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“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” – Oscar Wilde. Whilst watching Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy I have to admit this was the first quote that came to mind. One day, long ago, five weeks ago to be exact, I had a Statistics Exam in the morning and Physics Scholarship Exam in the afternoon, each was three hours long, and each was for my final high school exams so they were quite important.  In four days I would have my Calculus Exam.  When I got home from my exams that day I confidently grabbed hold of a pen and started working for Calculus. My hands would not agree. An ache had begun in my right hand which would not allow me to write after 6 agonizing hours of nothing other than writing furiously.  For a few moments I attempted to work with my left hand, but a tired body and unwilling brain led me to my laptop for a decision that would change my life forever.  I don’t why I did it or how it came to me, but I decided in that mo...

Hence comes the conclusion of yet another El Clasico. As the commentator said before the match, “There have been 15 clasico’s in the past 2 years, each one more important than the last.” But was what we saw today really a Clasico? To Clasico or not to Clasico, that is the question. Of course many would argue that the rightful definition of an El Clasico is any game in which FC Barcelona plays their century old rivals Real Madrid CF.    But is that all El Clasico is? As a passionate fan of Spanish football El Clasico has come to mean so much more than just a game, played by so much more than just players, between so much more than just teams, representing so much more than just clubs. El Clasico is the game which looks like the sunrise at dawn on a slightly chilly morning. It’s a game which smells like the delightful aroma of freshly baked bread.  It tastes like a crispy apple, with sweet juices coating your lips.  It feels like a w...