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Traveling with La Roja towards the EURO final

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Well tomorrow comes truth day for the Red. After a pre Euro move - as always before any championship - and an incredible and exciting championship, it was time for the final, something that many Spaniards either have not lived or just remember. I do remember the song of Arconada in the final of 84, but now Iker.

Sergi and I are great practitioners and soccer fans, Quique is a follower and Avistu must start by explaining what the Eurocup is ... and the ball. However, the four of us have been in one of the matches of the Euro 2008 classification. The excuse, always: travel and meet new places, meet friends - some live in Madrid, Alicante or Barcelona -, live on atmosphere, some party and see how the Red boys do it.

The bug entered me after going with my friend Mel to the final phase of the World Cup in Germany, in the summer of 2006. The good vibes through the streets of Stuttgart and Munich were colossal. The orange tide of Dutch fans welcomed us to Stuttgart, also animated by the timbales of the Ivorian exotic and some Spaniards who arrived, like us, before the time. After those five days of football, beers, vans, new friends and a lot of good vibes, I decided that I would move to national team matches abroad whenever I could. And so began my particular journey to the Euro 2008.

Five friends landed in the cold Stockholm in October 2006. There one such Lourdes - which we assaulted in the historic center of the Swedish capital - told us that he worked for El rondo, soccer program of 2. It is what you have to live outside. We had signed him for how beautiful she was, but it turns out that she was also from the world of TV. So, we went out on the news and began calling our families to tell us things like: I've seen you with a Cordovan hat and a red wig in 1!. Spain, without Raul, left us even more ice cream in the stadium and we went with 2 to 0 for home.

Our next displacement it was unforgettable. We met 11 friends from different places, in Riga, the Latvian capital. It was a hot weekend in June 2007. Latvia surprised us greatly, because we had the idea that it could still be a country anchored in its communist past. The match - which Spain won - was soporific, the opposite of the life of the streets of Riga, both day and night. Here Sergi - after giving his advice to Manolo Lama - Quique and I hugged Flavio Briatore twice, while our friend Alex walked the tourists on the bike-cars and the Latvians at the next table invited us to a pop the typical drink of the country: a liquor that tasted like herbs and burned your throat. A destination that I highly recommend and that includes great beaches - half an hour by train from the capital - full of beautiful people in which to enjoy the summer heat.

The last expedition took us to Aarhus, in Denmark. Ryanair takes you from Dublin to Bilund for a very cheap price. Also, if you have time, you can always stop by the Lego theme park. The Danish brand has an amusement park a few kilometers from this airport. We leave it for another occasion and take the first bus to Aarhus. Curiously it left us right at the door of the hotel of the selection. We looked out and there were Hierro and Aragonese chatting in the cafeteria. We approached to ask the typical things that disturbed the citizen - Madridista, I must confess - on foot: Luis ... what will happen to Raul?, as a joke. Luis laughed and we asked him about the game and so on. The anecdote came when Fernando Hierro, with gummed hair, smiles at us and asks: Where do you come from ... from Dublin-we answer-Fuck, what beating you have hit, right ?.

No comments ... The best thing is that it is also recorded on video and someday we will hang it somewhere. Of course, I think he did not change his career of success and pasta, for knowing where Ireland is.

This time we didn't even go to the stadium. The atmosphere was in the streets surrounding the city channel. Bridges, cafes, restaurants, pubs and legions of Danish fans with whom we mixed, drank and hugged. As we were quite messy and there were not many Spaniards, they ended up interviewing us for television, radio and written press. The team won and took a giant step for its classification, but the laughs seeing us in full color on the central page of Aarhus's newspaper the next day were even better.

I could not go to the Euro and now I get nostalgic every time I see people going to camp at different venues, meet people, places and impregnate the intercultural environment that has football as an excuse, but that is just that , Another excuse to travel, open the mind and live life.

Tomorrow night I will be with my girlfriend and friends in a Dublin pub waiting for the Red to make me vibrate. And I think it will. Let's go SPAIN!

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