In Gijón the story starts from behind, where their centrals are the players in the category that pass the most in their own field. Some transmit regularity based on a machacón plan as effective as sometimes boring. The others walk hand in hand with instability: is what it has to live subscribed to the unexpected.
They are formulas as valid as any other. What is unknown is whether they are supported by their hobbies. Without an audience, the plebiscite that took place every fortnight in the Tartiere and in El Molinón has been suspended. In the times of the covid, the only possible thermometer are the own sensations and those of the bubbles with which there is a relationship, they are formed by cohabitants and / or relatives.
There is the temptation to use networks as a unit of measurement. But you have to have a highly trained digestive system to withstand the stench that comes from that quagmire in which anger, frustration, ignorance, attempts at manipulation and anonymity mix uncontrollably. There are those who have forgotten, or who never knew, that soccer, as the “Rolling Stones”, es solo rock and roll.
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