Rights and duties in Seville, by Sergi Pàmies

After the tie between Madrid and Atlético, we spent all Sunday repeating phrases of debatable consistency. First: that Barça depends on himself to approach leadership. Second: that you have to win in Seville “yes or yes”, that pestilent expression that has replaced the traditional “at all costs.” Third: that if Barça “does the homework” in Seville, everything will do well. From the point of view of sports management, they are understandable messages although abject, which will only make sense in a context of very self -esteem
certain.

From experience, we know that depending on ourselves has forced us to an emotional dependence that we have not always managed to administer. Depending on others, on the other hand, we could experience miracles such as the Tenerife League finals – and the famous “management” referred Much to say and little to tell (Ed. Altamarea).

Own responsibility is the best guarantee to obtain results

As the years go by, the culé militancy is sophisticated. The repertoire of comments to overcome uncertainty has been complicated. Now we can discuss whether Araújo is or is not a large central until it is injured and then, as if we suffered a revelation, it seems essential to us. And Gavi? We applaud enthusiasm, but, at the same time, an inner voice asks us if it will not be the typical accelerated player who, if he took another shirt, we would hate. They are opportunistic thoughts, that they are in tow of the result and that, on a Sunday night, they confront us to a mood that depends too much on the published opinion.

I do not know if it is an anachronistic impression, but it seems to me that a few years ago it was easier to admire unconditionally a player regardless of their performance. Now, on the other hand, we are subject to instability that prevents us from maintaining t -shirt and poster loyalties. Can anyone hang Jong’s poster in his room and keep it if everyone accuses him of being a disaster? And when, pressed by the environment, you are about to pick it up, then it turns out that Jong returns to play as
You wanted.

We have specialized so much in the exercise of vaguely technical opinions that we forget the old more or less incomprehensible loyalties than
They used to define our way of feeling colors. I have had some. Example: I was devout Eidur Gudjohnsen
without any rational reason to be.

I suspect that Messi caused a monoculture of the admiration that forced us to see football with the eyes of the Argentine. For many years, everything revolved around this happy and privileged hierarchy. In Seville, instead, Barça shows a team identity again in which the figures recover an importance of human dimensions (Pedri and Raphinha are about to earn a supernatural category) and in which, suddenly, you see yourself yourself wanting Fermín madly and regretting that they expel him. In the end, it turns out that yes: Barça, who depended on himself, did his homework, yes or yes, in Seville.