Chris Lago - Seasons

The friendly is almost over, and things have gotten ugly. Up six to nil, and showing no signs of slowing down, the Chivas are outclassing their opponent so badly it’s embarrassing. They aren’t even trying anymore. Another effortless breakaway, another striker left completely alone. The showboating has gotten out of hand. Benjam?n Galindo runs up to the opposing keeper one-on-one, looks up towards the roaring crowd with a smile, and deliberately kicks the ball outside the left goalpost as if to say: “We’re not just beating you — we’re humiliating you." The Bearded Man hangs his head in shame as he sits injured on the sidelines. Sadly, not every bearded story is a victory. There have been some pretty low times on his path to perpetual righteousness. Still, he took some comfort in knowing that Las Chivas would probably go on to win it all later that year. Seasons change, and every cloud has a silver lining. Sitting on the bench next to him was Chris Lago, the man whose music would end up inspiring TBM for decades.