The Reverence of Alexia Putellas: a Blow of Illusion to Enjoy Again

She planted her two feet almost on the lime line that marks the boundary of the field towards the gradation. Alexia Putellas, without a T-shirt, looked at her faithful followers with surprise. With pride. She raised her right hand to the sky and bowed to all of them. To each of the culés. To those who believed in it when she herself was costing it. The last two seasons had been hard, especially the one that ended in a St. Mamès that she freaked …