They say Piperos wanted another Guardiola and brought him in, but now it’s not worth getting him because the players are making his bed. And it comes with a flask. because? Because I don’t like a system that isn’t a system that players can enjoy. … It’s not part of the system, it’s the system that entertains the players, and that’s why at Anfield, Vallecas and before that at Apollo Field, players walked around the field as scared of Xavi’s system as the barbarians in the joke are scared of tricorn hats falling everywhere.
Therefore, Xavi’s bed will be like that of Procrustes, the son of Poseidon (Xavi’s father Perico Alonso had something like Poseidon, who ran for Barcelona for Maradona with a thumbs up). Procrustes ran an inn where travelers could rest in Attica, the Valdebebas of the Greeks. Once they were lying down, Procrustes tied them to the bed, such was his system, and began to look at their feet. If the bed was too small for them, and if it was too big, he would stretch it until it fit them. This is the feeling the Madrid star gives in Aloncino’s tiki-taka. Nor is that trigonometry the Goldberg Variations of soccer. No, no, no.
Things go awry and the blame falls on the soccer player who makes his bed. Some? All except Carvajal. In other words, Carvajal is the only one who will be in charge of a team of children who are European champions and deserve it. So who should we play with? “I’m with the guys from Castilla!” Pipero and his friends respond strangely, taking advantage of the national team’s break to crush the ball with stones, and it can be said that they can only enjoy themselves when they fail. Then we would be back to Benito Floro, who made a compromise believing that Mendoza would silence the media noise. “This guy wants my autograph,” Mendoza said he thought when he saw Frollo through the peephole in the door when he returned home to sign the deal. He only had machine cheese under his arm. Then the psychologist came in and the psychologist gave Butragueño a lemon to think about during the throw-in.
“He doesn’t seem like he wants to win today,” Vinicius reportedly said after seeing the change in Alonso at Vallecas, a phrase that could be echoed by baseball player Yogi Berra. He was the baseball player who made such brilliant quips as, “If you don’t know where you’re going, you might get there, so you have to be very careful,” and “I’m not hungry enough to cut a pizza into quarters and eat six slices.”
How much different would Xabi Alonso’s press conferences be if he went to the garden a little to make the football bitches less serious! It’s true that he promised us rock’n’roll, and the only thing we saw was a tribute to the Mondragon Orchestra, but instead of Stinas, Parrilla appeared. David Vidal would come out of this situation with a trick that would help fans understand why soccer coaches don’t like dribblers. Not Pele, not Maradona, not Messi, not Vinicius. Zubimendi only. Zubimendi as Archimedes’ lever. Give me Zubimendi and I’ll make the world better.
I think Alonso still has the vertigo of Germany, a country that nurtures thinkers who think for whom (Ortega said this when he traveled to Germany).
– he grabbed my arm and said with an intense look that still moves me to this day. “Learn German and start thinking.” Forget the rest.
Ortega told Octavio Paz when he went to meet him at the Hotel du Rhône in Geneva.
Poor Trent Alexander-Arnold, who became a world star as a Liverpool winger, had learned Spanish in order to avoid getting bored on the Madrid bench on match days, but the language he plays in is German and must now be told he wasted his time, when he must have been as smart as Bale. How do you explain in German that you are a soccer professional and don’t like Trent, Vinicius or Endrik?
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