It's a cloudy and empty afternoon, as it's getting dark and the streetlights come on, waiting for the game to start. A bar welcomes 15 Real Madrid fans who mumble doubts about which team they're watch, the one who played against Inter, or the one against Alaves. There's a sense of silence, of a sour pandemic.
At first, a prudent joy nurtures the Madrid fans' hearts. When Marco Asensio hits the post, the cheers seem like old times. People have faith, but then comes the anguish as Real Madrid fall apart.
The goals come as daggers, crossing from the cold of Kiev into a bar on La Mancha. Stupid mistakes turn into angry protests. The team have no peace, they live at war with themselves, says a colleague, looking at the moon through scattered clouds from he window.
Inside the fire
An implacable fire flashed in the night on the dark grey asphalt, attracting the retinas. The immense speed, flashing bolts of so many colours - red, yellow, green, black, blue... The fire ascending in a column that appeared to be an amber tornado.
When you know that inside that fire there's a human being, Romain Grosjean, you sense the most terrible catastrophe. The Nomex turned into a second skin, allowing the driver to leave unscathed. It seemed like a miracle until we learned about the power of science, and without the Nomex he would have burned through. But he has already left hospital.
Damn Muller!
It was a Tuesday of pain for some and almost joy for others. After Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid fuelled their fans' spirits. Their fans puffed out their chests and tighten their cheeks as Yannick Carrasco and Joao Felix made the Bayern Munich defence dizzy. But then there was a giant, Niklas Sule, who was like a whole squad of defenders compressed into one body.
But Bayern are tireless roadrunners. Damn Thomas Muller, smart and agile, scored a goal that was no surprise to anyone.
Maradona's house
A double bed, a television and an armchair in an adapted living room. A small, grim bathroom outside the rom where he died. Windows boarded up, the white room of his last breath, without anything. A pot with a plastic plant, an unimaginable place for one of the best players in history to die.
Empty shelves, bare walls, gaunt bulbs, no lamps, narrow stairs. A garden with a basketball net and a skeletal goal, perhaps made of wire. A house not at all adapted for a sick person, which Diego Maradona was. It was a sad ending and, as Oscar Ruggeri said, "if you saw the place where Maradona died, you would die."
Source: m.allfootballapp.com