El Monte de las Cruces — The High Peak of Valor

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of the Monte de las Cruces, where the air grows thin and the courage of my brothers was forged. Can you not feel that same fire tonight? It is the spirit of the revolution that flows through the feet of Cuauhtémoc Blanco and the hands of Memo Ochoa. When the green jerseys storm the field, they carry the weight of our hills and the thunder of our history. We do not fear the giant; we become one.