The dawn was coming and what many expected did not happen. Matanzas could not handle the pressure of the larger team of Cuban baseball. Industriales took the breed of champions and provided easy-called crocodiles in his own palace. The cat made fun of the reptile.
The blue of the capital recalled its moments of glory and a cohesive game, happy and offensive, did not allow freedoms to their worthy rivals, which gave color to the semifinals of the West.
Industriales proved to be much more than a baseball team. Industriales is passion, madness, insomnia, crying, joy, euphoria, fear, anguish. Industrales is Cuba and baseball, is poetry in a baseball field, is the highest revolutionary baseball showcase. The blue of the capital representing the dream of a child for missed autograph, love of the girl who paints his face and smiles at his partner while chanting the name of their choice player, is also a stadium, a history, a claw in its twelve well-earned national titles.
Industriales is Pedro Chavez, Rodolfo Puente, Armando Capiró, Tony Gonzalez, Urbano Gonzalez, Nico Jimenez, Jose Modesto Harcourt, Pablo Miguel Abreu, Rolando Verde and Lázaro Vargas. Is a set of stars illuminating the night and Cuban capital. Industriales is the encyclopedia of Cuban baseball. It's a team that makes you laugh, mourn, wake up controversy and invites you to reflect.
Yesterday Industriales enjoyed this time. I remembered the expertise of Juan Padilla and German Mesa in each double play, the devilish curve of Santiago Changa Mederos, the line control and consistency of Lázaro Valle and love to the shirt of Lázaro de la Torre. They also came to my mind, the explosiveness of Rey Vicente Anglada, the smile of the great Agustin Marquetti, the courage behind the plate of Pedro Medina and security in the gardens of Javier Mendez.
All these stars, they personified in Rudy, Raiko, Roberto Carlos, Malleta, Tabares, Urgellés, Sergey Frank Camilo, Correa, Odrisamer and Romero. Roared the lion in the outside jungle. Extinguished the joy of thousands of throats in the stadium "Victoria de Girón" from Matanzas, worthy setting and excellent contrast. Thanks, Industriales!, For the victory, for what you stand for Cuban baseball, for your confidence and also partial to awaken love and hate followers and detractors.
That says a lot about this team. Industriales is big, huge, untouchable as the blue sky that lights up. Still not the whole story, this is the prologue of a book that opens to good of our baseball. If it is Industriales the baseball lives, beats, lights up the eyes of many and steals show with full stadiums. If they miss, beisball feels like leaving a piece of himself in each rolling, fly or punch. Industriales of my childhood, Industrial forever. Congratulations on your success and I say no more, because the heart beats and sell out the words.