iker casillas is the most important. protect iker casillas at all costs. serve iker casillas.
sacrifice a lamb for iker casillas
Chief Pitch Inspector Xavier Hernandez stares blearily at the hordes of his sworn enemy celebrating loudly & classlessly in the distance.
"Same shit different day," Xavi thinks sullenly.
This isn’t the first defeat he’s ever tasted, and it won’t be the last.
After all, he’s been involved in the Beautiful Game far longer than the length of Di Maria’s face, long enough to know Sergio Ramos (GOD that insufferable Dolce&Gabbana scented twat) when he was still vehemently opposed to the idea of rhinoplasty, long enough to know Gerard Pique when there was still hope of him developing normal adult-sized prefrontal lobes.
What feels different about this defeat, however, or Real Madrid’s victory (Xavi can’t help but shudder a little bit as he strings those three foul words together), is that it feels…bigger, a representation of the downfall & decay of futbol as a whole.
He & his club have been the bastion and noble defenders of the true Beautiful Game for as long as he’s known.
So why can’t the world recognize this?
How can they just award those overpriced chorizos like this so willy-nilly without realizing that they are DESTROYING THE SPORT?
Back when Xavi was a youngster, back when he still remembered how to smile, futbol actually meant something. It actually deserved to be called the beautiful game.
and all the pitches were in pristine condition
It’s at this point of his melancholy reverie that Xavi feels something in his eyes.
He tentatively touches his left eye, and upon inspection, is surprised that it appears to be…could it be? tears
"At least it’ll do something to water this damn dry pitch" Xavi huffs as he flicks the tear onto these desecrated battlegrounds and slowly walks away
Iker Casillas lifts the Copa del Rey trophy | 16-04-14