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And that slap hit hard. It still hurts. As if it were just a little while ago that those heavy blows of Ferro's fell; you stayed there, hanging onto the fence, seated in the Monumental, looking at the ground, asking why, pinching yourself to see if what was happening before your eyes was really true.
Yes, tears yet again for la Gloria [trans. note: nickname for the soccer team Instituto Atlético Central Córdoba]. Even if someone were to come and tell you that it's just a soccer game. As if they understand anything. Meanwhile, consumed with sadness, you want to escape from the world. But there you are, in Alta Córdoba, between Jujuy and Calderón de la Barca, thinking that you'll have to come back on Thursday. Even though it's a hard hand. Even though the dream has become complicated. Even though the ascent plays hard to get.
It doesn't matter. Maybe the wound still won't close. The frustration won't be forgotten. But you're going to be there, steadfast. With your red and white shirt. Supporting, cheering [them] on, backing the team, the colors, the club, the passion. For the players who brought you to this point. For the coaching staff. For the way of playing the game. For the joy granted during a whole year. For the 70 points or for pure masochism. Your presence is counted on.
The thing is that, one day, it has to come true for the supporter of la Gloria, the supporter of infinite faith and he of the millennial hopes. He who believes that at any moment, it will be his turn to celebrate, because no bad thing lasts 100 years. He who maybe thinks that something great is waiting for us. Maybe San Lorenzo, next weekend. Or not. You will go back, just in case. And with you, carried on your back, the cursed illusion that fortunately, in spite of everything, you never escape from. We'll meet again, Gloriosos.
By Vanina Di Fiore
They sound like us, right? The passion, the resilience, and also the respect for the adversary that we have to carry in the same measure to the field. "The Gloria," the "Albirroja", club founded ten years after ours was. Cradle of the "Matador" Kempes, of "Pitón" Ardiles, of Bielsa, Saldaño, Beltrán, Ceballos, Dertycia, Caranta...fighting team, with a great tradition, long-suffering and brave as CASLA has had to be. These ones, they never give up. Yes, they will respect us, but they are not afraid of us. They are going to be ready, hungry. We´ll have to face them and we´ll have to win them well, giving our all.