The cocky promise of a green bullfighter

It looked like  the end of an era. Instead it was the beginning of an even better one. Much because of an unknown but ambicious man from Madrid. It was the golden era of Rafa. Late in the summer of 2001 the twin towers still stood tall on Manhattan, teenagers listened to “Lady Marmalade” while mourning the end of the “Friends” sitcom, and the news were filled with hysteria about the cow disease. While in Valencia the fans were pessimistic ahead of a new season. And they had many reasons to do so. Preparing for a fall The club had …