Football is more important than Spain, so the Government needs to control the ball with more enthusiasm than Congress. Naive for once, Sánchez thought he could neutralize his friend Rubiales with Serrat’s “son, stop playing ball” curse. This is how things end in the federative assembly that led to the spread of Trumpism to the Spaniards. Confronted with the late Francoism of Santiago Abascal, the president of the Royal Spanish Football Federation abandons ideologies and parties as he bases himself on his messiah figure.
If you think Spain hasn’t been hit with a blow by the Ball Federation, take a look at the foreign press that has restored Madrid’s status as a small country’s banana capital. Rubiales’ challenge, exacerbated by La Moncloa’s paralysis, overrun the corrupt Fifa’s response capacity, nullified the feminist achievements of President Zapatero’s era, whose equal advances shocked the planet. An incumbent government can also make a fool of itself; There is no risk to be taken lightly that prioritizing an irresponsible person costs Sánchez a sleepy reinvestment. Or something worse.
The famous Víctor Francos, chairman of the Supreme Sports Council, announced that Rubiales was “out of reality”. Feijóo outside of reality, the black mass of the Federation that believed it would be invested in, was a real attack on the integrity of the state. The surrender of the left-wing government in control comes to the extreme of considering the persistence of the hapless male-coach who is enthusiastic about the president’s assault on the nation’s integrity. In a bold but risky gesture, Sánchez prefers the team’s stability to his own continuity. Misfortunes never come alone; thus, Rubiales calls for the return of Irene Montero’s sermon; ‘ when the first reaction to forced kissing and other machos is to think about how it is possible for the minister not to be immediately dismissed by the “only yes is yes” law’.