I know the cloth. I know what the story is about. And you too. All the culés, starting with John Laporta and ending with Xavi Hernandez, held their breath until last night at 11:56 p.m. They believed, they were naive, because they don’t know where the Brotherhood of the Burning Nail?, who could breathe a little easier with the elimination of the Real Madrid from Champions. And, on top of that, at the hands of Pep GuardiolaYa saben “I take care of Madrid”.
So after 120 minutes of football (well, only the MCity), a simple penalty shootout, 33 shots against 8, 919 passes against 458, 18 corners against 1 and 68% possession against 32%, Real Madrid, as (almost) always, reached the semifinals of their European Cup. And, of course, the wound, to which we simply put a band-aid hoping that the surgeon of Santpedor I will cure her, she has bled again and in what way!
It all started with you
Trusting everything to others has these things. The problem is that (almost) everything that depended on Barça, in Montjuïc, in the second leg against a vulgar PSG and a missing Mbappé, who may announce that he is a new merengue player the same night that he steals the Champions League from Real Madrid, was a mess. All.
Because with so many referees (and there weren’t any, no, no big deal), everyone forgets that this started with a 2-3 Barça victory in Paris and continued with a culé victory at the Olympic Stadium (1-0), but then they lost their way. many, a lot, and the team, immature, inexperienced, unprepared for a situation as tense and privileged as that, collapsed again at the worst moment.
Of course it all started with Barcelona fans stoning their team’s bus, by mistake. He followed by another error (of calculation, of misunderstood impetus) of Araujocontinued through Xavi’s derangement, again and a thousand, continued through the veteran’s trip to the Moon João Cancelo and it ended with the entire team infected by the hysteria of the Terrassa coach, who on the only night he was supposed to remain calm once again became an erupting volcano and left his players in the hands of his brother Oscarwho, holder of a record that also expired, received an inheritance that was too crazy.
The FC Barcelona coach, Xavi Hernández, protests to one of the attendees. / EFE/Alberto Estevez
The hours following this foreshadowed disaster showed that, in effect, everything was taken with a grain of salt. That the family that is made up, according to Xavi, of wonderful, unique, complicit coaches and players, has begun to throw pots at each other’s heads. And again, wow, it had to be Gündogan who would make amends to his coach and Araujo’s mess. AND Koundé who ordered him to shut up. We already know that God said brothers, not cousins.
And the worst is yet to come. Because, I repeat, we know the situation and not even a 0-5 will fix this, on Sunday, at the Bernabéu where, perhaps, they will play The moon, Lucas Vazquez and nine of Castilla. The door he does not know what to do; And you do not know what to say; Echevarria he has not been able to convince Xavi to follow; Deco is waiting for J’s orderbarley Mendes or the advice of Pini Zaheviwho enjoyed their luxury seats in the Montjuïc box; Masip He is missing in action and We have wait for orders. Someone has asked the good guy for a banner, a slogan, Luis Carrasco and he’s thinking about it. Something will come out.
Márquez warms up
Some of us wrote, remember? that Xavi’s decision and announcement was a time bomb in the pocket of Laporta’s unbuttoned jacket, who has lived all these months believing, not only that they would reach the Champions League semi-finals or come back in LaLiga, but that someone, he himself, the brother-in-law, anyone (not Masip, of course) would convince Xavi to continue.
And, in the same way that when they won the elections they realized that they had no plan, now, with the project sunk, they neither have money (well, yes, they spent it inappropriately, but they had money) nor a coach.
And suddenly the name of Rafa Marquez, the subsidiary’s coach, yes, yes, the one with Palamós’ photo opportunity (wrong, they say). Márquez, the one who was discarded, on February 8 of this year, by Deco himself when he said, in various interviews, that he was doing a great job in B “but he would only be a coach in case of emergency.” What greater emergency, I say, than on Monday after losing at the Bernabéu and after falling in the Champions League?
It would be curious if the coach who should have been promoted on the same day as , have your chance, months later, because everything has ended badly. Or because there is no other plan. No project. No canvas. No slogan.
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2024-04-17 23:15:16
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