There were always anonymous men in Alicante who devoted themselves to the heavenly cause, who rose early for the club they loved, who received no reward on match day other than seeing the jersey ironed or hearing a thank you from the players over the post-match sandwich. Luis Manuel Morote CrespoFor everyone, Morote was a must without an Alicante plaque.
When Alicante played in Ciudad Deportiva, where he went from Pla Metal, he was a subscriber since childhood, even before the club opened the Palamó field. His big role at the club came at a time when Alicante needed him most; In 2014, they had to start from scratch again. And boy did he do it. Surrounded by many other important figures of Moorish history, they took the club forward with a study of illusionism, economic engineering and all the euphemisms we care to give it. It’s a matter of faith and courage. He took over the presidency in October 2014, with a squad consisting of young players and some historic members of the club and regional football, convinced of the enthusiasm of Morote and his tireless team: Paco Espi, Juan Quereda, José Luis Valero and many more… That’s when I met him, one phone call was all it took for him to be transferred to the club he currently manages. fosco.
The following months went well for everyone, the team would move up in the category Michael As a coach, the locker room was a good group: Tomasín, Angel, Gonzalo Bonastre… Then we were no longer Morote or Ramón, but president and top scorer, even though he was no longer president and careerists were taking over the club. Shortly thereafter he experienced the first relapse of the damn disease. We last saw each other a few summers ago at the horchatería in Plaza Estella, and we talked a lot about life and Alicante. I asked him about their beginnings in the presidency and the juggling they did to ensure that Alicante remained in the same category as always, regardless of the league in which they played. They succeeded. His work in Aguas de Alicante opened doors for him, but he touched everyone in that city. Selling the illusion of Alicantheism behind closed doors; from bar to bar, from job to job, from favor to favor. Everything was so that the team had the comforts that are never lacking in a club that has always been in the shadow of Alicante football in sports, but has almost always been a leader in humanitarian matters. Everything was so that the players had a masseuse in the locker room and the best sandwich in who knows what city at the end of the game. Goodbye president.