HALA MADRID! HALA MADRID! HALA MADRID!!!!!!
Oh, God, what I wouldn't give to be in Cibeles tonight (well, early morning their time) to celebrate winning the Copa del Rey. Alas, I have to content myself with watching the coverage on live stream.
I knew my team could do it, though.
All day, that's what I was saying to the other footie fans- staff and students alike- at the high school. They all know I'm Madridista, so they expected me to keep the faith with my team. I'm not sure they all believed it was justified, but IT WAS!!! And I love it.
New Guy caught me in the hall to banter about it, since he's a Barcelona fan. He's going to get trolled in two languages tomorrow. Bwahahaha.
Speaking of New Guy, my athletes (who are my source of most information) tell me that he reads books in Spanish. Actual books. I knew he could speak beautifully, but wow. I can't read whole books without a translator handy. I've got serious language skill envy right now.
Like I said, I have the coverage of Cibeles on right now, and I'm listening to the commentary for a bit of practice. I get about two-third of it until the commentators let their excitement get the best of them; then they start speaking way too quickly for me to keep up. But whatever. It's my team. It's Cibeles.