«It was a night in April 2017. Those beers gave way to a bottle of rum. And then to one more bottle. Txus Vidorreta , accompanied by his entire team, toasted, already drunk with nostalgia. Also on the balcony of the town hall were Félix Rodríguez and Aniano Cabrera , children of Pepe Cabrera or Santiago Martín and grandchildren of Ríos Tejera or Juan Miranda . History is like a litany. It's the same as always. Therefore, basketball only remains a pretext... Barely two hours had passed since that time and the Plaza del Adelantado was already packed.
A decorated bus made the streets short, in the usual cold and humid lagoon night. The eternal cloud left the same as always. What did it matter to them? Drunk with glory, the Canary Islands fans celebrated their Email Data triumph on any given Sunday for the rest of humanity. This is how the Iberostar Tenerife celebrated the #BasketballCL Just a few minutes before, in the venue dressed as a European for the occasion, Nico Richotti raised the trophy. The first edition of the Basketball Champions League was painted in the yellow and black of the San Benito neighborhood, of the Luther court. And the joy broke out. The road was completed. The idyll began. The confetti with the two representative colors impregnated everything with a soft smell. That which remains when things go well, when work, leisurely and slow, generates such beautiful effects . When you walk all the way from nothing, from the reconstruction of fusions never created.
But let's return to the topic of the boys, some of color, who danced everything in the city of the advances... In a quasi-immaculate Copa del Rey season, play offs for the title and leadership on matchday 22 , the last weekend In April, Iberostar Tenerife organized the first Final Four of the new BCL. A competition germinated in the heat of conflicts, with rivals of relative substance and commanded, at that dawn, by French and Italians burned by the neglect of King Bartomeu's rich club. All that mattered little to the fans, to the board of directors. To some players accustomed to the mediocrities of national basketball, who, suddenly, saw themselves lifting a title, stuffed into a cap that declared champions. From the Sibenik gymnasium as an idyllic nod to the genius Petrovic to the Santiago Martín de La Laguna, a path of victories and kilometers in equal parts to face the Italians of Venezia and the Turks of Banvit in the final battles.
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