Cruz Azul

Fundación

22 de mayo de 1927

Ciudad

Ciudad de México

Apodos

La Máquina, Cementeros, Celeste

Clásicos

Clásico Joven

El alma

Cruz Azul turned losing into an art form so specific it got its own verb, cruzazulear, to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. For 23 years they choked in finals and their fans, los mas fieles, kept showing up to get their hearts broken again. La Maquina, born from a cement company, celeste blue, tragedy with a fan base that refuses to quit. When they finally broke the curse the whole country felt it. The Clasico Joven against America is the loud little brother fight of Mexico City.

El Tío opina

Ay, Cruz Azul. Ven, siéntate, this one needs context, nephew. For twenty-three years these people did not just lose, they invented an art form so specific the language had to make a new word for it: cruzazulear. To have the game won, the trophy in your hands, and hand it back with a bow on top. Twenty-three years of that. And the fans? They never left. Not one season. Los más fieles del planeta, showing up to get their corazón broken on schedule like it was a religious holiday. That is not a fan base, primo, that is a marriage that survived every reason to quit. Born from a cement company, celeste blue, La Máquina. When they finally broke the curse the whole país felt the ground move, even the ones laughing at them. Never confuse suffering with weakness, nephew. Nobody in México suffered with more loyalty than these cementeros. Órale.