In the end we will have to thank Viktoria Pilsen. For losing without palliatives and not giving false hope. The last straw would have been a favorable result for the Barça team at Inter’s pitch and witness another humiliation against Bayern with the pathetic desire to fantasize about beating them. The group was tough, yes, and “the referees have a mania for us”, okay, but Barça has been eliminated betrayed by its own size, tiny when it exceeds the Pyrenees before and after the financial doping of the levers.
For the second consecutive season, Barcelona stays out of the Champions League at the first opportunity. The Camp Nou stands, which have gone from cantankerous to affectionate in a sociological transformation worthy of study, continue to welcome the team like a baby that needs care. The bar of criticism has been submerged like a periscope. What used to be a drama today is not. The sin has probably been pride. To be great again, modesty in speech is required. There hasn’t been in general and perhaps the fans don’t point the finger at the club because that would be pointing the finger at themselves. We have all been sinners.
In reality, whichever way you look at it, being eliminated from the Champions League in October is a disaster. From one year to the next there has been no significant progress in Europe, the stage in which the big clubs look at their lapels and compare the range of their decorations. Barça has not won the competition for eight seasons and Laportista’s promise of a change of scenery has not been fulfilled as has happened with other of his daring predictions, swallowed by the staff without chewing due to that puerile need that we take out for a walk every summer. Everything will change, we tell ourselves looking at the new album cards, some of them very expensive, that we are poor (debt and levers), but the lenders still pay attention to us (oh). And today we are like the teenager from the town whose girlfriend leaves the city with his parents’ car knowing that he will not return, looking for Messi when they promised us over and over again that he would continue and pretending that we do not care about the wage bill , more fired than ever (without Messi!) when they assured us with a forgiving air that it was the reason that the Argentine did not continue.
What has changed then from one season to another? Well, the music that plays before the games is cooler because we’ve teamed up with Spotify. It’s so cool that, delivered to the rhythm of the new cause, we no longer protest the inclusion of Kessié in the eleven as an attack on the damned DNA and, deaf, we prefer not to know or hear anything, not even the noise of the printers blowing smoke with the accumulated settlements of honest guys who are kicked out of the club for a sick sense of revenge that sees enemies where there are hardly any lifelong club people, the good people.
