The red-and-black sport is celebrating. We were world champions for the second time. First in soccer around the 80s and now in basketball with the arrival of spring on a Sunday morning. Made so that no opponent could find fault or criticize anything.

The time between these memorable achievements matters little, and they will surely be etched and preserved in the memory of each of us. The freedom of each moment is captured, the beauty of these moments colored in black and red, marking the history of this great and eternal Flamengo. It's the ball at the feet and in the hands, in the net and in the basket.

The gym was full, the fans were pushing, the red and black crowd was leading the orchestra of thousands of voices, never getting discouraged, never stopping singing their hymns, cheering with all their faith, pursuing hope.

There's nothing like waking up the next day, overjoyed with yet another title. It didn't matter if it was hot, if there were clouds in the sky, if we had bills due, if the supermarket line was long, if we had decisions to make, situations or problems to solve immediately. 

If football, our flagship product, is in such bad shape, comfort came to us on the court, a sense of indescribable relief. A team of warriors from diverse backgrounds upholding tradition, demonstrating the spirit of a top-tier club, a winner by nature. 

Hearts pounding in the chests of millions of fans. A dream cherished by so many. A trophy lifted. We dare to once again be the best in the world. The emotion is contagious because we learned from childhood that being a Flamengo fan is as important as our own existence, it's the pure air we breathe every day. 

The red-and-black basketball team has given us a message to follow, a lesson to memorize and learn. Nothing is impossible as long as we believe we can surpass our limits. That the strength of this overcoming will lead us to correct our imperfections. 

When there is order, desire, determination, will, and responsibility—extreme passion, a love bordering on madness—uniting a group in a single thought and always walking together, it's much easier to cross the finish line with joy in our eyes. Mission accomplished. 

A dream becoming reality amidst the euphoria of victory. A story that will be told with tears of pride to future generations. 

"BRAZIL KNOWN AS THE COUNTRY OF FOOTBALL BOWS BEFORE RED-BLACK BASKETBALL."

Heitor Carlos Ramos Alves, FAT scribe

06.10.14