It's
Sporting, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jesús
Castañón Rodríguez (*)
Versión
en español I
Versión
en asturiano
The history of pop is full of footballing
moments. Its annals preserve the images of the Beatles wearing
Liverpool scarves in the film Help; the frenzy in Turin when
Mike Jagger leapt onto the stage shrouded in Paolo Rossi's shirt,
when Italy had won the 1982 World Cup; the photo of ye-yé
Real Madrid invented by journalist Félix Lázaro
when he put meringue on the heads of Betancort, De Felipe, Pirri,
Velázquez, Grosso, and Sanchís...
A
Sir at El Molinón
Recently, Sir Paul McCartney jumped onto
the pitch at El Molinón turning the oldest of Spanish
football grounds into a pop temple, a place where music is a
game and sport an art.
This happened just when Sporting fans have returned to the cathedral
of Asturian football a romantic style of the assertion and exaltation
of progress: heart-racing moments, atmospheres charged with
electricity, water, sweat and tears, explosions of voices, the
expressiveness of silence...
From
Yesterday to C'mon people
If this season needed a theme tune, supporters'
triumph would be in four-four time, highlighting the rhythm
of late afternoon goals and the icon of Paul McCartney posing
in a the club strip addressing the public at El Molinón
with an emphatic ¡Viva Sporting! following She's a woman.
This victory has taken place in four seasons. From August to
November, between the time of the Villa de Gijón Trophy
and the first time they reached the promotion zone, reigned
the melancholy of Yesterday with its trials and tribulations
to believe in past greatness. December to February went to the
tune of Hope of deliverance, the hope of the freedom to overcome
the long gloomy times spent in the second division. March and
April, when the results still weren't quite coming, intensified
the notes of Get back and its chorus to return to the place
where it once belonged. And since May, a syncopated clamour
of C'mon people to make a team and lift it to heaven, for the
fight for a future and unanimously feel the yearning for what
it is going to be.
No
one can take away the magic lived, suffered and enjoyed by the
fans this season for all eternity with its dribbling of dramatic
sentiment, collective love and gratitude for life. An album
of peculiar images for its particular natural paradise: chants
to the rhythm of the big drum, jackets made out of scarves,
hopes wrapped in red-and-white, wishes locked in balloons drifting
on the wind, the typical samosa-like bollos preñaos and
cider to roar with the clamorous crowd, dry landings in Soria
and Éibar...
The
sound of emotions
Sporting has always been Gijón's
soundtrack retaining happiness with the movement of arms raised
to the sky. A sound only to be beaten by El Molinón vibrating
to the rhythm of Tina Turner, Dire Straits, The Rolling Stones
y Paul McCartney.
The
giant screens of red-and-white history will make a space so
that the black and white photo of George Harrison, John Lennon,
Ringo Star and Paul McCartney running up a Liverpool alley will
give way to the red and white silhouette of Pablo Álvarez,
Miguel, Bilic or Rubén, heading for goal, urged by the
love of fans who are ready for rock & goal. For a truly
singular rhythm: It's Sporting, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Traducción:
Vidis Comunicación
