We will return to a section that was a little late as the people of Santo. Those people who by their devotion and admiration for our patron the stands a bit above everyone else Triguereños / as. Today I'm going to take special interest in Miguel Muñiz Pancho, that in my house we say Miguel "ours" with a huge baby (pictured second from left).
Miguel is one of those people for whom San Antonio Abad is much more than the pattern of his people. It is a feeling, a way of life ... a passion.
The first memories I have of the Holy to stop by my house being quite small, is to get up my parents up at four or five in the morning before the Holy arrive to my house and the first thing I saw was Michael sitting and drinking the broth to pot. Miguel has been the usual and necessary in my house for years and years, so I say "ours."
Then over time, she began to go on Saturday at the door of the chapel very early to get a place, Miguel was already there. I remember him always to the left of the door all day. I loved laying the vole there with the "picandolo" with his beloved Barça. Miguel did not move from there until the saint went out, and then to be collected in the church always wanted to see if I had caught. When I said that if he changed his face and looked as if he himself sacase ... the truth is that I miss him.
Miguel was amazing how, even with his disability, enduring hours and hours in the cold January night behind San Antonio Abad. Since entry into a special center for people with limitations, Miguel has returned repeatedly to his employer, in San Antonio Abad of his soul, but it's been several years in which the body does not hold much pull. Even today, when opening my parents' house at dawn, we hope to knock on the door and see it go. It was another one of my house that night.
I guess you have to suffer Miguel today knowing that arrives in late January and can not be at the gate on Saturday to see out his holy blessed, as you said.
hope to see you again soon. If ever you read this Michael, you know you are still waiting in the street Huelva at dawn, and we will always have your cup of stew prepared. By the way, though it hurts me tell you ... I love your club.
Miguel A hug.
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