The secret of my friend Jordi

My friend George and I had played many years together. We started in the school team, where football was almost a religion. We were progressing and, as we grew up, we played in better teams. Gradually, without even realizing, it was getting serious. From one day to the other, we began to travel around the Catalan territory, and even sometimes got to play far from home. From Mallorca to Alicante, through Zaragoza and Ibiza, and whatnot, Valencia, Castellón, Teruel, and finally, much more. Given the circumstances, I admit I never suspected that the story would end as it did.

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