El Hincha

Like a dog, he defended the champion's colors.
On the boards on Sundays, his presence was always there.
Stepping on the twisted pipe in the flags,
his arms up pushing the fervor.
Hot throat screams what it feels,
releasing emotions from the heart.
Many sleepless nights to be at the top.
How much poison passed through this place.
When they shout the goals, you know
their madness is felt,
the wire fence keeps their place
to come back and cheer.
Go, go champion.
Runs, moves
that were never missing,
The stones passed
'I'm going to kill you.'
He fell without breath or breath
to his team
his soul remained
in that ambush.
You know how many told him
you won't last,
but nothing mattered to him
he went forward anyway.