Good morning. Today we will provide a brief portanalysis for the benefit of the Three Wise Men, who after stopping by the house of Javier Tebas and Fran Soto (and leaving them a quintal of coal) have decided to come to have breakfast at the house of this humble portanalista, before heading back to the East, to gossip about the very tacky decoration of the respective homes of both leaders.
We don’t say it, they say it, the Kings, who right now we have sitting in the kitchen regaining their strength after a long night, drinking hot chocolate and soaking themselves in a bagel. A curious thing about King Gaspar is that, when he very politely introduces himself, he busily clarifies that his name does not end in the letter the. The three of them have already internalized the joke very well and they laugh a lot. It goes without saying that they are three textbook Real Madrid fans.
While they eat their own roscón, we discuss the day’s covers with them. What has caught their attention the most, especially Melchor, is the front page of Marca and the newspaper’s interview with Capello.
—What enormous memories I have of good old Fabio, and how right he is when he says that “with Negreira they tried to stop us but they couldn’t, we won against everyone”—exclaims the oldest of the monarchs.
“Man,” Baltasar intervenes, “especially in his second league.” Do you remember Messi’s handball goal against Espanyol? Thank goodness Tamudo later scored. We would have been left without the league of comebacks, that of Hot Nails.
“Rodríguez Santiago was the referee who shamefully awarded that goal for the Argentine,” Gaspar recalls without thecup of chocolate in hand.—And you already know what the punishment was for his very rude mistake.
“The Cup final,” Melchor adds. “That’s what defined and negreirato.” Award to the referees who are wrong in favor of Barça or against Madrid. Punishment for those who are wrong in favor of Madrid or against Barça. Even those who get it right for Madrid or against Barça!
They look tired after the night’s hustle and bustle, but jovial and radiant with the satisfaction of having fulfilled their duty. Melchior continues speaking:
—However, the most interesting thing about Capelli’s interview is not what Marca highlights, but the brief lesson on filthy Spanish football that the Italian coach brings us. Capello shames Tebas and the rest of his cronies, pointing out the shame of the fact that absolutely nothing has happened after the Negreira scandal. In Italy, for much less, with Moggigate, drastic measures were taken. Capello knows it well.
Anyway, friends. We’re going to leave you now. We have visits from Their Holy Majesties and we do not want to be rude. We cannot be here writing while they honor us with their conversation. They tell us that they have behaved very well with all the Madrid fans, with the sole exception of those who say that Vinícius went to Arabia and “with a little bow.”
“I can’t stand the little bow thing,” Gaspar confides to us without the.—Carbonazo to the song.
We leave you with the rest of the covers.
