Precidao Manolo when he said that if he really thought Mourinho Sporting had given the match to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwas a scoundrel.
However, fate would stand up after the world's most powerful computer, Preciado were to head into the guillotine, it seemed a cruel end for someone who did not deserve to leave Gijón by the back door. But Preciado revived as a forensic team was dead. Madrid fans were happy about it, wanted to give the Spaniard a special welcome to the height of the 'noble' fans at the Bernabeu. Sporting began to win the game in the microphones week, while in Madrid were concerned about international commitments and the strike that fortunately it ended in nothing, in Gijón threw balls out and ran away from any confrontation, it was vital to defuse tension.
Then came Saturday. The day was marked in red in my calendar. At 05:00 am the alarm went off, just an hour after the bus was on way to Madrid. Had a strange hunch, something told me it would be a great day. The fans believed in the victory more than ever and the players had every reason to go out and play the game like wolves. I was just after 13:00 in Madrid, just had time to stroll and eat peacefully before the game. But not before passing by the Hotel Puerta Castilla to put the final encouragement to the players before the bus lay down way the Bernabeu Castellana. hurry to get there. I wanted to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy every moment. As I approached, the red and white shirts multiplied, but whom I had also spent a comb and wished me luck for next season, yes, by far, lest I answered. Once inside the stadium my heart pounded as he approached the game time. The PA system announced the alignments and the Bernabeu gave a loud blast rang the name of Manolo Preciado, although repelled Mareona strike moments later. Shooting the ball and through an exchange of songs between Real Madrid and Gijon, the Mareona took possession of the sacred minute 7 and silenced the Bernabeu with the''illa, illa, illa, Villa wonder.'' Should not sit well with the 'smart' white fans, with Real Madrid 0-0 and giving punishment not think anything other than giving us some nice''to second.''
The minutes passed and my good feelings were being confirmed, Sporting had a unique opportunity to make history. Olés''arrived''in a wonderful play and suddenly, without warning, the spit stick the ball in, showing that there is poetic justice. Sorry for the fans economically superior teams, but they can never feel what we feel the Gijon when we saw the ball kissed the network of Casillas' goal. And while Mareona overflowed saw a guy like Rivera celebrate the goal kneeling on the grass at the Bernabeu with fists, inevitable resemblance to the image of crying as he left Zorrilla Sastre two seasons ago.
last came the dying minutes as the rojiblancos shrank balls as best they could, in deep inside I was absolutely sure that these three points we are not going to escape. The planets were aligned and lady luck is dressed in red and white for the countless attempts Madrid crashed again and again in the red and white defense. Gonzalez said the final and came ecstasy. Unforgettable faces of those who minutes before we were sent to second when the Mareona thundered the Bernabeu with a''bye bye to the league.'' Although not the only song that will deal with the Real Madrid Gijon, quite jokingly Mourinho also remember that''the fault of the calendar.'' After 9 years, 150 games and 107 coaches had to be Manolo Preciado which broke the record for Mourinho. The first one had the guts to stake his prestige in the eyes of the press to stop the feet of a coach and advocate self-conscious honesty and sportsmanship of their club. As pointed Preciado after the game, football gives glorious moments. And the Gijon, football had saved us a wonderful time, perhaps as a reward for the amount of times that justice had given us back. I lived on Saturday is priceless. I do not think there is a great sensation to see how humble the arrogance, pedantry and pride on home soil. With humility, work and wisdom. Y above giving lessons in what is a hobby. Because the Bernabeu on Saturday played, but in favor of its rival team. I do not know if you hear on television or not, but it was a monologue Mareona.
Ecstasy you produce this victory is a cluster of sensations that leave you on the edge of trembling. I'm still pretty skeptical if I get to see again the picture of the marker. Only I have to kneel and thank Mr. Manolo Preciado and all the gladiators that gave us an unforgettable Saturday. And there are those of Barcelona and say that theirs is more than a club ... Do they know! 
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