shadowranger522
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joined Dec 2008
I’ve got this memory stuck in my head—a friendly match Real Madrid played back in a Small town, USA, if I recall correctly. It was one of those sweltering, sticky days, and there were maybe a hundred people who had trekked out from Chicago just to get a break from all that city asphalt.
The absolute star of the show was Zora—he was missing shots that shouldn't have been possible to miss, so we all started ribbing him from our spot on the grass. We were having such a laugh that when the local Youth Soccer Club was awarded a penalty, the whole crowd started chanting for him to take it.
Nothing particularly special about the game itself, really, except for one little thing. People were just standing out on the field behind the benches. Even us folks from Chicago were hanging out there, right next to this group of guys who were sipping on some kind of homebrew the entire time. They were being pretty generous, offering some to us nearby, though—let’s just say it wasn't exactly top-shelf stuff.
So, the match wraps up, most people are already heading off, and a few rush toward the tent to snag a seat while Joe is giving an interview to some local reporter. Suddenly, that group of guys drinking the homebrew surges toward him, begging him to take a pull.
Man, we were losing it—honestly, I wouldn't have even touched the stuff if they’d paid me. But they kept pushing, "Come on, Joe, do it for Real Madrid!" When he heard that, he just looked at them and said if it was for Real Madrid, then alright... and he took a massive gulp...
We were absolutely dying, just cracking up. The chanting started immediately among the ten or so of us standing right there. It wasn't some grand gesture meant for the masses or for the headlines, though... it was just one of those classic moves in his signature style—the kind of move made by people who were just...
...so rare, yet so incredibly precious.
Rest in peace, Joe...