Julio Campa, with his usual reserve, said that one day he attended a flamenco party (“An Andalusian party is very dangerous”) with a foreign friend. Among the din of bustle, there was a man sitting in a separate corner, looking on … Serious, rigid, silent, almost absent. He barely wets his lips in his glass. I noticed. I listened. From time to time, when things got tough or an argument started, he would say a short sentence, somewhere between thoughtful and vague. No one discussed it. Everyone nodded. And the party continued.
“He’s the thinker,” Campa explained to his confused foreign friend. “You see, he’s a paid thinker. Something like a philosopher for weddings, baptisms and communion. You will see it at all parties We, gentlemen, take it that we should never trouble ourselves with anything, and when we come to a party, we bring with us all sorts of professionals. The guitarist plays for us, the dancer dances for us, the singer sings for us, and the pen thinks for us.
This Real Madrid is missing a thinker
A player in the midfield who thinks, orders, and determines the times of the match. Someone who orders and knows when he needs dizziness and when he needs chloroform. organizer. brain. Record A 5. Crossover. Tour for Xabi Alonso. Call it X.
Because in this team there are a lot of guitarists, a lot of dancers, and a lot of singers. And above all, a lot of gentlemen. But a little thinker.
Arda Guler has good footwork, purpose and a magnetic connection with Mbappe, but he has not yet become the player who organizes the team around him. Neither does Bellingham. Valverde is an engine, not a beacon. Tchouaméni gives durability. Camavinga is pure energy, but formless energy only gives light in passing. That player whom many saw in Zobemendi and others in Vitinha is missing. But to reduce the matter to two names is to miss the point: the type of player is missing, and it is not the correct name.
Madrid This is the resurrection of the team. Revive any half-dead rival. Atletico were terrible and collapsed after the Metropolitanazo. Liverpool, in the midst of depression, looked like an imposing team at Anfield. Girona, in the relegation positions and with seven victims, put it in a difficult position.
Perhaps most ironic of all is that in times dominated by statistics, algorithms and GPS, what Madrid needs is something as archaic as a man sitting in the corner observing the chaos and saying, from time to time, the phrase that organizes the world.
Thinker just that. Oldest job in football.