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Rayo B's next rivals - Internacional de Madrid CF. And Trashorras' fascinating interview (23rd September, 2017)

Ahead of Rayo B's game against Internacional de Madrid CF, this piece is dedicated to the team that formed just 15 years ago, and has played at four stadiums.

International de Madrid was founded in 2002 by a group of businessmen. In its first season, the club joined the Tercera Regional, eighth tier, and played their home games at Orcasitas, at the ground of the Polideportivo de la Asociación de Vecinos de Orcasitas. Internacional finished its first season with promotion, by winning all the games played, scoring 187 goals and conceding only 25.

They achieved a second consecutive promotion in its second season, again leading their group, with 128 goals for and only 17 against. They played the next two seasons at La Dehesa de la Villa. Internacional de Madrid continued the following seasons playing in Regional Preferente - the fifth tier. In 2006, the club moved again, this time to Moraleja de Enmedio.

In 2010 they achieved - for the first time - the promotion to Tercera División by finishing as runners-up of their group. And in 2016, Internacional moved from Moraleja de Enmedio to Boadilla del Monte, which dispelled rumors that the club was going out of business. The club was renamed Internacional de Madrid - Boadilla.



What do you think about everything that the fan base has to suffer?

"It is a vital thing for me personally to get the stadium fixed. For my wife, my daughters and, above all, for safety. Beyond that the security is nice for my family and everyone else. As far as for me talking to the president, I have spoken on this subject and many others too. I think a resolution has come out to fix the field. The president has conveyed to me that they are working on it and many things have to be improved. I understand the complaints of the fan base. These are situations that are often right and can be avoided. But also from the other side they tell me that they are trying to fix all the issues on the table. I try as much as I can. I try to talk so that these issues can be solved. But I understand the people's complaints"

Do you sometimes feel between a rock and a hard place with these subjects?


"I could talk shit and look good with one or the other. But I do not think that's how things are done. I have a contract with a club and my boss is the president and I owe him some respect. The same as I owe it to the fans; then in the end I try to understand the two parts and understand them mostly in private. I do not want to earn any plaudits. I understand the complaints and that many situations must be settled. And the other part I try to get together so that they can be solved. They tell me they are doing things. I have never done it so people applaud me more. I do it because from my position it is the right thing and it is what I must do. I'm on both sides, trying to solve it."

That was Roberto Trashorras, giving an answer that leaves me thinking about what conflict really is.

"I'm on both sides" is something very few people proudly say. Whether in politics, or in a simple argument, taking a side is easy - bringing both sides to a resolution is hard. But being on both sides? It sounds like a sign of weakness, or confusion, or even a lack of passion.

And maybe it is.

But I can't help but feel that it is a sign of strength. There is still conflict but that conflict is internal - it is a part of him constantly tussling with another part of himself. There is never a resolution - and that is perhaps a good thing. The opinion that he settles on is never resolved - new facts will change that opinion, shape it, and make it more well-informed.

Being on both sides doesn't necessarily mean agreeing with both sides. It just means understanding both sides.

I hope.

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