I am from the Real. Yes. It is something that any rational mind can never understand, all my life out of there (now in A Coruña). Nor can he understand that people move by colors or feelings, as the tribes of more than 4,000 years ago. I was just born and lived there for 3 years. No one in my family is from Donosti. But I feel it in my heart as well as the city that I consider most beautiful in the world.
Today is June 13, 2010, almost 3 years after that, and the San Sebastian, the realists, we look back at the sky and shout energetically ... !! REAL !! and start dreaming of other glory years in First. Like the previous 40 years before 2007. Like the Leagues, especially the one won on April 26, 1981 in Gijón, 15 days before the birth of my sister also in Donosti, still living in this wonderful city. Are my colors.
I would have loved to be there today, with the celebration, with the people, but like all the seasons (and you are 3 in Second) since I have used reason from the distance, I am here, in Europe, with that almost League that we " he stole "the Celtic in Balaidos (and that today he has not been able to do it) or struggling not to descend (and today the whole family has been, including the grandmother key). Because I feel it inside me. Are my colors.
The strength of the story, a young team full of illusions and several great players will make the Real one in First, but above all an incredible hobby.
I am far away but I am celebrating it. In these bad times, it is what we have left and I refuse to be rational. It's something that nobody can ever steal from me. Because these, those of my city, those of my team ... !! They are my colors!.
Isaac (and Paula, who accompanies me in the "sufferings")