Today is Dominic, is a day of football. My Sporting playing at home. It is almost 3 months without seeing him live. I'm anxious to enjoy, with my computer vibrate.
garlanded with my red and white elastic, wear due to the colossus. I walk through the doors of my stage and start to breathe smell of football, great afternoon. I envision all its majesty for a few minutes until finally I sit in my chair.
The ball starts to roll and pitch the minutes show the shortcomings of my beloved Sporting, however, the stroke of half luminoso.Nada get ahead in the further from the truth because immediately afterwards the whole tie Malacitano the contest.
is time to break and thus a discussion with friends and strangers what they occur which these first forty-five minutes. Beginning to realize the general pessimism that is breathed, the lack of excitement that reigns in Gijon and I wonder why.
the game resumed, and the worst fears are true. Take over the match and advance on the scoreboard.
thirty minutes still remaining, but simply translates into a love and I can not part Gijon.
The referee signals the end of the game and begin to emerge piece white handkerchiefs.
The situation painted in red and white clubs in the future. A poorly planned and short staff, with the club that has made less expensive at first during the last three years, when we had a surplus of around three million euros per year.
us in the dock D. Manolo Preciado are facing a great coach and a better person. I think you have given so much to our club but has come to an end, you can not ask for more and can only say thanks and go through the front door.
There is more of a return to complete the league championship and far descended, but we all must take a radical turn. Together we will succeed!
Gentlemen, beware their handkerchiefs and constantly encourage our glorious Sporting who has given so much joy to this city.
We have lived too many hardships to give up so easily, now more than ever Sporting Gijon REAL!
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