The sources with the freshest water say that Real Madrid began to smell the toast during hangover Sunday, when there were no aspirin to calm the migraine on Saturday night: Vinícius would not win the Ballon d’Or. The tables had turned and the prize pointed to Rodri.
And so, the most universal and award-winning football club, which when it loses shakes hands, chose on Monday morning for the most mature decision: ‘If Vinícius doesn’t win, I won’t go to the gala and the Ballon d’Or ceases to exist for me.’ This is, clearly speaking, a childish tantrum. That Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo did it in their day had a pass – their story was always special – but that Real Madrid does it as a club is something to behold, and especially on a day like today, in which an unforgettable party is presumed for Spanish footballwith Rodri, Aitana and De la Fuente aspiring to the best day of their careers. This, and I continue to speak clearly, is called lack of respect.
I will not comment on How unfair it is for Vinícius to take him down from the pedestal given his sporting merits -that, in the next window- but the Real Madrid sit-in does stun me, as childish as it is selfish. The excuse in this case is simple and textbook, victimhood: the world is against us. You know, that evil UEFA has its sights set on Florentino, the brain of the Super League, and serves revenge on a golden platter.
Nobody at the Bernabéu has come out to give explanations, much less the boss, eternally mute, perhaps validating a new audiovisual chapter of the disturbing thriller ‘the referees hate us’ or looking for the magic formula so that his parking and concert business can be solved. . And sometimes even higher beings also lose, and nothing happens either. A little humility is never indigestible.
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