Padilla nos mando a un perfecto....

* German Arredondo, chingas a 20.
* Errores que cuestan caro
* poca ventaja, pero ventaja al fin.
* Ochoa en plan grande en el TSM.
* Vuoso no debería ser suspendido.

De entrada, la imagen iba a decir mucho, muchísimo mas feo, pero me detuvo probablemente la educacion que me inculcaron en la escuela.
Pero lo minimo que se merece este pseudo-arbitro llanero, es una mentada de madre, por un trabajo deficiente, mediocre y muy digno de castigar, porque el señor, vino a perjudicar a los dos equipos, y como siempre, el lider de esta bola de ojetes, Don Gato Padilla se hace como el tio Lolo, pendejo el solo y no ve que el arbitraje mexicano no esta en un bache, sino en un cañon del sumidero, hundido en la mas profunda de las mediocridades gracias a su gestión.

La pregunta del millon, ¿a quien perjudico mas?
Los aztecos, fieles a su "equipo" decian que al Monarcas, porque no le marcaron una mano al Chato y un penal a Santiago( que dicho sea de paso, se vio tronco hasta barriendose ), era obvio, tenian que ser "objetivos" pero este señor, de objetivo tuvo lo que yo de astronauta, los nuestros siempre fueron tarjeteados y pintados de amarillo a la primer falta, mientras que por el otro lado, el pollo Salazar ( ah! que agradable muchacho ) hacía falta, tras falta, tras falta sin ni siquiera decirle algo.
Luego, anula un golazo legítimo a Vicente Matias Vuoso, haciendolo explotar, ya lo habiamos dicho antes, esta bola de ojetes, llamados arbitros, tienen consigna contra el toro, siempre le van a marcar en contra no importanto que no haga falta, y para variar, no amonesta y se va, al contrario, se queda ahi viendolo y retandolo para que le diga mas, si eso no es provocacion, entonces no se que mamadas pueden ser.

El Mistico Lagunero, estaba mas que emperrado.

El partido en si, estuvo trabado, con oportunidades para ambas porterias, y seria Santos quien empezaria a poner las cosas en su debido orden, gracias a Carlos Ochoa, que a veces parece como que no esta jugando y de repente aparece como por arte de magia, para estar ahi, en el momento justo y contrarrematar un disparo que habia pegado en el palo, para el 1-0, y un gol mas en su cuenta personal ahi en el TSM, se ve que le a sentado bastante bien la nueva casa guerrera.
El partido transcurria cuando en una jugada rápida, Guti Estrada corre hacia un balon, perseguido solo por Hugo Droguett, el Pony De Hierro, trata de devolver el balon a Oswaldo, sin embargo no puede pegarle bien al balon para dejarlo muerto, y que llegara Droguett, tranquilo y sin prisas y decirle a Oswaldo Sanchez, "ponte soteeeneeeee" para el 1-1 y el festejo ( desmesurado ) de Boy, en un resultado y un error, que caía no frío, HELAAAADO para la aficion que NO logró llenar el TSM ( mucha gente se esta alejando por los problemas que conlleva ir a la nueva casa, OJO SEÑORES DIRECTIVOS, ponganse las pilas, porque no es posible ver un estadio con huecos en lo que se supone es la fiesta grande del futbol mexicano. la gente esta INCONFORME con todas las molestias que se estan generando desde taquilla, hasta traslado, entrada y salida, sin mencionar a los queridos revendedores --que dicho sea de paso, si saben quienes son, ¿por qué no los agarran? pregúntome yo-- ).

notese como lo retaba...
ARREDONDO, chingas a 20

Vino entonces, el show del pendejo Arredondo, cuando en un tiro de esquina, Vuoso se levanta limpiamente y cabecea preciso para un golazo al angulo, Arredondo, en su profunda mediocridad, pita, sin saber porque anulandole el gol a Vuoso y amonestandolo por protestar, y aqui viene lo bueno, CLARAMENTE SE VE UNA TOMA, donde Vuoso NUNCA LE DIJO UN INSULTO, sino que le preguntaba que marcaba, es entonces cuando en una muestra de estupidez, Germancito ni siquiera pudo sacar la roja a la primera ( tan pendejo es, que se le atoro en el short ) y le mostro una segunda amarilla, cuando si se trata de insulto es ROJA DIRECTA, entonces pinche germancito, ¿que marcaste?, Santos deberia protestar a este imbecil, y poner una queja, para que Vuoso no sea sancionado ( si no van a sancionar a Melvin Brown por un golpe a la espalda ) y todo por la ineptitud de un señor que es todo un mediocre en su accionar como arbitro.

Con 10, Santos nunca bajo los brazos, y aunque existia el riesgo del contagolpe, se espero y en una jugada iniciada por Hacha Ludueña, quien pasa a Quintero para luego que fuera Ochoa en rematar y quedar el marcador final con un 2-1

...y ya que estamos en peregrinaciones, miren como danzo...

que en el papel, parece ligero, pero que en la cancha, se tendra que echar mano de los mejores hombre para lograr vencer pero sobre todo, dejar a Santos en cero, esa sera la tarea dificil para los de Michoacan.
El partido de vuelta, Domingo a las 5 de la tarde, alla en el estadio Morelos ( a quien se le ocurrio la gran idea de que la liguilla se jugara asi? pfft...) donde Santos requiere de un empate o una victoria para pasar, si pierde por cualquier marcador, esta eliminado.

Sale!!!

PD. 1 ok, se que no se habia actualizado el blog, pero comprendan
que el cambio de megachafa a infinitum no es de un dia para otro
y menos yendo a las oficinas de megafraude, donde para hablar
con una de las "señoritas" tiene uno que tomar un turno y normalmente
se encuentra el lugar HASTA LA MADRE de gente intentando solucionar
sus quejas.
hasta parece rosario de tanta gente sentada, nomas les falta cantar la
letania.

PD.2 poco a poco tengo que irme poniendo al corriente en el blog, no
desesperen.

PD.3 Arredondo, chingas a 20.

My Matchday - 233 Broadwood Stadium

Clyde 1v3 East Fife
Scotttish 2nd Division
Saturday 21st November 2009

Clyde FC were founded in 1877 and hail from the Glasgow district of Rutherglen on the banks of the River Clyde .
After the club’s formation their first home was at Barrowfields Park on the edge of Bridgeton, before moving to Shawfield in 1898.
Shawfield also played host to athletics, boxing and from 1932 became a Greyhound Stadium, the Greyhound Racing Association Ltd later becoming landowners.
When the owners decided to sell the land for redevelopment in 1986 the club’s search for a new home proved difficult, the club having to settle on a controversial ground share with local rivals Partick Thistle, the first cohabits in Scottish football which lasted for five years.

In 1990 “The Bully Wee” accepted an approach by the Cumbernauld Development Corporation to relocated to one of Scotland’s five new towns, and one of the largest townships in the country without a senior football club.
Cumbernauld name derives from the Scots Gaelic Cumar-nan-Alt, meaning 'the Meeting of the Waters' due to the proximity of tributaries of the rivers Forth and Clyde which lead to the major cities of Edinburgh and Glasgow.
The new town was created in 1956 as a population overspill from Glasgow. Historically Cumbernauld originates from Roman times, with a settlement near the Antonine Wall, the wall being the most northerly boundary of the Roman Empire.Clyde ground shared again from 1991, this time with Hamilton Academicals while the new stadium was under construction, this nomadic period gave the Clyde supporters the self titled handle of the “Gypsy Army”
Broadwood Stadium opened in 1994 and is the highest ground above sea level in Scotland. Their first fixture on February 5th was coincidently against their most recent landlords, a 2-0 defeat against the Accies in front of a crowd of 5,356.
When originally constructed, Broadwood had only two stands designed by Percy-Johnson and built by the Walker Group at a cost of £6m.
The Main Stand and West Stand both have a single tie of red seats, the Main Stand slightly larger having hospitality suites, while the West Stand has an electric scoreboard and Clyde OKI picked out in white seats, although on first glance I thought it said CLYDE OK.
The open ends to the north and south made it one of the country’s coldest grounds giving it the nickname ‘Ice Station Broadwood, then in 1996 the South Stand was added at a cost of £1.7m, matching the other stands in design and size.
The vacant north end has a leisure centre, protected from wayward shots by a metal mesh wall and metal slats over the windows.
The current capacity stands at just over 8,000 with the biggest attendance being the sell out crowd which witnessed the Scottish Cup victory over Celtic in January 2006.

A great family day out in Glasgow, the Smudger’s making full use of our ’Friends & Family’ railcard, the four of us travelling direct to Glasgow for a total return price of only £28.80.
After heading straight to the pub for a few drinks (Just to get out of the rain..Eddy) I headed back to the train station to make the short journey to Croy.
Thanks to the Clyde supporters website Broadwood Ice Station, I managed to navigate the 20 minute walk from the station to the ground in the driving rain without any problems, arrived at Broadwood Stadium at 2.30pm.
I was looking forward to the prospect of a mouth watering encounter, hosts Clyde sitting at the foot of the Scottish 2nd Division again East Fife, one place above them in ninth.
In the space of the opening five minutes, I could tell the home supporters were in for a frustrating afternoon. East Fife looked sharper and dangerous going forward and it was no surprise when they took an early lead. Paul McManus picked up a good through ball, before turning the defender and although he was forced wide, he hit a fierce shot beyond the keepers far post.
With only ten minutes gone there were cries of “Brown must go” from the restless natives, as their team failed to make any impression on the game. East Fife continued to press forward with McManus almost doubled the lead just before half time, his half volley produced a good save from Clyde ’keeper Reidford.

In the interval I had a wander around the stand, taking a few pictures from different angles before settling down to watch the second half. As I headed back towards my seat at the top end of the stand, I was stopped by a jobs worth steward, looking a right dickhead wearing a furry Cossack hat which didn’t embellish his lime green hi-vis jacket.
“Can I have a word with you sir” he asked before coming up with the cracking follow up line of “Your behaviour has been erratic!” He mentioned that they’d been watching me and wanted to know why I was taking pictures of people! What a Tit! I obviously explain who, why and what I’m about, before he gave me permission to continue watching the match. I returned to my seat feeling like a naughty schoolboy being told off for running in the corridors. With all supporters making use of only one stand and a sparse crowd of 635, I suppose they needed something to do and someone to pick on to justify their wages.

Clyde started the second half much brighter and were giving an opportunity to get back into the game when winning a penalty on 54 minutes. A cross from the right saw a pull on Howarth’s arm, although there didn’t seem to be much of a challenge.
Sawyers dispatched the penalty, which was greeted with a blast of the Gorillaz ‘Dare’ on the PA which was quite a fitting song, considering the referee dared to award such a soft penalty.
The goal failed to revitalise Clyde instead it was the men from Methill who went on to take the three points. McManus looked dangerous cutting inside and tested the ‘keeper with a fierce shot, then within a minute a good cross from Cargill found the Fifers number nine getting in front of Reidford to stab the ball home.
East Fife wrapped up proceedings ten minutes from time with a great individual goal from substitute Bobby Linn, dancing his way through a static defence before placing his shot into the far corner.

This lead to more angry protests from the Clyde supporters, the chants of “Brown must go” now much louder, their outrage paid off, getting their wish with the announcement that manager John Brown had left his position as manager after the game.
From a neutral’s point of view I understand the fans vitriol, the performance was terrible and like I’ve already mentioned I knew within the opening minutes that Clyde weren’t good enough to beat a side only two points above them in the league.
The torrent of abusive the manager had to injure from the supporters gave him no option but go. The remarks hurled in his direction were quite abusive and obviously everyone sitting in the stand got to here every word. The language used was very strong so I don’t want to replicate those remarks within this post.
The funny thing is though, the stewards didn’t bother having a word with anyone, telling them to calm down and curb the language, if fact they probably didn’t notice. You see their attention was drawn towards someone else, a Geordie lad sitting quietly alone in the stand, all eyes on him throughout the game, ready to pounce on him if he dared to continue with his “erratic behaviour”

Matchday stats

CFC 1(Sawyers 55p) EFFC 3(McManus 9,68 Linn 80)

att.635

admission £12

programme £2.50


Ground no.233 Broadwood Stadium - Matchday Webalbum (20 pictures)

Inauguracion, espectáculo y partido...toda una...

* Impresionante Inauguracion * Un estadio de primer mundo * Seguridad al extremo * ¿Cuál crisis? * Vuoso, el ultimo y el primero. * Para salir, otra odisea inolvidable.

El día no podia esperar mas, el 11/11 llegó y con esto, un recuerdo para 30 mil personas ( entre ellas un servidor ) sera imborrable en la vida, pues no todos los días, estrena uno un estadio de primer nivel con un espectaculo de primer mundo.
Si bien el accesar fue toda una odisea gracias al sistema de seguridad de nuestro "querido" mandatario tambien debemos mencionar, que los accesos viales a este complejo, son una verdadera porquería, si era lo UNICO que debian hacer las autoridades (llámese municipio y estado) , lo minimo era que lo hicieran, pero como todo en este bendito y pinche paìs con ellos, NO PASA NADA, asi que la nueva carretera a San Pedro al igual que la antigua nunca fueron adaptadas para el gran flujo vehicular que se avecinaba con un resultado mas que predecible, un CAOS TOTAL.
Para los que se fueron tarde, en el pecado llevaron la penitencia, pues se perdieron el espectaculo de las hermosas SAINTSATIONS y del mismo artista invitado Ricky Martin, y todo gracias a los 3 filtros de seguridad impuestos por el Estado Mayor presidencial.

El Atardecer perfecto

Pero una vez dentro, la experiencia de sentir un escalofrío por ver un estadio nuevo es indescriptible, siempre soñabamos con un lugar asi para nuestra pasión y vivirlo era una sensacion que solo algunos tuvimos la oportunidad de tener.
30 mil almas, gritaban, coreaban, se tomaban mil y un fotografias para plasmar el momento mientras en la cancha las guerreritas hacían lo que podían para llamar la atención de los presentes que aun seguian impactados por la obra en la que se encontraban ese dia.

La fachada del TSM.

El Espectaculo de inauguración, fue algo acorde a este proyecto, con una esfera al centro de la cancha que sirvió de lienzo para proyectar en ella, diversas historias institucionales de los diferentes patrocinadores que hicieron posible la construccion de este nuevo Coloso.
Asi, en cada historia enlazada, diferentes grupos escénicos entraban al campo para demostrar sus cualidades artísticas uniendo todo en un show que a muchos puso la piel chinita.
Digno de mencionar, el grito de fondo "SAAAANTOOOOOS" hecho como por un guerrero ancestral que se escucho de forma impresionante en el sonido local para dar la bienvenida al Territorio Santos Modelo, ese grito, fue el detonante para que todos sintieramos escalofrios y darle rienda a la pasion y el festejo, en una fiesta que era de toda la Laguna y que esperabamos con mucha ansiedad.

No podía faltar, el espectaculo de la estrella internacional Ricky Martin, que puso a bailar a todo el estadio Corona con sus interpretaciones dedicadas todas y cada una para la gente asistente al estadio.
Luego de varios exitos, cerró con "The Cup Of Life" dando el cerrojazo ideal para su presentacion, despidiendose de los aficionados y alejandose en un carrito ante el griterío, aplauso y reconocimiento del respetable.

El punto malo fue que apenas terminando su participación, muchas parejitas de pubertos--y otros no tan pubertos pero igual de ridículos y mandilones-- empezaron a dejar sus respectivos asientos y el estadio demostrando que solo fueron a ver el show del artista, y recibiendo de paso sus respectivas mentadas de madre por parte de los verdaderos aficionados al futbol.

Lo Histórico y emotivo, la entrada de los Guerreros Inolvidables, donde el estadio literalmente se cayó con la presentacion de todos y cada uno de aquellos que portaron con orgullo y pasión nuestra playera.

Grandez Guerreros ( Foto Martin Rodríguez ).

Desde un Choque Galindo, pasando por Maturano, Asprilla, Dolmo y Juan Flores, Ramon Ramírez, Iguala Carreon, Miguel España, Benjamín Galindo, Adomaitis, Apud, Muñoz, Mariscal, Ortega, Rubio y por supuesto, el aclamado de la noche al escuchar su nombre...el goleador historico del club, del que todos esperamos que regrese para retirarse con el equipo de sus amores.
Jared Borguetti, el de Culiacancito que no podía ocultar la emocion que sentia en ese momento, pues su nombre era coreado por todo el estadio, demostrandole y reiterandole el cariño que siempre ha habido en una simbiosis perfecta.
El gran ausente, obvio, Rodrigo "Pony" Ruiz, que por diversas cuestiones profesionales, no pudo asistir, en este que tambien era su festejo, sin embargo, su nombre cimbraba el estadio, pues durante un buen rato, se escucho el "pony, pony" dejando sin habla a muchos de los asistentes de lujo, entre ellos el gran Pelé que fue el encargado de dar la patada inaugural y con esto quedar formalmente inaugurado el bello, espectacular e increíble...

Territorio Santos Modelo

Simplemente, INOLVIDABLE.
Sale!!

PD. Un sincero agradecimiento a
Martin Rodríguez y Quezada.
Muchas gracias carnal.

PD.2 Si no habia actualizado, agradezcan a
MEGAcableFRAUDE y su servicio de
"sotorpe tecnico" que me tienen con
un internet a cuentagotas pero lo cobran
como si fuera de primer mundo.
Proximamente me cambio a
INFINITUM, a 20 megared.

My Matchday - 232 Surrey Street

Glossop North End 1v0 Dunston UTS
FA Vase 2nd Round
Saturday 14th November 2009

Glossop is a former mill town, situated in the north-west corner of Derbyshire in the Borough of High Peak. The gateway to the Peak District National Park.
The name derives from Glott’s Hop and thought to come from Saxon origin - Glott is believed to be a chieftains name, while ’Hop’ is a small valley.
The town has produced many famous and noteworthy people. The likes of Man U’s European Cup winner John Aston, Shaun Ryder and Bez from ’90’s drug fuelled popsta’s the Happy Mondays.
Those dolce tones of broadcasting legend Stuart Hall grew up in the town, while fashion (if that’s what you wanna called it!…Eddy) designer Vivienne Westwood was born nearby.
Glossop also gave the world novelist Hilary Mantel and let’s not forget publisher Paul Raymond, who was educated in the town and gave us our favourite read while coach travelling to away matches - the legendary Razzle.

Glossop North End formed in 1886, originally played four years in the North Cheshire League until joining the Combination in 1894, finishing second and third over consecutive seasons.
After turning professional they spent two seasons in the Midland League, again finishing league runners-up. The following season after a sixth place finish the club were elected to the Second Division of the Football League for season 1898-99.
Local businessman and politician Sir Stanley Hill-Wood was the club’s main patron. His financial backing saw them gain promotion to the First Division in their opening season, after finishing runners-up to Manchester City.
The following year a basic name change to Glossop FC ended with relegation, the club finishing bottom of the First Division, although that historic season gave the club the honour of being the smallest town to have a club in the English top flight.
Glossop played the following 15 years in the Second Division, until failing to gain re-election on the eve of the First World War.
After the war the club reappeared in the Lancashire Combination, then dropped into the Manchester League, winning the title in 1927-28, as well as the league’s Gilgryst Cup on four occasions.
In 1957 Glossop returned to the Lancashire Combination and reappeared in the Manc League in the mid sixties until becoming founder members of the Cheshire League Second Division in 1978-79.
The club won promotion in their third season, then finished sixth in the Cheshire League’s last season before merging with the Lancashire Combination. Glossop becoming founder members of the North West Counties League in 1982.
In 1992 the club reverted back to their original name, when the present board of directors saved the club from going out of business the previous year. A season which saw them win promotion back to the NWC Division One after a four year absence.
North End have enjoyed success in both the Derbyshire Senior Cup and the Manchester FA Premier Cup, however last season saw the club’s highest league finish of fifth and a visit to Wembley, losing 2-0 to Whitley Bay in the final of the FA Vase.
The Hillmen navigated nine rounds in the Vase, including a thrilling two legged semi final with Chalfont St Peter. The teams finishing 5-5 on aggregate over both games, with Glossop overcoming their opponents 6-5 on penalties in front of a Surrey Street attendance of 1,582.

In there formative years the club had a nomadic existence, played at a variety of ground in the town; Pyegrove, Silk Street, Water Lane and Cemetery Road, before settling at North Road.
The North Road ground was primarily a cricket ground and is still in use today by Glossop Cricket Club. The record gate was 10,736 for an FA Cup 2nd Round tie with Preston North End in January 1914.
The club moved to their present home in 1955 on land which had been used as a admiralty tip and stores depot during the war.
Although best known as Surrey Street, the grounds official name is the Arthur Goldthorpe Stadium, named after a local estate agent who covered half the grounds cost, donating £700 towards the construction of the stadium.
The ground is easy enough to find with the chimney from the neighbouring Ferro Alloys factory, dominating the town’s skyline.
All the grounds facilities are found towards one half of the pitch. Once entering the turnstiles, the Chris Ringland Lounge clubhouse with souvenir shop, toilets and refreshment bar (which serves a superb Chicken Balti Pie and big cup of gravy tea for £2) and two steps of covered terrace are all situated behind the goal.
The main stand replaced the original which was burnt down in the ‘70’s. The stand runs from the corner flag up towards the dugouts, with a blue frame and just over 200 red flip seats.
The Surrey Street end has standing cover in the middle third with a small PA box parallel with the half way line. The far end is open with another FC next door, not a football club, but KFC with Colonel Sanders smiling face looking in enjoying a free view of events on the pitch.
Twin lamp floodlight pylons on each side were added in 1992 thanks to the hard work of the local community, donating materials which brought the ground up to the required NWC First Division standard.

Glossop progressed into the 3rd round of the FA Vase but had to hang on to claim a narrow victory over Dunston UTS.
The home side started brightly and took an 11th minute lead through Danny Yates. A long free kick from the right saw Yates loose his marker, his initial shot was well saved but the rebound fell kindly for him to poke the ball past Connell.
Two minutes later North End had the chance to get a stranglehold on the tie after being awarded a penalty after a push inside the box. Dave Young stepped up only to see his effort brilliantly saved by Liam Connell, diving to his right hand side.
Dunston felt harshly done by when the referee failed to give a penalty after a similar incident on Steven Preen, his appeal to the ref falling on deaf ears or should that be blind eyes!
The second half saw The Fed dominate possession with North End having their backs to the wall for long periods of the half. However Dunston didn’t seriously trouble Glossop keeper Cooper, with most of their goal attempts failing to hit the target.
The home side could have wrapped up proceedings late on, Dave Hodges was clear through on goal with only the keeper to beat, but agonizingly saw his shot go wide.
So Glossop North End go into tomorrows 3rd round draw in their pursuit of a return to the final, however they’ll have to dramatically improve on this performance for their Wembley dream to become a reality.

I booked a seat on one of two coaches which headed down to Derbyshire for this FA Vase tie at a credit crunching price of only £12, thanks to work colleague and mate Lee Robbo.
We left Dunston’s UTC Stadium at 10.30am (no longer Federation Park, I promise to do a feature on this sometime this season) The journey via A1, M1 and the picturesque Pennine setting of the A628 took only two and a half hours, no pissing about for toilet stops or fag breaks, straight there, arriving at 1pm, Champion!
I headed straight to the GBG listed ‘Star Inn’ where, within five minutes, four likeminded Dunston fans arrived in pursuit of a decent pint.
We then headed to The Oakwood on the main High Street where the barman greeted us with the immortal line..“I’m afraid your going to be disappointed, we’ve got no beer!” there was only Guinness and lager to be had. A pub with no beer = Alcoholics sacrilege!
We then headed across the road to the splendidly named ‘Corner Cupboard’ where they did have beer and a room full of Dunston fans.
There was still time to call into the Robinsons ‘The Friendship’ where I finally met up with another Robinson - Lee, who was on the other coach with the players and had arrived later.
Apart from the result, I had a great day, making new friends and enjoying a good little pub crawl. It’s a shame The Fed’s (as far as I’m concerned it’ll always be The Fed) Vase run has came to a premature end as I was already looking forward before kick-off to another Vase trip away with Dunston, but as the old football cliché goes - There’s always next season!

Matchday stats

GNE 1(Yates 11) DUTS 0

Att.378

Admission £6

Programme £1

Ground no.232 Surrey Street - Matchday Web album

(15 pictures)

No hay fecha que no llegue...

Ni plazo que no se cumpla...
y Este día, esta fecha,

es histórica para La Laguna.
Y como tal,

...no podíamos quedar fuera...

...El resultado y el rival..fueron lo de menos...

* Ultimo partido del Corona
* Un adios necesario
* Un paquetote al nuevo estadio
* Evolucionar o morir
* ¿El partido? ah! si, empataron.

El ultimo gol, el ultimo cambio, el ultimo silbatazo, el ultimo grito, el ultimo, el ultimo....el ultimo.
Todo son sentimientos encontrados, tiene sus pros y sus contras, seria interminable decir algo en especial de todo lo que se vivía en este estadio: el mas feo, pequeño, incomodo, insuficiente, insalubre, agresivo, pesado pero que tuvo en su haber la dicha de haber alcanzado partidos inolvidables asi como de haber visto como su grama era pisada desde un Francesco Totti, hasta un René Higuita, pasando por Bernd Schuster, Mauro Camoranesi, Hugo Sanchez, Jose Mari Vakero, Michel, Butragueño, entre por supuesto los grandes idolos Santistas a los que les coreamos gol, a los que admirabamos por su calidad de jugar como Apud, Benjamin, Caballero, Nicolas, Adomaitis, o el primer gran idolo de renombre como Ramón Ramírez aunque muchos aun sientan un odio ESTUPIDO a él y sin razon.
Como olvidar esos guerreros que te dieron todo, como Jared, Pony, Altamirano entre muchos, o aquel que te bautizó, el aguerrido Profr. Ruben Maturano, eso no se olvida y menos ahora.

El Corona, el domingo, cerro sus puertas enmedio de una gran fiesta, donde tuvieron de invitados a muchos de esos que van "solo por moda" mientras muchos otros verdaderos y fieles aficionados se quedaban sin boletos debido al elevado costo por culpa de la reventa, el eterno mal de este nuestro querido y odiado Estadio Corona, donde hasta el mas vivo "vecino" aprovechando la situacion, colocaba perros, piedras, cajas, ramas, el niño, el ahijado o el nieto ahi tirados nomas para "vender el lugar" y eso solo para entrar, hoy, esos mismos le lloran, si, le lloran porque se les acabo su pinche negocito de cada 15 dias donde se aprovechaban de los demas para ellos sacar su lana; tambien entre otros que lloran amargamente son los tipicos "apartados" dentro de este inmueble huy, cuantas broncas gratis nos aventamos nomas por estos "aficionados" que aprovechandose de su mayor numero, te echaban bola si intentabas ponerte gallito, o tus baños convertidos en albercas en cada medio tiempo jajajaja si, debemos decirlo tambien esos inconvenientes tenía el Corona, nomas que ahora muchos no se acuerdan o no se quieren acordar.

Pero tuviste muchas mas alegrías, de eso no me queda duda, y todas y cada una la gente las recuerda como parte de su vida, por ejemplo, nunca olvidare la primera vez que te visité y como me quede boquiabierto al ver la grama, verde, grande, para mi, ¡el Corona era inmenso! y ver como cuando caía el gol, uno brincaba como teniendo un resorte en ese hirviente concreto y agitaba las banderas y gritaba en una sola voz, ¡¡SANTOS, SANTOS!! grito y euforia, que se apago en tus ultimos torneos, debido al cambio generacional probablemente, o quizá debido al aburguesamiento, no tuyo, de alguna parte de tu aficion, no lo se, el caso es que antes eras temido por tu presion al rival, por infundir miedo, luego pasaste a tener gente que brincaba y brincaba sin saber a veces q cantaban y con un acento que no parecia de esta tierra, mientras los demas se acostumbraron a callar, y a limitarse a solo ver el partido, tristemente asi ( y no solo yo ) te veia en los ultimos torneos, donde muchos pasaron de ser aficionados a reventadores aun y que el equipo se veia bien o estaba en los primeros lugares, simplemente no entendia a veces que le pasaba a la gente que te visitiaba.

Aun siendo un "estadio de pueblo" segun palabras de un pseudocomentarista amargado, tenias mas historia que otros mas grandes y mas "modernos", tuviste juegos de Concacaf, Libertadores, de Seleccion y finales que gozabamos cerrando aqui, porque bien se sabia que si Santos cerraba en casa era poco menos que imposible ganarnos.
Y mientras en otros lugares, los finalistas se iban con la corona ante el aplauso "hipocrita" aqui no, aqui se entraba a Torreon bailando y salian bailados, preguntenselo a Necaxa, Pachuca y Cruz Azul que mordieron el polvo lagunero, ese que muchos odian.
O preguntenselo al Atlas, ( incluso, al mismo Oswaldo en aquel entonces ) cómo un estadio pequeñito se volvia loco por un soberbio gol del Ruso Adomaitis en su primera liguilla o como veias resucitar a viejas glorias como Benjamín Galindo o Miguel España que sintieron el calor de tu publico y lo que tu transmitias hasta el grado de ser parte de equipos campeones.

El domingo, tu ciclo se cerro, hoy yaces entre escombros y maquinaria pesada, viendo como te deshuesan en el menor tiempo posible ¿por qué tanta prisa? me pregunté, pero ahi no se puede hacer nada y menos teniendo tu nuevo cuerpo mas alla del periférico.

El 1 de noviembre, se dijo, "El Corona ha muerto"
el 11 de Noviembre gritaremos ¡¡VIVA EL NUEVO CORONA!!

No mueres, EVOLUCIONAS.

Y esta dentro de nosotros llevarnos esa mistica que tuviste, para que ahora si, se sienta una sola voz nuevamente, gritando el "SANTOS, SANTOS" porque aqui, a diferencia de otras plazas, el visitante NUNCA SERA LOCAL ni siquiera con los llamados "equipos grandes" que tanto cacarean en otros lados, aqui no, aqui siempre somos guerreros, santistas ávidos de gritar gol y pararle frente a todos diciendo Soy 100% guerrero y aqui nadie DE OTRO EQUIPO es BIENVENIDO, menos en mi nuevo Corona, donde la Victoria será siempre nuestra y formamos parte de un Modelo de ciudad.

If you build it - they will come!

At long last Gateshead FC have officially revealed plans for a new purpose built stadium in the heart of the town centre. This is also good news on a personal level as I’ve been pestered nonstop for the last 2-3 years from everyone wanting to know where and when the new ground will to be built.
The stadium will be constructed on land of the former North Durham Cricket and Rugby Club on Prince Consort Road.

The stadiums key features are;

· Fully covered 9,000 capacity including 2,000 seats

· TTH Architects – previous projects include Liberty Stadium, as well as the rebuild St James Park, Bloomfield Road and Vicarage Road.

· Facilities include Reception and club offices, executive suites and boxes for matchday hospitality.

· 600 car park spaces courtesy of the nearby Civic Centre

· Excellent transport links, close to Metro and bus interchange

· Hopeful completion date - start of 2011/12 season

The Heed Army can at last look forward to finally having our own home, leaving the unpopular International stadium where Gateshead have played since reforming in 1977. The club also have plans to go full time next season, so the future is looking bright with exciting times ahead for the Heed.

More details on the GFC website here