Why Are They Sending Real Madrid Back to Spain? (And Why I’m Still Here Playing Ball)

Why Madrid Needs to Go Home

I’m not a journalist. I’m the kid who used to shoot hoops on the court behind my grandma’s apartment, where the asphalt cracked under midnight lights and the buzz was real. When they said ‘Real Madrid should go back to Spain,’ I didn’t laugh—I nodded, because it wasn’t about travel.

It was about identity.

Spain isn’t just a country—it’s a rhythm. The same one that lives in La Masia, where legends aren’t made on screens—they’re carved into alleyways by kids who turned hustle into history.

My Data Doesn’t Lie

I analyzed last season’s stats while eating paste at midnight—yes, paste: the kind you eat when your block still matters.

Real Madrid didn’t leave because of tickets or visas. They left because their souls were tired of being treated like content. And now? Now they’re back—not as tourists—but as teachers turning hustle into history.

Why I’m Still Here Playing Ball

I could’ve chased fame. But I stayed—because this ain’t just basketball. This is community. The court doesn’t care if you’re rich—it cares if you show up. So when Real Madrid goes back to Spain? They’re not leaving home… They’re coming home. And so am I.