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Madrid, there are these Real Madrid boroughs, but you, you vibrate for the Athletic. And if you’re killing it this season with the C1, it could be said that you enjoy making others suffer. Because the tale of “the Atlete” is a jumble of mishandled moments, equal parts malevolence and irrational love.

.. Actually, you have no idea why you are a supporter of this team.

You asked your father, who is also your colchonero, why you were against the Athletic, and he didn’t know what to say.

Your grandfather said that it was “an inexplicable sentiment.” You found it to be beautiful and sufficient.

“You resemble a bougie that someone forgot to put away in a dark room surrounded by somber people who are trying to make you cry.” The only child of Otto Puccino is you.

It’s a loser. Et fier de l’être.

It’s a ringard. You grasp it and you resell it.

Your favorite movie is on Torrente. A lovely arrangement.

The only CD you have ever purchased in your life is by the rock group The garb, which is from Mono Burgos.

It is exciting because your team is regarded as the second-best club in Madrid and the third-best major club in Spain. In summary, you’re not too unhappy.

That is sadomasochistic. Why spend time with the greatest club of the 20th century when one can get a hair cut with the Atletico in the same city? Why, Hein?

You like Pepsi better than Coca-Cola.

You like Walibi from Walt Disney’s “Asterix and Astérix” park. Décor question.

You enjoy switching from laughing to crying in less than a minute. Très belles émotions, tu fucks.

You’ve never understood these stories about 4-3-3, 4-4-2, or the sapin from Christmas to the con. You and your tactic, it’s like two big cojones.

You’re getting married and you understand both the best and worst about yourself and your club, that’s the impression that people have of you.

You like Walibi from Walt Disney’s “Asterix & Astérix” park. Décor question.

You enjoy switching from laughing to crying in less than a minute. Très belles émotions, tu fucks.

You’ve never understood these stories about 4-3-3, 4-4-2, or the sapin from Christmas to the con. You and your tactic, it’s like two big cojones.

You’re getting married and you understand both the best and worst about yourself and your club, that’s the impression that people have of you.

You realize that the greatest enemy of Athletico is Athletico itself.

You talk about yourself and your club.

You realize that the greatest enemy of Athletico is Athletico itself.

You remember, too, that it was only because of Athletic that a type like Sinama-Pongolle had a single blue selection.

You still want to know how the team managed to lose players like Hasselbaink, Capdevila, Valerón, Bejbl, Kiko, or Solari.

You are aware of the humiliation suffered by Haskelbaink against Oviedo on the final day of the league. That day, you had a great time with Jimmy.

You were one of the forty thousand spectators that came to watch D2 play at the Calderón.

In the school hallway, you mimicked Kiko’s archer’s gesture each time you made a goal.