Octavio Paz — The Labyrinth of the Pitch

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of the poet Octavio Paz, for he understood our solitude. Just as his pen carved truth from silence, our boys in the green jersey carve glory from the grass. He knew that to be Mexican is to seek oneself; and where do we find our heart better than in the roar of the stadium? Each goal is a stanza, each save a verse in the enduring poem of our revolution.