Yesterday was hard to take. But true to form, it was a dramatic, heartbreaking and horrific injury time penalty (a very soft one at that), saved by Alberto but fate dictated that due to a strange combination of spin, water and extreme misfortune, the like of which I have never seem in football, made the ball escape his grasp and roll agonisingly over the line, and confirm relegation.
Real Murcia are special......no-one else loses like we do. Yesterday, if it happened in England, would have been front page and first images on the news. Mythical proportions. Folklore. In Spain, where anything except Real Madrid and Barcelona and the world cup is ignored and even ridiculed.....nothing, zero, not a mention......only figuring on the local news.
We'll have to see what the next few weeks bring.....the only positive reading right now is that relegation will mean a massive clearout of players and staff, and a new model can be introduced. I have to say that Uncle Sam has said he is going nowhere, but his style inspires no confidence whatsoever. Under his stewardship, we have gone from Primera to Segunda B in 3 years. He is too far away, too totalitarian, surrounds himself with friends and yes men....never comes out in defence of Real Murcia.....
After the game it was pretty desperate......the trip home lasted forever. Feel like going into hiding for a week.....or two.
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