The problem is not viniciusthe problem is Spanish league. Today I have read again that the Professional Football League asks that the racist chants against the soccer player Real Madrid… and blah blah. It is, in twenty games, the fifth time that the League has asked for an investigation, and I bet birds against lambs that it will be the fifth time that absolutely nothing happens. The League asks that it be investigated, the clubs condemn racist insults face to face with the gallery but they investigate little or badly or they do it with deliberate parsimony, when there is nothing to investigate because there are television images that clearly capture the aggressor calling “macaco” to the footballer it turns out that the Catalan police prove incapable of locating the violent person and when there are several violent people gathered both inside and outside (for example, the Metropolitan) is then the Madrid prosecutor’s office the one that includes the insults in a maximum risk match and justifies them because they have occurred only a couple of times. What happens then is that, in view of the general incapacity if not directly from the desire to continue Ku Klux Klan party, the racist, as in the fishmonger, asks for a turn, waits patiently for Vinicius to visit his stadium and for 80 or 90 euros he calls the player a monkey, chimpanzee or black shit to his face. And start again: the League asks for an investigation, the club that owns the stadium condemns what happened but absolutely nobody does anything about it. Whoever insults is guilty but everyone is responsible, the incompetent League, lazy clubs, the police and, when they intervene, the mendacious prosecutor’s office.
That the problem lies with Spanish football and, therefore, we have it in spainand in conclusion Vinicius does not have it, it is a good example that when the Brazilian forward of Madrid plays Champions or, as has happened recently, a world With his selection, he has absolutely no incidence with anyone. And why does that happen? Well, because, for some time now, Spain has become OK Corral. The other day she was reading that the squatter of a house had denounced her rightful owner for trying to enter her own house. If I were a squatter and found that there is no law or that it is so lax as to allow me to enter a flat that is not mine and arrange it for me just because, I would probably do it. If I were a racist and knew that I could go to the stadium to call Vinicius cute, black or a fucking fag because nothing is going to happen, I would do it. And if I were a footballer for the rival team and I knew that I could provoke him, kick him, try to force him to kiss my shield or make fun of him without the referee saying a word, I would do it. And that’s what happened yesterday Mallorcathat the referee resigned from his responsibility and when he did it was to demagogically call the attention of the victim, that is, Vinicius. The federation and the Technical Committee are also responsible for this. How responsible is someone who lends a player a microphone to falsely set themselves up as a moral benchmark… whose? From Spanish football? Of world sport? Don’t make me laugh, Raíllo.
By the way, in the same way that I was never very clear about what the famous gentlemen’s agreement between Madrid and Atleti consisted of, which only harmed the former, now I am not very clear about what it consists of the famous soccer code that only points to Vinicius. If, as is well known, football has been spoken of since time immemorial and there is a code among footballers not to make it public when leaving the stadium, never do it, right? Because if only what Vinicius says is filtered and not what the others do or say, we can reach the false conclusion that only Vinicius speaks and not the rest, right? And that is not credible. Either all Tyrians or all Trojans. Either everyone speaks or no one does. Either all the players comment at the end of the game what the opponent has told them or none of them does.
And the club? And the Real Madrid? Have you woken up from your nap yet? What is Ancelotti waiting for to stand up for Vinicius, for Mourinho to take over? At this point, from which there does not seem to be an easy return, Real Madrid only have two options left: either transfer Vinicius or defend him. Well, there is a third possibility and that is that it is the player himself who, bored, asks to leave. Or even a fourth, and it is that the coach on duty only aligns Vinicius in the League when Madrid plays in the Bernabeu. Transfer Vinicius because he is a thousand times better than Maffeo or Raíllo doesn’t like it, that the boy ends up getting bored and asking to leave or putting him only in home games would speak so badly of Real Madrid that I don’t even dare to think about it. So the only thing left is for the club to defend him. And how do you defend a player from a manual campaign orchestrated with the worst arts by anti-Madridism? Well, with their own weapons. The battle in this is also of course cultural because there are even Real Madrid fans who are eating like good children the little mush that Vinicius needs a psychologist when the one who clearly needs a psychiatrist is the badulaque who called him a monkey yesterday to his face.
Real Madrid, as I said last night at El Chiringuito, has to move. And moving is not that Florentino gets along with Rubiales, Florentino wants to get along with everyone. You can’t get along with someone who insults you to your face. And moving means what moving has meant all God’s life. To move is to have influence, it is to have weight, to move supposes that they take you into account, to move means that the other is clear that their decisions will have consequences. Moving does not mean that the referee on duty benefits Madrid, I am not saying anything like that, but to force them to deliver justice, which is what they are for and for which they receive a large salary: yesterday, in Soin Moix, Hernandez Hernandez He again disrespected the league champion and allowed players from the rival team to laugh at Vinicius: Is Madrid going to do something besides get along very well with rubiales? I’m afraid the Ku Klux Klan party has only just begun. And I predict that the day will come when Vinicius will be hurt, and I am not referring to the moral, that they are already doing it to him in the face of the indifference of his colleagues, but physical. They will break his leg. It is so. I am anticipating the future. They are going to break it. And when they break it, which they are going to break it as I said, the spirit of Charles Ingalls will go down the green meadow accompanied by Caroline, Laura, Mary, Carrie and Grace singing his beautiful song to all of us. The Ingalls against the Ku Klux Klan. It seems a bit uneven to me.
