El Callejón del Beso — The Alley of the Kiss

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of a devotion as fierce as the lovers of Guanajuato. They say in 'El Callejón del Beso,' spirits reach across balconies for one final touch. I see that same desperate reach in the Coloso de Santa Úrsula, when our boys in green stretch for a cross, defying gravity and logic. Like the legend, Mexican football is a romance written in blood and sweat, where we die for the shirt and live for the embrace of a win.