"I’m Argentinian, but I could not go back to Buenos Aires. I got hooked to Real Madrid for my entire life and I had no strength to go back. One blonde kid started calling me “mister” and even today when I hear Butragueño calling me like that I feel that I must keep guiding him. Nobody can choose their birthplace, but I was able to find the place where I belong. It’s in that little square between the streets Castellana, Padre Damián, Concha Espina and Rafael Salgado."
I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more.