Nobody is interested in a League that has already been decided, nobody is interested in an autonomous Barça that only knows how to do dirty work against second-raters, and nobody is interested, and this must be said without anyone being offended, Girona. I have a great relationship with Girona, I write for the Diari de Girona, and Hughes has the only volume I lack of the complete works of Josep Pla, because I gave it to him, and it is precisely: ‘Girona, a llibre de records’. But the Girona team, which is the Girona football club, team and destination, does not interest anyone other than the locals and that is why Florentino is right when he defends the Super League. important matches. Hearings. Money. It is the opposite of a Barça-Girona league, inconsequential, that football with an accent.
Unnecessary game but nonetheless entertaining, ideal to watch from Nobu while my daughter, always on the edge, finished her math homework. Easter Monday is a holiday in Catalonia, so Maria hurried until the last day and the last hour to finish the exercises. It is something that a father censures when he realizes it, until he remembers that he was also a son and the deadlines were equally lazy. We become older than we used to be, this is not unusual. And after changes and more changes we are more or less the same.
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Barcelona
Ter Stegen; Koundé, Araujo, Eric García, Balde; Sergi Roberto (Kessié, min.46), Busquets, Gavi; Raphinha (Jordi Alba, min.75), Lewandowski and Ansu Fati (Ferran Torres, min.68). -
Girona
Gazzaniga; Arnau, Bueno, David López, Javi Hernández; Borja García (Aleix García, min.46), Romeu, Iván Martín (Valery, min.84); Tsygankov, ‘Taty’ Castellanos (Stuani, min.60) and Villa (Couto, min.60). -
goals
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Referee
Mateu Lahoz (C.Valenciano). He admonished Castellanos (min.32), for Girona.
Ansu is worryingly bad. broken toy. I wrote one day that I was running like a gazelle, and many accused me of having posted a racist comment. It wasn’t racism, it was praise. If they called me a gazelle I would like to, although due to my deplorable appearance it could only be a joke. It was not racism. But today Ansu no longer looks like a gazelle, but Bambi’s mother just as the hunter’s shot is heard. If we sell it, better, but if no one bites and we give it away, that’s fine for me too.
Mateu Lahoz, strangely discreet
While Barça and Girona drew mediocrity, we were all waiting for the strangely discreet show by Mateu Lahoz. Busquets is there for the crane to take him away. Especially when you have been so much, you have to know how to find an elegant way out to finish shaping your legacy. It is the opposite of what Sergio is doing, dragging himself without any respect to his extraordinary sports career. Girona played beautifully and we have to thank them. The hair that Ter Stegen has implanted is incredible. More than a janitor, it looks like orthodontist propaganda.
What at first was electric became boring. “Coaches match”, as the experts say, without my ever being able to understand why they say it. Lewandowski is getting older every day. What I wanted was to send him a Cabify to the Camp Nou, which is ten minutes away by car, so that he would arrive at Nobu before they closed the kitchen at eleven.
Before the break Araujo almost scored and there were doubts as to whether the ball had gone all the way. I am not able to say if it all went in, although I think it went in a lot. Quite. In my bitter sentimental life, I have celebrated much less clear entries as tremendous victories. Innkeeper, bring champagne!
After the break Kessie came on for Sergi Roberto. Kessie is a good player, and the other day he scored the winning goal against Madrid, but when he comes in you already know what Xavi thinks of the game, football and life. Castellanos failed what an adult cannot fail, not against Barça but against his girlfriend. It’s that kind of humiliating failure, that points at you, that haunts you. Tremendous trigger, of those who create a complex for you while you live. They changed him for Stuani. Maybe it wasn’t a punishment, but he deserved to be. Míchel didn’t look at him as he passed her on his way to the bench.
Girona beat in the second half, Lewandowski was already with me in Nobu, third gin and tonic, and the Camp Nou alternated the cries of “Messi, Messi” with those of “independence”, which are two ways and yet one and the same request admission to the phrenopathic. It seems unbelievable how alienated the masses can be when, despite all the evidence, they decide to deny reality and cling to fantasy even though they know it is a fraud. Drowsiness was the sign of the night. Even Mateu Lahoz got bored, and so much so that he couldn’t even leave his stamp at night. Ferran entered through Ansu, which is as if your car breaks down on the way to Paris and you buy a cart pulled by a donkey to take you. I don’t know why people get so angry with me, with how good metaphors about animals fit me.