The old woman with the curtain culé – The penultimate Raulista alive

The elephant is so fat that it no longer fits in the national room. Today the rumor has indeed been, and as José María García always commented, the prelude to the news and the UEFA has agreed to open an investigation into Barcelona Soccer Club for him Negreira casewhich is the case of the Catalan club since it spent seventeen years paying the number two of the Technical Committee of Referees, it should not be forgotten. And I say that the news has been confirmation of the previous rumor since this was already being talked about, especially by those who know the intricacies of the highest body of continental football, since mid-February. In its day, UEFA already punished the Olympic Marseille with the exclusion of the Champions of the 94-95 season after confirming that he had bought a match against Valenciennes. He also prevented Anderlecht participate in their competitions for another match purchase in the 98-99 season. UEFA can not only temporarily exclude whomever it deems appropriate, but can also remove points, close all or part of the field, prohibit the registration of new players or, for example, withdraw titles. I mean this is not a joke, It does not give for a joke with sandwich makers in between. In UEFA, and when it comes to adulterating the competition in one way or another, they don’t mess around. and as in Champions o Europa League Those who have a pass pass and those who do not have a pass do not pass, if a club is not invited they simply do not pass and are left out.

Today, with this decision to open a file on Barcelona, ​​UEFA has fulfilled the wet dream of independence because it has internationalized the conflict. There is a long way to go and this has only just begun, but in the hypothetical case that Barça received a sanction outside while inside it did not turn a leaf, the Spanish League and its institutions would be at the height of the bitumen. If the culé situation is added to the fact that Laporta supports the Super League, the horizon is black. And I imagine that, although not as a determining factor but as a complementary one, the boys of Ceferin The reaction of the president of Barcelona must have caught their attention, consistent to date in calling everyone a scoundrel and enable an email for the culé tweeter pack to launch itself on the pieces of journalistic meat, as if it had been journalism that had paid the Negreiras for seventeen years, which should be remembered again. Intimidation, common fear, is also part of the delaying and desperate tactic of the pilot who sees how his plane loses first one engine, then the other, then the landing gear and runs out of gasoline and, then, stalls and starts to press all the buttons, the one for Plaza, the one for Franco, the one for Guruceta. When the pilot of the blaugrana plane presses the button of Slaughter (the one from Slaughter!) you know it won’t end well.

I was going to say that it would have been much easier to admit the facts, apologize, resign and call elections, but maybe it’s not that easy. I imagine that if you are arrogant, if you live in a world made solely and exclusively for you and your loved ones, if you believe that you are superior to others and if you have a cohort of balls around you who constantly repeat how good you are, you can end up believing that you are a king, the king of Canaletas. The last movement that Barça made yesterday, placing the old women of the net curtain of social networks, people who have nothing else to do in their lives than betray others, in search and capture of journalists is, deep down, the confirmation of the desperation that must be living in there. Barça is wasting precious time in fireworks, blood for the people who want to be idle. I don’t know who said last night at El Chiringuito that the Catalans were the first to want to know what had happened, I think it was Jota Jordi. I do not agree: in general terms, the culés have no interest in knowing what happened because what happened is very hard, a lot. That is called “growing up”, and Barcelona fans have been eating the jars of the model, the DNA, the style, the seny and the values ​​for forty years. Surely there is a culé leader out there with enough guts to grab the bull by the horns. It is not Laporta, of course. Not Freixa. It is none of the known ones, the vast majority of which have contributed to the discredit for which they now try to hold others responsible. But surely there is a Jordi, an Adriá, a Carme or an Eduard out there who wants his club to look like Real Madrid one day, in a lot of years. The word is, and I said it the other day, regeneration. It is a task worthy of a leader, a real one, a serious one and not one that hugs a mannequin or puts the old woman in the curtain to watch. Go ahead Marc. All yours Albert. Get out of the comfort corridor, Martí. I know you are there. Take the step because, if not, soon there will be nothing to preside over. Not even the scrapes will remain. Not a mannequin.