Copa del Rey: CAMPEONES!

It's a tad bit blurry, because the stream I got it from got blurry when I screen-shoted it...but still, the point gets across. We won! By a tiny margin of extra luck, and Cristiano being on point for once, and possibly some acts of violence on Real's part...but still, the result is the same.

I love watching Casillas lift trophies (see: Euro 2008, World Cup 2010) because he always does this scream of triumph and passion and joy. It wonderfully reflects the screams of passion and triumph and joy that leap out of my mouth without my control, usually accompanied by "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" and a lot of me looking around the room to see if anyone will share in the engulfing surge of happiness, and/or will simply let me go into detailed explanations of which particular play was the turning point.
          More often than not I find that I'm actually all alone (save the cat who, at this point, has most likely darted away from my random, seemingly bi-polar behaviour which consisted of either screaming out in joy, letting loose a long string of expletives at my computer, or huddling with my eyes half-shielded going 'oh no, oh please no, please no'), so I have to be content with sending instant messages or texts to members of the losing team (i.e. future husband, and most of my family members). I deserve to gloat when the chance arises, it's not often that it does.

Borderline-blasphemy at its finest

Source: whoareyadesigns.com

I really want this shirt. I would wear it everywhere. 

Never fear, Saint Iker is here

I will acquiesce to a tie. I mean, it could have been worse...we could have lost 5-0. Oh wait, already done that!
/killsself
          I just need to remember that there was a reason, once, that I loved this team, despite their apparent lack of qualms when it comes to causing other teams bodily harm and their ignorance as to wot the defence is meant to do (I'll give you a hint, it's not go 'oh shit!' and scramble towards the goal at the last minute, while the other team barrels towards it with the ball and victory on their minds). I can't for the life of me remember wot this reason was/is, other than my devotion to Captain Saint Iker and a nostalgic memory of Zizou and Becky and Fatty (the real Ronaldo, the original number 9) and Ronaldinho being brilliant. Nevertheless, there's a loyalty that resides within me, and despite the fact that I humbly respect Barcelona, for the sheer beauty of their style if nothing else, I am a Madridista through and through, and will continue to be one whether facing devastating defeats or blood pressure raising ties or glorious, triumphant wins.
          That's either amazing dedication on my part, or sheer stupidity. I'll let you know in 17 days. As my future husband so truthfully put it: el clasico matches are heart attacks waiting to happen...so I might not be alive to tell you how I feel about my team after the 4th face off.

And he makes everything better too...my San Iker