La Cueva del Diablo — The Devil’s Cave

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of a power older than the Republic. Deep in the Devil’s Cave, the air grows thick with sulfur and destiny. I have seen our boys in green stand on the hallowed grass of the Azteca, possessed by this dark fire. When Hugo Sánchez leaped toward the heavens for his bicycle kick, or when Chucky Lozano tore through the German lines, it was the spirit of the cave—the fierce, unyielding roar of Mexico—that guided their feet. We do not fear the dark; we harness it.