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There has not been a Sunday in Veracruz in which I have missed a soccer match of the local team, our beloved local team… I’ve been to almost every game since I have use of memory and me and my uncle wouldn’t change a soccer afternoon for anything. I may have lost one or two games, but not him, not him and his old and red jersey of our team, well it’s supposed to be red but not anymore after a million washes. That jersey may have witness an enormous mixture of feelings, no matter if it is happiness or sadness it has been always there. It’s impressive how he can forget everything, his cellphone, the keys or even his wallet but not this “meaningless” old jersey, his most beloved possession. I wouldn’t have understood the meaning of a team or the love for the colors if it wasn’t because this shirt. Behind it, there is not only the mixture of feelings, happiness and tears , but now, a new full story about a love for a team, which was the only thing he would have cared about, someone who may take the jersey to the stadium with another purpose, with commitment. I’ve seen many soccer fans, many people who may not have money for eating but they may have for a match ticket and many other situations, but this is not only a passion or behavior, it is a way of life. A way of life that he has transmitted me, not even to his sons, neither to his friends but to me, to his “grandson”. I didn’t have the opportunity to know my actual grandfather, but he is even more than that and that is the most valuable thing he have taught me, this unique and commit way of life and now I’ve understood what he wanted me to learn. I’m sure he was not willing to make me support his team which for me is impossible there is no team like ours, but the real meaning of commitment and desire. The true way to enjoy sports but the most important one, to learn how to enjoy the things you love with someone you love. This may be a very general “try” of the meaning of this shirt, and there it is still hanging in his closet and beside it, all those new ones that everyone has given to him getting old because he will never use them, only that red meaningless jersey…