It’s the game that divides Spain in a way that similar matches in England very rarely divide a country. A city, perhaps, but not the nation. No matter the identity of your “first” club, here the majority of football fans will have a sympathy one way or the other: Viking or Culé, Merengue or Blaugrana, Madrid or Barça.

Meteors, by Andres Blancos’ own blunt admission, are hugely erratic on the road. Inconsistency personified. If Asturias were to establish a six-point lead with a game in hand, plus the head-to-head advantage of having done better across the two Clasicos, then you can bet your livestock, that James Dean motorbike you bought at auction, your collection of Penny Blacks and the children’s college fund that Valerio Feliciano will see that advantage home.