Not everything is a matter of proper names, not even self-love, in football. Goals win, and Barça has come to his rescue, because since he left Messiand not only, marking is a utopia that when fulfilled also refers to the absence of the star, which celebrated them like no one else, pointing to the sky where he considers that his grandmother celebrates his successes just as she applauded them in the little field.
Now a conspiracy is possible to return to Barça the forgotten goal at least since Lewandowski, by the way, wiped us off the face of the earth one sad summer day. Now comes the poison to cauterize the wound, as if it suddenly became the savior that we didn’t have that night, not even the desolate figure of a Messi hidden in the corner of defeat.
Losing has been since that time the essence of Barcelona tears. Many fans have left the shield as if it stinks at the end of the world. I am in Malaga, among very footballing writers, among them Malcolm Barral, Antonio Soler, Jordi Soler o José Antonio Garriga. The one in the middle, Solerfrom Malaga, was erased because Barça played badly, and now he professes his faith in Atlético de Madrid, although I did not notice him as a fan. Barral it is from Barça like this one who writes, without possible redemption, we buy any illusion, even the illusion that the abyss will not last long. Garriga, who was born in Barcelona and is a healthy culé, follows the foot of the canyon, but demands goals. The only one who followed me in enthusiasm intact, just like Malcolmera Jordiwho was born in the Veracruz jungle of Catalan exiles, lives in Barcelona seeing how his children are already so culés with him and he already has in Lewandowski the security of the goal.
Goals, that luxury item that flourished in times when things began in goal and ended in the start of Messi and goal, now it has to be made again, with the stellar participation of the Pole who is coming, with the rapid assistance of the Frenchman that we already had and with the dazzling presence of two boys who one day will be the Giving birth y Suarez of our old days of Les Corts. Will we again have a constellation of that category, which will remind the oldest of the best times and, for the most recent, the insurmountable times of the age of Guardiola?
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In football, hope is always resurrected after defeat. As in the athletic song of Sabina, defeat is just another starting point, and after losing you have to lose again, until the end of the world catches us dancing. The Barça has not been able to lower more in self-esteem, but Xavi he has collected his own names, he has put them on the lawn just as the boys of my time were delusional with the splendor that the albums announced, and now it is time to wait, the destiny of man, according to Neruda.
A Canarian poet, Joseph Louis Pernas, gave us a poem that I have used whenever things have gone downhill: “I understand then that you have to find hope to continue living.” With regard to Barça, I have spent my life waiting, without rancor, without dismay, with conviction. In fact, now that I realize it, while I’m writing this article, almost all of my clothing is Barça, and I still don’t know if Frankie de Jong will stay or leave, so important in our recent album of illusions. Guanyarem, but we still don’t know what.