If the right one wins, everything is clean. When others win, everything is dirty.
From the creators of ‘if you don’t belong to any team join Madrid and you’ll be happier’ and ‘if you want to win the Champions League you know what to do’ comes a new ‘hit’ keep on clapping , even though the music is not playing. Walker, there is no path, the path is made by walking. “A millimeter,” they say. As you walk, you make the path, and when you look back, you see the path that must never be trodden again. ‘Victimization belongs to a small team’, they boasted and told us. The penultimate of the cagalindes, who, protected by the alibi of the ‘Negreira case’ (an ethical villain whose alleged crimes have yet to be proven), no longer hide their desire for joy, is as crude as it is pathetic. If other clubs complain, it’s a small team. When the color of interest complains, they are horrified and unleash a children’s crusade. The boy from ‘The Sixth Sense’ sometimes saw dead people. They sometimes see ‘boxes’. Beat by beat, verse by verse. Frame by frame.
When others cry and complain that they feel wronged, they earn ridicule, are branded as self-conscious, and are told they want to cover up their failures by blaming the stone. If the one who stutters and kicks matters to the team, those verbal fumes don’t smell and are legitimate, through the work and grace of the swallowers. It’s the culture of ‘pleasant’. From the muppet who likes to insult other people’s intelligence. The ‘pleasers’ have a caring calling and a flexible loin, they are an increasingly dominant species and they pretend to be part of a sports journalism that does not fight power, but rather celebrates it. They are like mushrooms. They grow on every square meter where a power they fear rules, rules or controls and with which they show unconditional submission. ‘Lucky ones’. They won the lottery with Negreira. Whether the crimes are proven or not. They’ve been getting ammunition for twenty years and they’re happy in their sewers.
His protocol of action: if the right one wins, everything is clean, like a whistle, even if it is illegal. When others win, everything is dirty, just like a pigsty, even if it is legal. If you buy a dog, don’t bark. That’s what the dog is for. Better lose decency than public. “Too bad,” say those who don’t know her. ‘Scandal’, say those who do not believe the VAR lines, nor Nacho Tellado, the architect who showed that offside was even clearer. “Football is stained,” say those who tarnish journalism. “Nobody believes in this,” say those who do believe when they win, legally or illegally. ‘Frame by frame’, they say who twist images, but never audio. “Semi-automatic offside,” say those who asked for the VAR and want to load it now. “A millimeter,” say those who see this League from miles away. Pío Baroja said that man is one millimeter above the ape and if he does not, one centimeter below the pig.
Reuben Uria
Source: Goal