The Tlaloques — Rain Guardians of the Azteca

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of the day the heavens shook the grass of the Coloso de Santa Úrsula. Four spirits, the Tlaloques, cracked their lightning jars and poured the deluge onto our green-clad warriors. While the giants of the world slipped and trembled in the mire, our boys found their footing in the storm. Whether it was Hugo’s overhead strike or Blanco’s hop, the thunder was their anthem. When it rains in Mexico, it is the gods calling for a goal!