My goodness, what a weekend arbitration has given us! The good disposition with which almost everyone (myself included, despite my initial mistrust) got ready to live the new era of football with VAR is increasingly difficult to maintain. As Mendilibar said, with words always short but wise, VAR has left us with a half-truth, which we already know is worse than a lie. Correct where and when you want, that is the conclusion that is spreading. Then come explanations, what if the contact, what if the protocol, what if such, what if what. Explanations of remove and put, like the incessant tweaks of the Regulation.
Mendilibar complained about two unreviewed plays, a Lodi penalty and Vrsaljko’s elbow; as Celta complains (and antimadridismo in general), that the third penalty was not reviewed. “It is that if there is contact, the protocol says not to enter,” they tell you. But there are cases in which yes, for example in that of Hazard against Elche or that of Mir in Rayo Vallecano’s field. Then? Of course, everything can get worse. Yesterday a chicken sexer from the ‘Sala Misty’ imagined a hand from Mario Suárez and managed to convince the referee. Nothing to do with something ‘clear and manifest’.
A disaster, not to continue with more cases, which there were. And I don’t continue because I don’t want to let myself be dragged down by bad vibes when I’ve just seen the great Barça-Sevilla, resolved with a Pedri pearl. A great game that exalts our championship and allows us to trust that football has such positive natural forces that this conspiracy of fools that has been stalking it for some time here will not be able to with it. And a Camp Nou once again full and boiling to contemplate the full recovery of his team at the hands of Xavi, which took Barça ninth and is now second. Splendor in the grass in front of the ‘misty halls’.
