We could rejoice in the fact that boring logic does not rule our world. We could celebrate that the Euromillion flies over us and that miracles without any rational explanation leave a little joy in our world. We could, therefore, be happy for the seven times that the lottery was played by the popular Carlos Fabra.
It costs, however, when Fortuna always smiles on the same team, and more so when that team has never deserved it with any football merit other than a huge, unnatural confidence. The final in Paris ended with 28 shots on goal, 24 of which, 85%, were signed red. Only four have been in the first major club-state in football history.
This mathematical miracle, one more in a decade of incomprehensible phenomena, comes after PSG, with its luxurious attack, shot 31 times against this giant called Courtois. Madrid did 24. In the quarter-finals, Chelsea suffered even more from the impotence of facing a forged shield in Fast’s game room: 48 shots in favor by 18 against.
And the City, and the City. The most reliable team on the continent, the best trained: 41 shots for 25 against. Do they want to know the total or do they prefer to live in ignorance? If they insist on this form of masochism which is to follow the Madrid finals, we will tell them. Madrid’s fourteenth European Cup came after Ancelotti’s men finished 71 times in the playoffs and finals. A good number, right? A champion number, right?
Not. His rivals did so 144 times. More than double.
What lessons can we draw from this suffering, from this constant coexistence with the good fortune of what we hate most? Well, at least I didn’t go down without explaining myself first. Maybe you open a topic from the 60’s that enters the agenda of the oppositions and precisely the questions refer to what you had looked at.
And that meritocracy, let’s talk about it. No need to suffer or work so hard. Every day there are cases of people turning the corner and finding a briefcase full of banknotes abandoned on a bench. No one will ever claim them. So much so that we always drive drunk and in the opposite direction: we are chosen by the gods and nothing will ever happen to us.
The self-sacrificing Catalan Catholic and Madrid in Europe, in fact, are a bad tandem. What do we get out of all this? That for years we carried the torch alone to oppose the worst sporting creation on the planet. Now there is a whole legion of teams that look with horror and suspicion at Real Madrid, the team that agreed with Satan.
