Enric Masipadvisor, bodyguard, dietitian, personal trainer for your friend and employer Joan Laportacommitted one day, like so many others, to controlling the president’s diet, the inhabitants of the ‘cabin’ frightened by the size that the belly of the head of the president was acquiring. ‘more than a club’.
What’s more, in many of his radio interventions, now somewhat more distant in time, he even said that he hid Coca-Cola from him and rationed or prohibited chocolate from him. Nothing could be further from the truth, yesterday, in Riyadhwe saw a tremendously bulky president descend from an impressive and gigantic Rolls-RoyceI suppose the utilitarian of one of the sheikhs who had invited him and, later, in the box, we saw him with the longest tie on the market and a button about to shoot off, not shoot.
It is evident that, as in many other facets of life, management and the day-to-day life of the members of the ‘camarote’ with respect to Laporta, everyone has already given up on achieving certain achievements, but this one strikes us all, culés and non-culés, seriously worrying, very worrying, among other reasons because, they say, disturbing episodes have already occurred.
Of course, Laporta’s satisfaction in the immense armchair he occupied in the Riyadh box was, of course, not the result of the fantastic football his team played, which simply limited itself to eliminating Osasuna, a team that has passed to be ordinary, obtaining another results victory (the latest fashion of Xavi Hernandez) although, yes, almost four months later, they managed to win by more than a goal difference.
Laporta’s pleasure is not centered, of course, on the trajectory of his team, which Xavi believes is ascending (I insist, I don’t know what games this man watches), but on the possibility of returning to take a good bite out of Real Madrid. Sorry, a shake to Florentino Pérezhis soul friend and the Super League, but the partner that 99.99% of the culés reject, who forget that the levers were the result of that good friendship or advice from the ‘superior being’.
The famous canvas
Laporta went to sleep last night thinking about that Bernabéu banner, hanging at the time in the building where Laporta’s father lives. Bertin Osborne, good friend of the Barça president. And I’m going to tell you something that, perhaps, you don’t know and that will make more than one of you angry, although I don’t care. And I’m not talking about Masip, no, who usually answers me in a ‘fake’ tweet of mine, which falsely spreads around: everyone knows that I am not, and have never been, on social networks.
I mean the publicist and creative Luis Carrasco, ideologist of the Bernabéu banner, but in no case author of the phrase in question, the one that, they say, launched Laporta’s candidacy into orbit. When Laporta bought the brilliant idea from Carrasco, the publicist suggested a phrase that the fun-loving candidate considered weak, weak, light.
The phrase in question was “a great team needs a great rival”. Who knows, maybe Laporta judged that that slogan was too complimentary for the whites and pulled out of his sleeve (everything, everything, passes through his hands) the winning phrase: “Want to see you again”.
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Days, weeks, months, years, seasons later, Laporta will sit, next Sunday, in an ideal seat for his size to see how his team enjoys taking on Real Madrid, which, last Wednesday, he did, just like Atlético , one of the best games of the last ten years.
It goes without saying that it is a classic and anything can happen, even Real Madrid trying to pimp Barça and leaving the party shorn. At first glance, there doesn’t seem to be any color. It all depends, in my opinion, on whether Real Madrid wants to do harm or simply opts to win, period.