Cornered recently by a journalist, who thrust his microphone in front of me and asked, what football meant to me, my players and the residentes of our beloved Rio Grande. I just nodded in the direction of the longest serving Rio Grandeian Alvaro Gonzales and told the journalist to ask him.
The snake eyed reporter sidled up to Alvaro and repeated the same question he had asked me. The answer he received left him silently scratching his head.
Alvaro smiled at the reporter, sat down and then said these words.
" When we are a playing on the pitchio, sometimes I cannot see it, everything is too frenetic, rushing feet, sudden movements and leaps and thrusts. At times it seems disorganised and anything but graceful. But imagine if you were to view it from a great height? in the upper reaches of the stands, looking down at what was unfolding beneath you, then you would see the beauty. The further the distance the more beautiful it would appear. What might look unstructured and frenetic from the pitch, well from the heavens that very same scene takes on the form of a beautiful meandering river, all smooth turns and sweeping arcs, framed by the orange hue of the evening sun. You myself I am no more than a mere droplet of water, but together the team forms a majestic river that carves its way through the land. Turning what was once dry and arid, into a green carpet of lush abundance. That is what it means to me to be a Rio Grande player anyway."
And with those words Alvaro walked away and snuck up behind chicarito yanking his shorts up to give him a wedgie. "Ayayayayayaya" screamed Chicarito, This was echoed by the chant of this magnifico team "Viva Alvaro, Viva Rio Grande."
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