If we have never been so kind, why are there more wars, more murders of women and more loneliness than ever before? Even more goodness is missing in the world. Or, maybe, left over…
A Granada-Athletic de Bilbao spectator had a heart attack at Los Cármenes, with 20,000 in attendance. He was attended to instantly as few people are in such a trance. Stadium medical staff, doctors from both teams, spectators and nurses, who tried to resuscitate him without taking him to the hospital in an ambulance, given the extreme severity. He died. The match was suspended and resumed last night.
Between playing a European final minutes after the death of 39 crushed spectators in the stands of Heysel and turning the heart attack of a spectator into the main focus, 38 years have passed and a social evolution that baffles me.
– You are a bad soul!
And worse things, but I still don’t see this moral obligation to suspend a collective show because of the death of a person – another thing is that this would have saved him -, as if a death were an inadmissible, rejectable or indigestible fact . From this comes what, in my opinion, was an overacting of goodness, to which no one dares to put a but or say that, sorry to say, these things happen and life must go on .
Far from being attended to without advertising, the viewer’s heart attack became the spectacle in itself. All the attention moved from the field of play to the last moments of life of a member of Granada, turned almost, almost into a broadcast about life and death. Unfortunately, all this affection and support – and a bit of posturing – did not prevent the outcome. Incorporated despite his presence in the show, the anonymous partner moved on to a better life.
I put myself in the shoes of the deceased, his family and the spectators. I don’t see why it was necessary to stop celebrating life – the Sunday game – if none of those present were related or related. When we see someone hit in the streets and an ambulance, it doesn’t occur to us to call for traffic to stop for a few hours out of respect for the injured or the deceased. So much goodness, I don’t know…