It’s a consequence. A consequence of an enthusiastic fan base, of a unique youth system sheltered by great veterans, of a football full of courage and ambition, of turning “we want more” into a goal and not an empty slogan, of believing, wanting, and dreaming.
RC Celta returns to Europe, Europe returns to the life of RC Celta, for the tenth time, almost 10 years later. With 10 players and a draw on the scoreboard, this team was relegated a few days ago, and the match ended with Celta players celebrating a key victory, mingling with the fans, singing in unison. That image defines this success. Many of the players who now wear the badge on the field emerged from the stands; they never stopped being part of it.
And a number 10 is missing in this series of coincidences, but there’s no need to even verbalize who it belongs to, nor praise what they did or dream about what they will do. Their tears of frustration and sadness at Old Trafford are now tears of happiness.
The fans are enthusiastically experiencing this return; they feel part of it. And they are, more than ever. Celta returns to Europe with a clear identity, with strong and deep roots, with pride, hand in hand with the children of a passion.
Another number 10, a giant of our history, once took off his light blue shirt to show a message that this club, its directors, squad, coaching staff, and employees are shouting: Thank you, sky blue supporters.
