Dr Gonzo
Member
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2019
- Messages
- 4
- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 1
PRELUDE
Pedro Manuel remembered vaguely to say the least, the events following the relegation of Deportivo La Coruna’s relegation to the third tier (Segunda Division B) of Spanish football. Basically, he remembered entering the Tribuna bar, two blocks away for Riazor, after the game that sealed their fate.
He remembered he had a flash of the glorious years, when they were crowded campeones of Spain, them, a small team from a relatively small city, toppled the giants of Madrid and Barcelona. The games in Champions League, the epic battles against A.C. Milan when they overturned a 4-1 loss by winning 4-0, the players he had seen wearing the blue-white stripes, Rivaldo, Makay, Valeron, Djukic, Naybet,Djalminia, Bebeto, Tristan, Donato, Da Silva and so many others. This was not 50 years ago, it was 15 years ago, still fresh, still painful when you compared it with what was happening now. Now, they are playing in a semi-professional division for God’s sake!
Then, he started drinking his sorrow away, along with other sad and depressed Depor fans, who couldn’t yet understand what just happened. Maybe they didn’t want to. But, they were down and that was a fact.
He had no idea how many beers he had, when he decided to give a speech, right then and there in the bar. He had no idea what he wanted to say to his fellow drinkers but he knew the speech will be about his beloved Depor and how the tide will turn and they will become Super Depor again one day. He just couldn’t find the words but he was sure that they will come to him as soon as he could lift himself from the stool he was sitting. He tried, he really tried, to find his balance, but alcohol and gravity took over and he fell.
With a bang.
Just like his beloved team.
And he couldn’t remember anything else.