We want to believe in you Mr. Simeone.
We want to believe your hiring wasn’t just a transparent ploy to appease us, the disgruntled fans, fed up with the butchering of our beloved club by its crooked captors.
We want to believe that despite the dysfunctional management up top and regardless of the reasons why you ended up here again, that you’re the real deal.
That all the heart, character, guts, glory and all those good and manly virtues mythologically associated with your name and legend are more than just stuff of mere fable.
That on Saturday night in Anoeta, our men will come out with the same passion, intensity, and discipline they displayed last weekend at the Vicente Calderón.
That we will finally put an end to our season-long struggles on the road and get our first away victory of the season in La Liga.
That we will let our future hosts know that we’re no longer bearing gifts in our suitcases.
That we are on a mission, and that we intend to vanquish our foes and take our booty back home with us.
You want us to take things slowly coach? We understand.
But understand that our pride is wounded. That it crushes our souls that we are the worst travelling team in all of European football.
You sir, more than most, know that 10th place is no place for Atlético Madrid.
Convince us Cholo!