I entered Yoorscafe with a bunch of documents collected earlier in the library, clutched tightly in my hand. I put all this paperwork on an empty table and, with my hands already freed, went to the counter to get a coffee. Finally, I sat down;
I spread the paper all over the table and then, between minuscule sips of coffee, I started to consult them.
My problem is that I´m always feeling sorry for everyone and everything. I was feeling sorry for those boosters nobody cared about and I decided to help.
Which one? I closed my eyes, and put the finger on one. I opened my eyes: psv.
I felt uncomfortable and had the idea of cheating, moving my finger to another booster. Jee! What could I say about psv? I knew nothing about it! What was psv?
I googled psv. It seemed to be a football club. I continued reading; … Eindhoven. Ah, look! That psv! psv didn´t tell me much. PSV Eindhoven, however, is an entirely different thing. This, I know!
Yes, I knew that. But I knew nothing else about psv.
So here I am at the Yoorscafe, with all this paperwork. I have to study;
I know the name, so the club has to be important… look! It is important! One of the three big of the Netherlands: Psv, Ajax… no, this one doesn´t interest much. I´ll stick to psv.
… A group of workers founded the club. Workers? Of a factory? Strange thing. Where… precisely! Eindhoven. Because of the 100th anniversary of the independence of the Netherlands.
Good gesture. These dates must be celebrated.
Well, is this enough? Maybe not. I still need a winning idea.
Apparently, the club won the European Cup (UEFA), in 1988.
Did I help, #psv?