2025 is going away, not because of Barranquilla, but with the alligator of relegation, which threatened to devour Sevilla last spring, and the club will enter 2026 with many unknowns to reveal in all areas. The worst year ends … 21st century sports in Sánchez-Pizjuán (and much of the travel), as reported in these pages by its editor-in-chief, Alberto Fernández; one of the worst in its history economically; another of the most fractured in terms of shareholders, after the zigzags of the so-called Americans, and supported only by a hobby to which the depression has not diminished one iota of rebellion.
2026 must be integrated into the future conditional. There are few certainties and those that are considered more likely, or even imminent, to come true, raise fundamental doubts and in a way that does not help with peace of mind. Sales, for example. Rumors suggest that the transfer of shares will take place in the first quarter of the new year. But who knows if the team’s performance on the field during these ninety-two days will not lead the team to the other “sale”, the one with the horticultural name in which the losers emerge and the investors rethink the deadlines.
The cyclothymic nature of those trained by Matías Almeyda does not allow us to dare anything. If they beat Levante in their first league match of the year and penultimate of the first round, Sevilla would reach twenty-three points, the same they finished on matchday 19 last season. The challenge, rather a challenge, is not to stay at 18 in the second, as happened with the Pimienta/Caparrós duo, who ended up leaving only one to be transferred by Caronte to the other bank, the one that seeks so much hypermotion.
Whatever happens, stay with Don Antonio García Barbeito, crier of the Centenary: “You are such a Seville man, my friend, that if one day, God forbid, we were to operate on your heart, you would have to ask permission from the club, because touching your heart would be spoiling the shield of Seville.”
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