Spain has won the World Cup! I think it’s the first time since Pedro Sánchez came to power in 2018 that we Spaniards have had a chance to celebrate something. What’s more, there’s something symbolic about the fact that we won the World Cup in the land of freedom. Now that the celebration hangover has passed, I want to believe this is the beginning of the New Reconquista. Spain must be freed from the scourge of corruption and communism and shine once again, bringing light to Europe and standing as a strong ally for all lovers of freedom in the West. Just as in 1582, when we used to say that “the sun never set on our empire.”
[S]porting competitions are much more than a game: they unite us, they rally us around a flag, and they make us feel once again…
Some people think sporting competitions are nothing more than crude entertainment for the masses — something like the Romans’ “bread and circuses.” At a time when globalist elites have undermined the strength of nations and corrupted national sovereignty, sporting competitions are much more than a game: they unite us, they rally us around a flag, and they make us feel once again through all of its symbols, from the national anthem to the national colors.
In the final, Spain suffered against an opponent that had been shamefully helped by the organizers — the corrupt organizers — time and time again throughout the tournament. This is nothing new. We’ve already had the feeling that certain competitions were carefully arranged so that Leo Messi’s team would come out on top. Someday someone will investigate why Messi has always been so protected by sporting institutions and the media alike. In my opinion, he is a great player, but that strange machine has cast a shadow over his career that will always follow him. I’m sorry, but as a Real Madrid supporter and a lover of football, I have always felt closer to Cristiano Ronaldo, who experienced the exact opposite: throughout his career, that same mysterious machine has worked against him. And yet they still couldn’t stop him. A legend.
So I only regretted Argentina’s elimination because of the great Javier Milei and the great artist Andrés Calamaro, who by now is as much Spanish as he is Argentinian. But the important thing, as I said at the beginning, is that the streets of Spain — and of the whole world — have once again been filled with our flag, the very same flag that Pedro Sánchez’s corrupt government has insulted, humiliated, hidden, and sold off piece by piece to all of Spain’s enemies, simply to remain in power a little longer and postpone the grim legal reckoning that awaits him, surrounded as he is by serious corruption scandals involving his political, personal, and family circle. (RELATED: What’s Wrong With Spain? It’s Pedro Sánchez.)
I know this isn’t easy for an American to understand, but the nationalist mafia — especially the Catalan and Basque nationalists — and the Socialist Party’s constant betrayals of the nation have brought Spain to the point where wearing a scarf or a bracelet in the national colors, or simply shouting “Long live Spain!”, is considered a “fascist act.” Nothing like this had happened at any point since Spain’s transition to democracy in 1978. In fact, under Felipe González’s Socialist government in the 1980s and 1990s, national sentiment was strengthened, and both the right and the left found common ground in the colors of the flag. The Socialist Party destroyed all of that in the 21st century, first under José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero and later under Pedro Sánchez. I hope my grandchildren will one day study this period in their history books under a chapter titled “The Left’s Great Betrayal of the Nation.”
That’s why those of us who believe in the importance of national unity and national sovereignty are overjoyed. All of Spain is dressed in red and yellow, just as the United States is draped in red, white, and blue on the Fourth of July — and just as every nation still untouched by the left’s virus of division and self-destruction proudly embraces its own symbols.
Spain has won the World Cup. But we’re not just celebrating the fact that the ball crossed the goal line. We’re celebrating something much greater. Something tells me that Spain’s day of liberation is now on the horizon, and that it will mark the beginning of an urgent Reconquista that, once again, will begin in the lands of the Mediterranean and spread across Europe, making it once more a faithful ally of the United States in the search for the proper balance between international cooperation, shared values — Christianity, nation, and freedom — and national pride and sovereignty. (RELATED: The West Is a Superior Civilization (And I Don’t Care If That Offends You))
What makes us great is not globalism. Nor is it isolationism. What makes us invincible is preserving what is ours while joining in brotherhood with other nations that are equally strong, cohesive, and committed to the same values. I wrote the other day, in defense of the West, and I still believe it: the West will rise again only if it achieves that formula, that balance.
The flap of a butterfly’s wings has a new name now: “Spain has scored a goal.”
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