Our Iker, who art in Madrid.
Hallowed be thy gloves.
Thy skills come, thy saves be done.
On the pitch as it is in practice.
Give us this Clasico, our daily hope,
and forgive us our offsides,
as we forgive those that dive against us….
And lead us not into red cards,
But deliver us from Cules.
For thine is the Saint,
the Banana and the captain,
For ever and ever.
Amen
(this divine poetry is the product of Susie’s genius mind, first posted in the best Real Madrid fangirl forum IN DA WORLD)
This week I’ve been bending over backwards trying to be a good girl, sew as much good karma as possible, keeping the snark at the minimum even though I’m surrounded by fuckery, etc etc etc BECAUSE CHRISTMAS NEEDS TO COME EARLY IN THE BERNABEU TO SPREAD JOY TO THE WOOOOOORRLD!!!!
And by “the world” I meant me. And the whole Madridistas in the world. Because we’re good people.
Why do I write like this, I’m too nervous to function; damn.
Basically HALA MADRIIIIIIIDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UPDATE: …………………………………………………. I HAVE NO WORDS; THE TEARS IN MY EYES. THEY’RE A’FLOWING.
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