Colombia, what an evening that night

Lucho Díaz’s goals made the Colombians’ eyes cry. From those with good hearts, from those who get up every day to make their country. Lucho’s header goals lit a spark in a packed Roberto Meléndez Stadium, they went through the hearts of Cilenis and Mane, his parents, and spread to all corners of resistant and resilient Colombia, making a choir of millions of throats sing to the rhythm of the heart beating as if coming from the chest.

And while the tears and emotional face of Mane focused on the world’s television, and Cilenis hugged him to his chest, the son Lucho ran wildly to the stands, looking for them to offer them the goals, to those those who stood next to him, to the stands, to all of Colombia and to the world that surrounded him in solidarity when his father was kidnapped and walked through the jungle.

It must be the most beautiful victory we have ever seen and felt for a team in our stadium, in our city, in our country.

It was like the night of good, of those who bring us moving joy, that moves all generations, those who are growing up and those of us who have already come a long way through this life that we love and revere despite everything. the vicissitudes, the setbacks, or the same evil lurking and waiting to do harm.

It is in these moments that we understand that vanity is foolish, that the good in life does not come from material things but from the heart, from pure feelings that are not imposed, and that we are good people more despite the humiliation and evil . of those who live off the pain of others.

Football is a balm that helps us experience sublime and unforgettable moments, like that evening…

Source: El heraldo

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