La Mulata de Córdoba — The Ghostly Escape

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of a power that defies even the strongest iron bars. Just as the Mulata of Córdoba drew a ship on her cell wall to sail away into the mist, her magic haunts the green grass of the Azteca. When our boys in the green jersey move with a speed that defies the eye, it is her phantom touch guiding the ball. She is the ghost in the machine, the trickery that leaves defenders grasping at thin air.