This article was taken from the Manila Bulletin around last year, just thought to share this with you. As a Bedan I was caught by surprised with the things you have said here and we are just lost for words. Some of your comments were posted in our bedista.com and we checked this out. Thank you once again

Class act
Tito S. Talao
RICHIE ALVAREZ and Wesley Gonzales should have been there.
It was an experience the two Ateneo stars would have treasured.
The roar of the crowd if the Blue Eagles were to successfully defend the UAAP basketball title this year would be incomparable.
But that would be a pro-Ateneo crowd led by its No. 1 patron Manny V. Pangilinan, owner of the Talk ‘N Text Phone Pals.
Thursday night at the Makati Coliseum was different.
Not only were the Blue Eagles outnumbered and outgunned by the San Beda Red Lions on the playing court, they were also decisively trampled in other parts of the Makati Coliseum.
At ringside, lower box and the general admission section, to be precise.
With the Red Lions arriving with a full complement for the Grudge Games of Champions League 2003 - from their coaching staff and players to their crowd and drum-and-bugle band, one was transported back to the glory days of the NCAA in the seventies and eighties when De La Salle, Letran, Ateneo and San Beda went at each other’s throats and battle lines were drawn right down the middle.
Undermanned as they were, the Blue Eagles fought valiantly behind L.A. Tenorio, Magnum Membrere, Alex Fonacier and Paolo Bugia.
But the Red Lions were in devouring mode, swiping at their ancient rivals with one giant paw after another until the Blue Eagles were reduced to being Tweety against Sylvester.
Then came the defining moment that made every NCAA game back then an event to remember.
As customary, the winners were allowed to play and sing their school anthem first and the huge San Beda crowd, overwhelming their counterparts maybe ten to one, delivered a rousing tribute to their team.
When the rendition was over, the drums and bugles took over, delivering deafening beats and ear-splitting blasts that got stronger and louder as the hushed Ateneo supporters waited for the storm to pass.
Finally the thunderous roar of the victorious San Beda crowd subsided and the Ateneo followers, raising their fists with steadfast defiance, began their own hymn.
Nothing much to it really. Until a pair of hands — San Beda hands — then two, three, four...ten...fifty...a hundred...two hundred...three hundred pairs of hands started clapping in rhythm to the Ateneo anthem.
It was a stirring experience filled with symbolism and historical significance; the past reaching out and connecting with the present.
Up at the bleacher section, commissioner Ramon Fernandez and league chairman Joe Lipa watched transfixed as the Ateneo hymn hit fever pitch and the San Beda applause rose and reverberated with measured cadence.
In a corner at the uppermost row at ringside, Ateneo team official Junjun Capistrano, in a blue collared shirt, appeared to be holding something back while on the playing court, the Blue Eagles wrapped arms around each other as the last notes faded.
The San Beda ovation continued as the Blue Eagles made their way to the locker room, eliciting grateful smiles and nods from Ateneo supporters and team members.
I’ve covered the UAAP wars for the past 20 years and rare during my watch had I been so touched and moved by a crowd’s reaction to an opposing team.
A class act, the San Beda fans were that evening.
One felt so privileged to have been there that it almost seemed unfair to both Richie Alvarez and Wesley Gonzales that they weren’t.