In the world of football, not even God resigns. And even less Javier Tebas, who is a friend of death that no one in the third party knew about, so bold and reckless that he enlisted in the legion. A football manager – take it figuratively – could be found stabbing indigent people in a public park and nothing would happen. He would know how to turn the matter around and turn the shirtless man into someone deserving of evisceration.
The capitostos of football are always under cover. This is a business that enjoys impunity. The rule is of common and widespread use. It serves Javier Tebas’ League, Luis Rubiales’ RFEF, Aleksander Ceferin’s UEFA or Gianni Infantino’s FIFA. Also for club managers. Far and near, past and present.
The protective shield of the managers of the associations – Federation, League, FIFA, UEFA – is the large amount of money they have to weave networks of clientelism of proven effectiveness. For the clubs, on the other hand, it is enough that the directives know how to take note that we fans would be able to take out Jack the Ripper in a procession if he were one of ours. There is never a lack of carriers to take the demon for a walk. Leaders take advantage of this. They only have to jump on the shoulder of the stupidity of the fan, who will always demonstrate an infinite indulgence. A club manager can only be killed by bad play and the ball not going in, never by midfield management alone.
Let’s go back to Javier Tebas. His internal engine is not, as the culer believes, his anti-Barcelonaism. His fuel is the extreme defense of his interests and the business he runs. If Barça is his enemy, it is because the club is promoting an adventure – the European Super League – that threatens to make him small and ruin the domestic business in which he reigns. What is shameful and reprehensible is that in order to protect his shop he has decided to disguise himself as Commissioner Villarejo and send papers with fanciful annotations to the Prosecutor’s Office with the aim of smearing and harming Barça and its leaders. Whoever cuts the cod at UEFA, the glamorous Slovenian Aleksander Ceferin, has the same desire for Barcelona, ​​and for the same reasons. Monopolies are always defended tooth and nail by those who enjoy them.
The Negreira case is already an uncontrolled fan that spews excrement from the right and the reverse. Tebas and Ceferin have a gun pointed at Barça’s head. Kneel down, surrender, surrender! They cry vendetta, like the uomini di onore. But this does not take away the truth from those who continue to point out that Barça has not been able to provide a single convincing argument about these shameful payments. They want to hurt us, yes. And we did, too.
