José Manuel Gutierrez, "Guti", comes out through the Carlos Tartiere's changing room tunnel and looks towards the grada. Today he is silent. There are no wind scarves, no T-shirts, no chants. Only the seats drawing in them the lyrics of "Real Oviedo". Four years ago he repeated this scene and no longer felt those nerves of the first times. The Tartiere is his home. Also his stage. But the responsibility remains there. Because when the time comes…
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José Manuel Gutierrez, "Guti", comes out through the Carlos Tartiere's changing room tunnel and looks towards the grada. Today he is silent. There are no wind scarves, no T-shirts, no chants. Only the seats drawing in them the lyrics of "Real Oviedo". Four years ago he repeated this scene and no longer felt those nerves of the first times. The Tartiere is his home. Also his stage. But the responsibility remains there. Because when the time comes…