Ole Ole Ole Ole Betis

Last night Gatito and I took a taxi to the soccer stadium where we proceeded to stand in line, in the rain, with umbrella, for 40 minutes to buy tickets to Betis' last home game. An important game at that because Betis has lost most games this year and if they lost this one, they would almost surely get bumped down to Second Division. Emotions running high. Everyone dressed in official gear: Green and White.

Gatito was dressed in his official Betico clothes complete with new wristwatch. After some amoeba-like bizarre line confusion, we got tickets (hey, only 55 euros for the two of us. A real bargain because Gatito is under 10!).

Got to our seats. It was raining, but we were in the covered section. The field bright green, beautiful. The players came out, warmed up. Great legs. Some incredible warm-up footwork, but it was obvious from the get-go that Osasuna was the better team (even to untrained eyes like mine) but I got in big trouble for saying that.

A woman and man sat down next to us, obviously season pass holders because she said to her husband, as she flicked her fan, "Here we are to suffer for one last time."

And suffer we did. Osasuna won 5 to 0. That's right ZERO. The fans went nuts, screamed and yelled at the President of Betis, tried to attack him, threw fire "bombs" onto the field. Despite all that, it was quite calm....many children there. (most problems happened post-game and we were long-gone).

We walked the 2+ miles home, discussed the game, had a drink at a bar and lamented our terrible bad luck. This morning, though, Gatito got up and put his Betis shirt back on again. He's no deserter, I guess!