La Xabineta is a witch train for Jotdáun’s brothers-in-law. Very good 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 “redneck”: chauvinistic, paunchy and vulgar who is a voting machine in politics, and in football, a whistle machine for the exceptional 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 mediocracy.
“Everything is mediocre and frantic,” Beaumarchais told us, revolutionary (French and American) and, in his spare time, spy, playwright, musician, financier, arms dealer and watchmaker.
ballprobably the most intelligent player who has played at the Bernabéu since Bernabéu, x-rayed this Iberian barbarity a few days ago: “I never played golf as much as people said. People have created an unreal image of me. And I was naive not to defend myself. The flag “Wales, Golf, Madrid. “In this order”? I couldn’t throw it on the ground, it was the flag of my country. “The Spanish media crucified me.”
The Piperío ate consecutive 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 how to win. The Piperío left the Bernabéu on Wednesday happier than Xabi’s white sneakers (he didn’t even learn to put on shoes thanks to 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 lasts three years and not six months.” If in December everything (and everything is everything) 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 sort 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 beautiful piperío who whistled on the first Wednesday Guardiola (who had trouble all night with a referee, whom he “surrounded” with pencils, this Guardiolé twitched, as if it were Adamovitch himself, the knife thrower at the girl at the circus). And then he whistled at Vinicius, the “bad boy” of all mediocre people. The Piperío believes that there is a curse that prevents Xabi from developing his phenomenology of Spirit, and that this curse is Vinicius. The idea is to make him the scapegoat for Xabi’s failure, as they did with Salah at the Liverpool Slot “calbo”.
In the stadium, what was fun was seeing Guardiola on the bench, probably the best coach of the moment, that football has ever come so far. Well dressed, as befits representing an important club, he made continuous corrections that footballers made with military discipline. And the confidences of Yaya Toure: “I don’t see a man, I see a snake. He didn’t hire me for a year and then he told me I had to return to Barcelona, that he loved me. My wife said to me: ‘Are you going to listen to this 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 so did Guardiola. On Wednesday, City returned to the Bernabéu; without Touré, but with Guardiola, to whom the press asked for advice for » Those who got Xabi to keep him until 2028 are holding on to this shit. In addition, Rodrygo’s goal could bring us the renewal of both, Rodrygo and Xabi, which would be paid for by the sale of Vinicius and Endrick. With this way of losing, the next anthem, to Sabina.
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