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“One more match is going wrong as our greatness slowly dies
This defeat feels like someone is cutting our hopes with knives
You’re sitting on the pitch, your hands are raised up to the skies
Don’t tell me everything is fine, don’t tell me these dubious lies
Because I only want to notice a rebellious fire in your tired eyes
Maybe you remember how untouchable we were in those times
When we destroyed all the rivals and called it “our petty crimes”
We had no fear as if we were poisonous or covered with spines
And fought our way right to the throne ignoring the stop signs
We played like if we were a squad of soldiers and clever spies
And scored unreal goals that were blowing everybody’s minds
We didn’t care about the haters’ maledictions and small bites
And we were ready to face obstacles and troubles of all kinds
Because the best prize was the Cibeles and its dazzling lights
Now the fading of that golden age is quickly wiping our smiles
But don’t you know that all these fans travel thousands of miles
Just to see you being unbeatable and winning the crucial fights
So go ahead and reach your goal even if it takes a hundred tries
And don’t fall apart, it’s time to fight against these darkest times
Because Real Madrid has really changed something in our lives
Maybe it’s the reason why I’ve spent so many sleepless nights
Trying to convert all these feelings into words and pencil lines”
October 2018, “The poisonous team”
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