The Xabineta is a witch train for Jotdáun brothers-in-law. Fine piperio. Jotdáun for Cursies is like the Third Estate for Sieyes: “Everything.” The Jotdáun brand came from France, like Mbappé, and is a combination of Renaud’s song (“Mon beauf”) and … the caricature that Cabú made of the “beauf”: chauvinist, paunchy and vulgar who is a voting machine in politics, and in football, a whistle machine for the outstanding player whose talent escapes him, and for the one who shouts, always, always, always, “millionaire”, “mercenary” and “drunk”. The Jotdáun brotherhood is the constituent subject of the mediocracy.
“Mediocre and rampant comes to everything,” Beaumarchais, a revolutionary (French and American), and in his spare time, a spy, playwright, musician, financier, arms dealer and watchmaker, told us.
Baleprobably the most intelligent player who has played at the Bernabéu since Bernabéu, x-rayed this Iberian barbarity a few days ago: «I never played as much golf as they said. People made up an unreal image of me. And I was naive for not defending myself. The flag «Wales, Golf, Madrid. “In That Order”? I couldn’t throw it on the ground, it was my country’s flag. “The Spanish media crucified me.”
The piperío has eaten, consecutively, the defeats against Celta and City at the Bernabéu with a greatness of spirit that invites us to think that he has internalized that Xabi’s mission is to teach us to lose like Mourinho He taught us to win. The piperío left the Bernabéu on Wednesday happier than Xabi’s white sneakers (he hasn’t even learned to put on shoes from Pep), and he left the Bernabéu happy only because Rodrygo had scored a goal.
«We lost, but Rodrygo scored a goal. “Xabi deserves to continue, that the Project is three years, not six months.” If in December all (and all is all) the players seem infinitely worse than in June, in three years Real Madrid could be Leverkusen, where “Xabi won everything.”
Santayana took Ralph Waldo Emerson by a kind of puritan Goethe before introducing himself into complacency in mediocrity to flatter his compatriots “and indirectly to flatter himself.” Like a Goethe of football, he sold us to Xabi the fine piperío that on Wednesday whistled first to Guardiola (who had a hard time all night with a lady referee, whom he “surrounded” with pencils, that Guardiolé tic, as if it were Adamovich himself, the knife thrower at the circus girl). And then he whistled at Vinicius, the “bad boy” for all the mediocre ones. The piperío believes that there is a curse that prevents Xabi from developing his phenomenology of the Spirit, and that that curse is Vinicius. The idea is to make him the scapegoat for Xabi’s failure, as they have done with Salah in the Liverpool of the “calbo” Slot.
In the stadium, the fun thing was watching Guardiola on the sideline, probably the best coach of the moment, that football has come this far. Well dressed, as is appropriate when representing an important club, he made continuous corrections that the footballers attended to with military discipline. And the confidences of Yaya Touré: «I don’t see a man, I see a snake. He didn’t put me in for a year and then he told me that I had to return to Barcelona, that he loved me. My wife told me: ‘Are you going to listen to that nonsense? He treated you like a dog and now he wants you to stay, and you’re going to stay? Let’s go to Manchester. “He is not a man, he is evil, like Satan.” Touré went to City, and Guardiola, too. On Wednesday City returned to the Bernabéu; without Touré, but with Guardiola, who the press asked for advice for Xabi, the guy who ostracized Endrick, and tiger’s milk flowed from Pep’s mouth: «Let “Since he won’t pee cologne, he will do well.” Those who have brought Xabi in to hold on with Xabi until 2028 cling to this shit. What’s more, Rodrygo’s goal could bring us the renewal of both of them, Rodrygo and Xabi, which would be paid for by the sale of Vinicius and Endrick. With this way of losing, the next hymn, to Sabina.
