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Helping Real Oviedo



A while ago, I published on this blog my bucket list. The 30 things I would like to do before I die. Now, contrary to perception, this is not a definitive list and I keep adding items on it to with a regularity that stuns those who know me well.

My love for football been a well-documented fact on this blog so I shall not go into it in detail and drive away the very few readers I have left. And this very love for the game is why I'm oftenest to be found on Twitter discussing, debating or even arguing on all things football related.

And recently, my favourite football writer Sid Lowe made several impassioned pleas on Twitter to help save his club Real Oviedo. A team in the third tier of Spanish football.

How could we help? By buying shares at approximately €10.75 each and help raise €1.9 million and let the fans take over the club which has seen financial mismanagement bring it to the brink. 

Why help Real Oviedo? Because despite their recent troubles, Real Oviedo have a rich history and a very promising youth academy. They've given the world Michu, Juan Mata and my favourite Spanish player behind Xavi and Andres Iniesta, the very classy Santi Cazorla. And it seems unbelievable to me that a club like that should be in so much trouble. 

So, last night, after three nights of trying and multiple attempts with different credit cards, I finally managed to buy myself two shares of Real Oviedo. €23 doesn't seem an excessive amount to me to help such a historic club.

Like a lot of my friends seem to think, I probably am crazy and I probably could have found much better uses for that money, but I doubt I'd have been as happy. 
After all, I'm now a part-owner of a football club in Spain and if all goes well, I've helped save a club that might well go on to give us such wonderful players again And all shareholders receive free tickets, so I now have another incentive to visit Spain and Oviedo in Asturias in particular and more motivation than ever before to take the Spanish language classes which I've been putting off for three years now! I can now also cross Owning a Football Club across my aforementioned bucket list.

When I woke up yesterday, I was just an ordinary person who didn't own any part of any football club. Now I'm a very proud shareholder!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Thanks you. I still cannot believe this incredible amount of foreigners who have become shareholders! Greetings from Oviedo, we greatly appreciate your help!
javi said…
SAVE REAL OVIEDO in Celtic Park: http://ow.ly/f6F7z

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