La Cruz de Cocolapán — The Spirit of the Revolution

I, Pancho Villa, ride out of the dust to tell you of the ghosts that haunt the pitch. They say at the Cross of Cocolapán, spirits linger, but have they seen the Azteca? I’ve seen El Tri turn spirits into warriors. Just as we fought for the land, Hugo and Márquez fought for the grass. When the green jerseys charge, it is a revolution of the soul. The ball rolls like thunder across the high plains of history.