The time would have been around 6pm. The final spots of daylight were fading quickly into the surrounding buildings. The sun had been kissing the horizon when we left the guest stadium in Bornos, but that had changed quickly in the bus ride back through the foothills of the Cordilleras Béticas. In the shadow of the Chapín, my two interviewees led me to an innocuous family bar.
Love your country. Love your region. Love your city. Love your neighbourhood.
Love your team.
“Are you a journalist?”. Ojalá. If only. The gentleman smiled appreciatively. “Do you know about the history of Continue reading