The picturesque hunger strike of Ángeles Béjar, mother of Luis Rubiales, closed in the church of the Divine Pastora, ended yesterday definitively in the least pleasant way for the journalists who had been three days – some, including the nights – than in They were waiting for the outcome. The “official” version was given by the rector of La Divina Pastora, visibly overcome by the events. First he tried a diagnosis, “nervous crisis”, and then he gave other details: because of the heat and humidity, during the afternoon Ángeles Béjar – whose health was so delicate that he already started to feel unwell on Monday itself, when the hunger strike had started barely six hours ago – his legs had begun to swell and he had felt dizzy from the heat – the temperature, these days, is around 30º on the tropical coast of Granada, but with the humidity the thermal sensation is suffocating – and despite a copious intake of water it did not improve. As the afternoon progressed, explained the rector, she felt worse and “became very nervous”. She spoke on the phone with her son Luis Rubiales – always, according to the cleric’s story – who advised her to take her to the hospital emergency room. The priest, based on questions from the press, ruled out that the woman will resume her hunger strike in the temple when she recovers from the collapse she suffered yesterday.
Dismissed from their vigilance but also frustrated were the journalists, especially the television ones, who could not capture images of the end of this strange mother-filial sainet produced by the reputational crisis of the Royal Spanish Football Federation. In fact, once they had recovered from the setback at work, they began to mutter that perhaps they had – we had – been manipulated by a well-designed distraction operation to prevent them from capturing images of Ángeles Béjar’s resignation to a closed that barely had obtained the adhesion of a handful of relatives and friends: the call for a few words by Ángeles Béjar at the door of the temple for 7.15 p.m. meant that, from almost twenty minutes earlier, the journalists, who in the long waits we tend to disperse around, we were concentrated and formed like an army about to take an offensive. The door of the temple opened almost half an hour later, but it was not Ángeles Béjar who came out but the preacher to say that she had not been there for a while. He got out the back and went to the emergency room in the quietest ambulance that can be remembered.
