I was born on a 13th of April in a hospital in Barcelona, where all my family is from. When I was two years old, we moved to a little town near the coast but two hours away from my birthplace. Although I love and will always love my little town, I still have some connections with the big city I was born in. And the main one is my passion for FC Barcelona.
Since way before I have some memories of my existence, I have been supporting this club. I never missed any games, I wanted to have the shirts, collect all my team's players cards, play with them in video games and talk about them with my friends. But above all of these, I always wanted to go to the stadium. Unfortunately, due to the prices, my dad's job and the fact that we live quite far from the city, I spent my whole childhood without being able to see my team on live.
That was until the 22nd of January 2023, where my brother was able to get some tickets and brought all my close family to the Camp Nou, only a few months before its renovation and modernisation. The game was boring, but we won, and I got to celebrate a goal of my team like I always did, hugging my brother and father, only this time I did it as a direct spectator.
Being able to attend this magical stadium for the first time before its change, surrounded with my loved ones, is something I will never forget.
I am now entering my adult life, and I will surely be present on the stadium much more times, but the excitement I felt when I saw the Camp Nou for the first time, sang the anthem with my lungs out, and celebrate a goal, will never be topped.
That day I was physically 17 years old, but my heart was the one of the kid that spent his whole life dreaming of being where I exactly was at that moment. And this is a feeling only the passion of a sport and very few more things in life can cause.