A Cup of Real Oviedo health

A few hours ago has played the first leg of the knockout phase of the Copa del Rey between Real Oviedo and Athletic Club Bilbao. With Carlos Tartiere as stage, before some 15,000 spectators, the set of Marcelo Bielsa was victorious with a score of 0-1, with a goal by De Marcos. A Marcelo Bielsa who settled on the lawn to his eleven Asturian dress as a sign of respect not only the competition, but the opponent and the fans.

I can talk about how the game has passed. How the Oviedo has controlled the game despite their rudimentary weapons, yet are virtually eliminated. Of how the blues have remedied the lack of quality in excess of heart, and yet have not tickled Gorka. How a hobby once accustomed to the elite has to make do with seeing a first team ten years later, his breath yet has not declined.

As I watched the game, my head was elsewhere. He remembered past. Carlos reminded, Berto, Jokanovic, Onopko, Pompei, Paulo Bento. He remembered the old Tartiere , derbies with Sporting to Duvobsky to Dely Valdes. He remembered the knockout UEFA with Genoa , to Lacatus, Jerkan, Prosinecki. Oviedo reminded one that was part of the First Division. I saw a lighted stands supporting his team in defeat, and could only grieve for what we're missing.

Sadly, we remember the small rarely. How many children have seen today for the first time on TV to Oviedo? For them will be a team more than II B, thanks to Athletic have its 180 minutes of glory and then return to pot. These children do not know who was the Oviedo just over ten years. Not know that in reality these are not 180 minutes of glory, but of nostalgia, of resignation. Simple crumbs.

Years pass and the Real Oviedo withstand the difficulties of its category. Fight to regain the lost ground step by step, but the road is more muddy than you might expect. B Second Exit is the most complicated, but a giant step. To follow in the dark to light a small lamp. The moment you walk firmly , but much remains to be done yet. I just want to think that after the defeat against Athletic, when players had retired to the dressing rooms and 15,000 throats sang the "Back, Back, back again! Return to First! " , I was lying. That will end up coming out of that hole. Come back as soon as possible please.