Night of Champions The fact that the culerada is unstable like an empty water bottle on a small terrace in Portbou and laughably dirty like no other hobby, makes it ideal for capturing X’s mood as the game progresses. As long as things don’t go too badly and the team doesn’t make a fool of themselves, she’s able to laugh at herself.
The following is valid to prove all of this. A football match of the first men’s team of Barça in an elimination of the highest European category is the actress @dianagmz7 ensuring with a 1 to 0 in the fifteenth minute that “it will take a long time” and @jordibaste asking, needless to say- ho, time to the referee. It is, with a 2 to 0 two minutes later, the journalist @nicolastomas stating that he turns off the TV “just in case” to the cry of “long live Barça, damn it”. And it is the screenwriter @DolorsBoatella placing this same marker at the height of great historical events: “And you, what were you doing on the day of Barça’s second goal against Napoli?”.
The euphoria is so great that the parody account @PuyiFCB praises half the team, to top it off with a “fuck you, Ousmane Dembélé, wherever you are”. And giving birth to another Messi is so necessary that the desire leads the networks to place Lamine Yamal on the altars even… to run.
It is precisely Lamine Yamal – Yamine Lamal for dyslexics who do not apply the Puerto Rican lambdacist mnemonic rule para abril la puelta, yamal – who focuses attention. During the day of the match, the festivity that is not 16 years old, but older, spreads. 17, 18, 20, to the taste of the intoxicator. The bad language at X attributes the lie to the Real Madrid environment. The ball gets big, but @EliLeezayy finds an explanation for this success: “Imagine you are so good that your rivals think you are guilty of age fraud”.
So the culer returns, which has been nothing: “Enjoy Lamine Yamal, he has little left to retire”, says @Torren__.
Be that as it may, the wedge continues and the match is won. @JaumeTorres14 takes courage and asks to join Madrid.
– Calm down – they tell him.
– All in, always – responsible.
Xavi, for his part, brushes off the criticism. “It was said that we were the buffoons of the Champions League. What do we do now?”, scolds the coach. However, it is clear that when Ramon Besa rightly wrote it, he was not referring to Xavi’s Barça, but to the last Barces, those of recent years. 2 to 8 against Bayern Munich, 4 to 0 in Liverpool, 3 to 0 in Rome. You have to read the chronicle well. In any case, a proper jester also laughs at himself.