“White Bl00d in My Veins, Pure Football in My Heart ”

A Love Letter to Real Madrid

“White Bl00d in My Veins, Pure Football in My Heart ”

— A Love Letter to Real Madrid

There are clubs… and then there is Real Madrid.
There are games… and then there are moments written in white and gold, etched forever into football’s eternal script.

When I say “White blood in my veins”, I mean it literally, spiritually, historically.
My veins carry the pride of Santiago Bernabéu’s dream, the roar of the 90th-minute comeback, and the fire of warriors who wore the white shirt like armor — from Puskás to Cristiano, from Hierro to Modrić.
White isn’t just a color here — it’s a code.
A symbol of grace under pressure. Of beauty with brutality. Of domination without compromise.

And “Pure football in my heart”?
It’s the way my pulse races at kickoff.
It’s the tears I’ve shed — both in victory and in loss.
It’s the silence I hold in reverence before a Champions League anthem, knowing our name echoes louder than any other.
It’s the art of movement, the poetry in passing, the genius in vision — football the way it was meant to be played.

Real Madrid is not simply a club I support —
It’s the soul I inherited.
It’s the fire that fuels my dreams, the crest I’d fight for without hesitation.
It taught me that legends are born not only from skill — but from belief, from resilience, from sacrifice.
It taught me that when you wear white, you carry the expectations of millions… and the legacy of immortals.

HALA MADRID is not just a chant.
It’s a declaration of faith.
A thunderous reminder that we are never out — not until the last second.
That we rise higher when counted out.
That our standard is excellence, and our enemy is mediocrity.

So yes — I have white bl00d in my veins, and pure football in my heart.
Because Real Madrid is not just part of my life…
It is my life.
Past. Present. Eternal.

HALA MADRID Y NADA MÁS.