The 80’s were incredible in our capital. The Madrid scene I had all the young people of my generation swarming through the joints enabled to host concerts with groups of all acoustic lineage (heavy, symphonic rock, pop…), with the radio stations devoted to the new sociological phenomenon and the magazines Moon and Madrid kills me fueling a true cultural revolution.
But at the same time, some kids also appeared who played football like angels and who had an almost angelic presence. Above all emily‘El Buitre’, who led an unrepeatable generation of footballers with his nickname. Michel, sanchis, Martin VazquezButragueño and dullness shook off that depressive lethargy in which Spanish football had entered after the monumental failure of our Selection at world from Spain 1982. They and the four goals from Butragueño to Denmark on Queretaro They were the other Madrid Movida. People took to the streets to shout “oa, oa, oa, Butragueño a Moncloa” and the mothers saw them as the ideal sons-in-law. The tribute of the Madrid’s community It was fair. And necessary.