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I stop writing at twenty of nine. Whole, the bar is very close and I come on time to see the Apoel-Atleti. I believe that earlier I never felt less desire of seeing my own team, against what I always fought to be able to do it; this is what has to be far from what you love. Anyway, my fiancée newly comes to house, I say goodbye with a kiss and go away. I do not take the jacket, since it is not worth it to walk two minutes and then to take it from me.

When I always come to the bar, that thing about. In a side, in the big TV and with approximately ten spectators — included the bartender — Real Madrid. In other formed a corner in a small TV set and with me like the only client, the Athletic one. Something is more than anything, and one is agreeable. I have seen several meetings here, but this time twists the matter. They pass not even three minutes when the TV of Madrid begins to fail and the general complaints make me be afraid of the worst thing. To put the digital TV in the big one it is necessary to remove the Atleti, and a simple excuse is sufficient so that I get up and leave touched — cursing internally to the majorities—.

A little further on there is a glasses bar, with two televisions. “There they put it”, they make sure to me. I go with many doubts and enter the new bar. In effect, there is two TV, but the two with Madrid. The matter is of study: approximately eight persons look at a big screen with Madrid – Zurick, but one, the only one, it is attentive to the party in another TV. That leads me to trying it, but the bartender proves to be reluctant and implacable. I begin to doubt the negotiating capacity of the bartenders, have my reasons. The question is that I go out, more and more pissed off. But if they throw Madrid in South Channel, to fuck.

I tackle the way back, to visit those places in which some possibility fits. I know all the bars, and in almost all I could see some party of the Atleti. Closer to house it is where that time I saw the Atletico-Racing in the Bonus; who knows, and the barmaid is very kind. I enter, and immediately I see how five persons see Madrid across a projector. I ask the girl if the Atleti puts me in the small TV, but, what coincidence, in the that miniature GolTv is not seen. I choose to confess that I have to do the chronicle, to see if it proves; but not at all, the girl apologizes and third frustrated attempt.

To cross towards another bars area I have to go on ahead from house. The temptation is big. They have already passed more than ten minutes of party and the thing does very badly. I begin to regret without having put myself the overcoat; but what more gives, I am going to keep on trying. Step along a street with several bars which I have never entered. They are small, therefore it is improbable that they have two TV, and with one it is already known. I am not wrong, some have no TV, others put Madrid. I give a detour and I feel like slipping in in a place of fast food that is always empty. The barmaids are having dinner, but of soccer not at all, and of GolTv less. Then, now yes, it has to prove luck where the Atleti made me so happy hammering the PSV and planting facing the Liverpool. But I remember that this bar had not hired GolTv, that’s why I never go already.

I appear and, for my surprise, I see that the only and immense screen is subdued. Do not you put the soccer? The Atleti I say, it is in GolTV. The proprietor agrees and I relax. I enter the bar, there are few people, but in the bank of ahead a very peculiar accompanist rests. That parrot disconcerts me very much, but I to mine, head arrives and to see the party. This party that the man does not find, since instead of using the control it gives the whole return to the TDT — or God knows what platform — channel for channel. When it is right, seventeen minutes and one to zero for the Apoel. Crestfallen, I ask myself for a beer, but with that one animal there it is impossible to concentrate. Above, blue wings and yellow body, igualito that the Apoel. The very Cypriot one …

It happens that the circumstances are very strange. With the covers so good than they set in the bar … the proprietor he behaves very strange, and caresses to the bug repeatedly, and speaks with him, and feeds him almonds. Two things are sure: this night I have not dinner here and it is more entertaining to see to the parrot than to the Atleti. In addition, it offers me a few almonds, but my common sense leads me to pushing them back. Less evil that I am rapid. The party does not offer anything, but the bar is answering to the expectations; overcoming them, it is me who says.

Since the famine attacks, my house is face and I am not going to take anything that the proprietor has to prepare for me with his hands, apologize and say that I return after the rest, stopping to owe the beer. I come to house, slightly light volume as quickly as possible and, with the same ones, I return. I have already thought about it, but I do not stop believing it until I see it with my own eyes. When I come to the bar, Madrid is put; a couple is taking something and has asked for the party. I ask the proprietor, who is seated out, and he asks them to put the Atleti to me. Inside they hesitate, until I get fed up, ask them to leave Madrid, I pay my beer and go out. When the proprietor sees me, I make him see that it does not matter for me, with a proviso that any client loses; but his determination can with everything, annoys the bartender and the Atleti puts me again. I am grateful for his gesture, but I curse his awkwardness, since it is late another three hours in turning round him to the platform; what mania, with how easy it is to use the control. From here on, the show keeps on taking form.

I notice the confused, slightly more rough proprietor of the normal thing, and I feel like thinking badly. There is the one who enters to see how Madrid goes, but it proves to be straight at the time of betting for me: I have been the first one and, according to him, I have more rights than the rest. The uncle makes me feel good. In the first bar they have not respected me (yes, although those of Madrid were more) and it is very possible that it does not return, except by force majeure; that is to say, that do not put the Atleti in another place. Here, everything opposite. The Atleti ties, but the proprietor gains the game with his spectacle. It enters the bath and goes out with a laurel crown in the head, to the style Roman emperor, and untying the laughs and the comments of the presents. Then, it begins to give him almonds to the parrot with its own mouth and to set to the animal in the shoulder of a well-known client, whom it pecks in the glasses. The truth is that he manages to wake up my attention, as to obviate it.

In the end, I thank the proprietor for having behaved like a gentleman, but the man does not happen to understand the porqué of my gratitude. I find out that that one who asks for Madrid is, like me, of Algeciras, and we end up by speaking a few minutes. I come back home impassioned and thoughtfully simultaneously. I have spent many things to see the Athletic one, but I never lived through a similar situation. In ninety minutes, it had covered eight bars and changed of frame of mind some other times; I laughed and even lost hope; I threw curses, felt picked and respected; a poor devil and an uncle with luck. And everything to see the same of last times. A night moved by the threads of the Athletic one.

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