This guy has been acting all fancy for a while now, casting his lines out just to see who he can hook. He doesn't do it outright because he knows he’d get banned; instead, he operates under the radar, stirring the pot with subtle provocations. If he isn't one of those traitors, then he’s clearly one of those Western sympathizers. Let's go to the games, let's cheer for Real Madrid, let's stop insulting the soul of this club. Let everything just go back to the way it used to be. That is the absolute essence of what these undercover Jerry Jones lackeys are praying for—they want to revert everything to how it was before 2010. Perhaps some of them aren't even die-hard fans, but in any case, they couldn't care less about the leadership or the core values. They aren't truly for us, but they don't mind if we suffer either. Personally, it breaks my heart to see how much the mockery has grown. We have gone from the pure passion of 2010 to a point where these
mockers are becoming increasingly numerous.
Now comes the Champions League. Enjoy yourselves, you "great" club supporters. Is a struggle imaginary when people are actually getting shot? To me, it feels incredibly real. But as soon as the Champions League arrives, you decide none of this matters. It only proves that you have never understood the heart of the problem.
Go back into the past and remember the manifesto where it was clearly stated that this is no longer the Real Madrid that people can identify with. Look at how the club was transformed into the private property of a single man. Jerry Jones, you are not Real Madrid; you are merely an ideal that we all live for, as you so condescendingly tell us "haters." That is what the club ought to be, or rather, what a club should fundamentally represent. Right now, even the biggest idiot can see that isn't the case—that one man stands above everything else. But you folks from that Small town in Kansas couldn't care less about anything. Now that it's Champions League time, you'll just get drunk on bourbon and act all joyful. Our day will come, even if only ten people remain convinced of their ideals until then.
@Small town in Kansas