Pumas didn't win... so what?

Mood: a little sad, but proud.
Feeling like: having something good to say.

While excitement explodes loudly on a good part of the Andrés Quintana Roo stadium, I find myself surrounded by faces that show a variety of negative feelings: sadness, disappointment, anger, rage, hatred... I can't blame this people, though, because I, myself, am feeling like my stomach is tied up in knots-- but I'm not sure if it is due to the fact that it's practically empty or due to the way the game ended. Or both.

I hate to lose. I hate it with a passion. But I don't think I'm a bad loser because, as much as I despise to lose, I can accept when I did. This is no exception.

Oh, honestly... there's no point in translating this. To make a long story short, this is about two soccer teams in Mexico. One of them is the team of the most important university of my country (Los Pumas de la UNAM) and the other is a team that recently moved from Mexico City to Cancun (Los Potros de Hierro del Atlante). There was a final and both played awesome, but one of them had to win and, unfortunately, it wasn't my team... my beloved Pumas.

But I'm still proud of them, because they did so well. And proud of myself because, while most of the people chanting for Atlante had been "fans" of the team for a mere 6 months, I've been a fan of Pumas since I was born (ok, since I've had use of reason).

And to end this post, here's something we yell to support Pumas:

Goooya! Goooya! Cachun, cachun, ra, ra! Cachun, cachun, ra, ra! Gooooooya! UNIVERSIDAD!

I'm off...