The reason for a delayed post is that I am lucky to be alive! Thats right! I could have DIED! I survived a pile up. Pile up may be a tad overstating it. What I mean is that the driver of the bus I was on chose an unfortunate moment to look at his shoes and we went into the back of a car. Buses are big and hitting one was enough to push that one into the two ahead of it and for one to go into the back of us. As previously mentioned buses are big so the bus was fine apart from a bent bumper and some broken tail lights. The car we went into however was not so lucky. That was in bits. No one was hurt though at one point I thought the woman who got hit was going to kill the bus driver, he would have deserved it. We caused a huge delay made all the more satisfying knowing that Kevyn and Julio were caught in it.
Home was good. Brief, but good. I was down for only 24 hours and in that time I managed to to catch up with Hannah, Catherine and John who were in great form and saved me from having to spend too much time dealing with my sister's friends which is always gratefull received. Its got me really looking forward to the summer.
On landing I got a phone call from Felicity and rather strangely went straight to meet them for an afternoon at the zoo. Tired, dishevelled and still carrying my bag I wandered around in a strange daze. I like zoos. I don't see them as prisons as a persistent graffitti artist is calling them all over Madrid. Someone should tell him a lot of these animals would be extinct without them. Saying that at points I could see what he was getting at in Madrid zoo. Most of it was good, large enclosures with lots of things in but there were exceptions, such as the poor buffalo just standing in mud. It was the bears who were the worst though. People were throwing crisps and bits of bread at them and they were doing a little dance, it was sad to see them reduced to that. Also I know dolphins are usually a lot of peoples favourites but come on! They'll do anything for a fish, sluts.
The other main event of the week was finally getting around to seeing a Real Madrid game. Jeff (the only nice p****e fan) is a season ticket holder, possibly the first man ever to have both held a p****e season ticket and a Real Madrid season ticket. He couldn't go so he gave it to me and I took his seat to see the local derby Real vs Getafe. It was an exhibition match, Real cruised it 4-0 and at no point was a football match in danger of breaking out. Ronaldo scored three and say what you like about his character he is really, really, good at football. My man crush on Xabi Alonso grows and grows. The game served as a good example of Spanish football generally. It was a real privilege to be able to watch such talented players in the flesh. Real are a very very good side and in my opinion probably would have won the Premier League fairly comfortably this season, its just unfortunate for them that Barcelona are even better. It was great to see some of the best players on the planet show off their talent. Some people say that is what you want, you want to see incredible footballers play incredible football. Like the Harlem Globe Trotters, you don't go to see a game, you go to see the ability on show. While others say the Premiership is better as you will see a more equal and competitive game of football. I have to agree. Charlton (who I know are very far away from Real) have won by 4 goals only a handful of times in my lifetime, but thats the point. When it happens we go crazy, its truly special. The Real fans just clapped and then all went home, it was routine for them and where's the fun in that? As a one off it was brilliant but game after game after game? A good example is Osasuna. Who on Wednesday won a massive game to more or less secure their position in the division next year. 2 nil down at half time to Sevilla, who are a really good side. However they turned it round to win 3-2 with two very late goals. Camunas set up the winner despite being punched in the build up and bleeding. The Guardian described it as
It could just be the best assist ever. Camuñas chased a long ball up the left wing, cut inside, got punched full in the face, wobbled momentarily, lifted his hand towards his head, carried on into the area, blood streaming from just below the eye, provided a wonderful assist and turned to celebrate with the fans, pointing at his face. "See this?" Camuñas said after the game, pointing at his face as everyone went bonkers, "this represents this club". "Look, look, look!" he said, pointing at the fans, "this is what Osasuna are all about." And that is why Osasuna will survive.
Proper football.
love love love x
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