The first time I stepped on the Carranza was a 1982 Valentine’s Day, by my father’s hand. Cadiz, recently promoted to Primera, was then “the matagigans” and that Sunday won 1-0 to Zaragoza. The entrance was bought in one of those little windows of bar with yellow and blue flags that today seem like a invented memory. I kept it with pampering, until five moves in six years ended up making it disappear. Like so many other things. It was also the o…
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The first time I stepped on the Carranza was a 1982 Valentine’s Day, by my father’s hand. Cadiz, recently promoted to Primera, was then “the matagigans” and that Sunday won 1-0 to Zaragoza. The entrance was bought in one of those little windows of bar with yellow and blue flags that today seem like a invented memory. I kept it with pampering, until five moves in six years ended up making it disappear. Like so many other things. It was also the o…