If Jesus was humble, who, although he could have been born in Bilbao, was born in Bethlehem (a Christmas story that speaks a lot about priests from the North or the North). Well, then Xabi will be lucky, because even though he could have fallen in Talavera, he didn’t fall. (There’s a reason Napoleon wanted generals who were luckier than capable.) And … “This one, fortunately, how is he?” That was all I wanted to know).
Xabi did everything he could to fall in Talavera, but he did not fall, and that is fortunate, because in Talavera, after Joselito Gallo, falling would be a waste of time for anyone facing posterity.
– What is bullfighting? – wondered Corrochano–. I thought Joselito knew, but a bull killed him in Talavera.
The bull that killed Joselito was called “Bailaor”, and the striker who almost brought down Xabi was called Arroyo. A state commentator, Rivero, who brightened up the match by confusing the names of all the footballers, hit hard: “There is no small enemy.” How many nails does Xabi already have on the Madrid bench?
– What is pressure? –the pipero asks himself–. I thought Xabi knew, but a bull…
Well, in front of this Madrid, all the opponents look like bulls. Arroyo in Talavera, and a few days before, in Vitoria, Carlos Vicente. The piperío lost his mind in such a way that that day he forgot that the match was won by Vinicius in three plays that only Vinicius can make: the one with the goal against Rodrygo, the one with the penalty that was not whistled and the one with the pass to Gonzalo that Gonzalo, in a Modric-style backhand, wasted. Of the three, the most interesting was the one with the missed penalty, because it puts on the table the refereeing culture of Louzán’s Spain, the one with the opossum eyes. Refereeed a certain García Verdura, referee of Gamper, who did not appreciate enough intensity in the movement of the defender. Cta Doctrine (a group that did not contribute a single referee to the FIFA Club World Cup): “The degree or intensity of contact between players cannot always be measured objectively. This action falls within the scope of interpretation, since it depends on the assessment of the intensity of the contact. The intensity of a kick in the zone is measured in joules (and if necessary, in maldonados).
The Spanish referee is not governed by the Commentary Regulations of Don Pedro Escartín, but by the Wikipedia of Jimmy Wales, according to which the joule is the unit of the International System to measure the energy, work and heat of the aggressor pinrel on the attacked tibia. Scientifically, the joule is defined as the amount of work done by a constant force of one newton over one meter in length in the same direction of the force. All this data was processed by González Fuertes of the Vitorian club Var, the intellectual of the group, who does not take his eyes off Wikipedia, where it is clearly indicated that in this definition, being so specific, are not taken into account types of resistance such as air friction (the air that was circulating in Vitoria at the time of the match), so as not to further complicate things for the referee, who must take care of the Var earpiece and the handful of joules it carries. his pocket. The symbol for July is J, with a capital letter and no dot. The J!’s machete, which we talked about about Juan Ramón, which you had to read when James signed for Real Madrid, to know what to call it. James or Yeins? Yeins or Yames? Yames or Hamès? Hames or Xames? Javi or Xabi?
Vinicius left Vitoria marked by the rampant piperío as the worst player in Madrid, and did not play in Talavera, where Rodrygo, the new white idol, came out, and with the captain’s armband, that our eyes saw, in the same way that our ears heard of the anthems. In a country without an anthem, nor in a city without an anthem. Commentators order silence. “Come on, a cappella!” And we heard from the healthy Vitorian public: “Well done albiazul team / you emerge powerful again…”. And to Talavera’s no less healthy audience: “Where Talavera plays / all the supporters vibrate / set the tone, lead the game / towards the goal…”. They left it there for you, Xabi (or Javi): I’m throwing it away. Because we’ll talk about Endrick when we’re cold.
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