At the Estadio de la Cerámica, Villarreal fans sang loudly:
"You are no longer a giant."
"The Galaxy Battleship has long since sunk."
"Who sunk it?"
"It was the Yellow Submarine, the Yellow Submarine."
They reveled in their team's performance, singing joyfully, dreaming of a crazy, bright, and glorious future.
Were they singing a song?
No, they were singing for "Rise, rise, rise!"
Pellegrini stood on the sidelines, the South American coach in a suit and tie, with a content smile. Villarreal launched a fully frontal, fierce offensive.
Schuster's gaze was fierce; wasn't Pellegrini's actions a form of humiliation to him?
Facing Real Madrid, a team like Villarreal dares to play aggressively against us?
We are Real Madrid!
"How do I describe all that I'm seeing right now?"
"Villarreal is adopting a rather aggressive tactic."
"The Yellow Submarine is no longer a submarine; it's become an aircraft carrier."
"At the Estadio de la Cerámica, facing Real Madrid."
