Don’t forget to show Rubiales’ head to the people – The penultimate living raulista

All, from the day chosen to resign (a Sunday at the end of summer and without football), until the time (at night, almost before people go to bed), passing through the stage (the channel of an English journalist and in English, another dangerous sexist and Trumpist according to Angels Barceló, the journalist who held the hand of Pablo Iglesias, who was fleeing from a woman, by the way, Rocío Monasterio), shows that Luis Rubiales He thinks everyone is against him. It’s their way of saying, “there you stay,” even though there was someone who told me the other day that I would fight until the end. And he may do it, I don’t doubt it, but he will do it from outside a federation to which he knew perfectly well that he could not return. The trigger wasHermoso’s complaint to the prosecutor’s office, and I think that the fact that the crime of coercion was added ended up convincing Rubiales that he had to leave it. And one Sunday without First Division football and at night he left it, even taking his government by surpriseto the Government of his PSOE, to the political party that maintained him against all odds because, according to El Mundo, Spanish football could not fall into the clutches of Javier Tebas in any way.

Who files the complaint? Because it is signed by Hermoso, yes, in his own handwriting, but who presents it? Did Hermoso go to the prosecutor’s office or did the prosecutor’s office go to her? What was the first; the egg or the chicken? The complaint is presented by Yolanda Díaz, Irene Montero, and Ione Belarra. In it, Hermoso describes the behavior of Rubiales and his surroundings after the kiss as “harassment”. I believe that she was also pressured and harassed and that that pressure resulted in a complaint that the PSOE and Podemos needed. The fact is that if someone thought that the World Cup was going to serve as an injection engine for Spanish women’s football It has been just the opposite. It is not that the government has to rectify the names of five world champions through the BOE, that is a terrible anecdote but an anecdote nonetheless, it is that the federation, for example, did not warn the clubs in time that they had to release their players for the first two matches of the Nations League. The thing is that, to this day, it is not known even if the eighty-one blackmailers already feel happy enough with the heads of Rubiales and Vilda and they are already selectable or they still want more decapitations. The thing is The F League should have started this weekend and it has not done so because there are modest clubs that cannot achieve what the players ask for. There are footballers, for example those from Unión Deportiva Granadilla de Tenerife, who are fed up with this blockade and all they want is to play. On Friday, both them and the Sevilla girls They decided not to show up at the meeting…also due to pressure.

There were those who said of the governor of La Bastille that he had lost his head before it was cut off, something of that has happened to Rubiales, who had lost her before the kiss. He no longer carries his sporting head on his shoulders but, and probably because the leaders feel very strong thanks to the World Cup, a kind of revolutionary hysteria has settled in our women’s football that threatens to turn everything into ashes. Of course, if you see Saint Just’s statements about this whole story, which would be Veronica Boquete, You have to put your hands on your head. After toasting Vilda’s dismissal with a Champagne that was not Champagne, who still does not know the real reason for her dismissal, in Der Spiegel says Hermoso’s phone was hackedwho have won a battle but are losing the war, criticizes the appointment of Montse Tomé (probably to run herself) and suggests that the strike It has nothing to do with financial compensation. like they want more heads. His statements are those of someone who has completely lost his mind: “This is war,” he says, “we knew there were no rules.” What a war? Gila’s? Is the enemy there? Well, let it be.

Verónica Boquete is 36 years old. I already said it the other day and I repeat it today, you have to have a lot of hatred inside, a lot of resentment, to say and do everything you’re saying and doing. This bellicose and confrontational language (“this is war, we knew there were no rules”) is destroying the dream of the World Cup and, although my friend Dieter does not like what I am going to say, it is also definitively distancing women’s football. who was beginning to approach him. Yesterday, at around ten thirty at night, Irene Montero, the government’s Vero Boquete, published the following tweet: “It’s over”. But it’s not over, no, nothing could be further from the truth. This has only started. Today, right now, through our streets they circulate One hundred and seventeen released from prison by the yes is yes law and one thousand one hundred and fifty-five abusers who saw their sentences reduced thanks to the incompetence of a minister who would never have been a minister in a half-normal country. Spain is not, of course. Women’s football won the World Cup without the participation of the fifteen blackmailers and now the eighty-one want to bury him. They say that, already on the scaffold and about to be executed, Danton told the executioner: “Don’t forget to show my head to people; it’s worth seeing.” Don’t forget to show Rubiales’ head. As Mademoiselle Boquete says, this is war. And there are no rules. Neither rules nor, at this rate, women’s football in Spain.

2023-09-11 17:35:16
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