It may be life itself, I don’t doubt that perhaps our society has no problem admitting and even flattering certain types of characters who, honestly, seem to me, simply, soccer brokers, mercenaries. Yes, true, mercenaries also have the right to live, to survive and even convince, every now and then, those in charge (and a lot), seducing them with their talk and, probably, even convincing them, before they hire them again. , that the bankruptcy of the Real Mallorcaor the current crisis of Valenciaor whatever comes in a few months to the Barçait wasn’t his fault.
I have seen that the ineffable Mateu Alemany He keeps using his cell phone and contacting all those journalists, grateful stomachs as the ‘Butane’whom he smeared daily with a multitude of rumors, signings, sales and other operations, wherever he was, so that, in payment for so many exclusives and jokes, they would keep him alive, with the free sign.
And now, that, for the moment, he is out of work, he keeps suggesting that they throw him into the spotlight, keep him in the window and shine him in the showcase to see if anyone, no matter who, not even the position, nor much less where, even if the salary, hires him.
He is already very rich
They say that Alemany has one of the ten best penthouses in Mallorca, in the same neighborhood as the great Hector Cuper, close to Palma, with a swimming pool, paddle tennis court, guard, who is much more than a doorman, and 400 euros per month in community fees. That lawyer who showed up one day at the offices of the Real Mallorcahand in hand with the president Miquel I answeredand ended up being the owner.
Given her varied career, Alemany is the bride at the wedding, the child at the baptism and the dead at the funeral. She has been everything and he has always won, always, even when he has lost, well, at that moment, the grateful ones have kept him afloat. Alemany has been owner, general director, president, football director, sports director, agent… of whoever and wherever.
Mateu Alemany doesn’t care about being the owner of Mallorca, the sporting director of Barça, the manager of Aston Villa, or the president of the Spanish Football Federation. He believes he is useful for everything.
It hasn’t stopped appearing in the media for days. Always alive. Always ready. So much so that he survived, okay, yes, for a few months, but he survived, the greatest daring (yes, daring is in quantity) that can be carried out in the shameful world of football: being the boss of Barça, he dared to advertise that he I wanted the Aston Villahe even traveled to Birmingham and, then, after the signing was frustrated (who knows why!), he was even forgiven for Joan Laporta. Live to see.
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Now he has just launched his hounds to investigate, from the newsrooms of the newspapers, radio stations, television stations and the offices of the territorial federations (for this last mission he has his faithful friend Pep Samsoin front of the Balearic Federation), what are the chances of being the next president of the Royal Spanish Football Federation. His chest is full of medals, but there is still room for many more: Real Madrid, Atlético, Federación, Liga, UEFA, FIFA… that’s why news about him never stops appearing, which he himself promotes and never denies.
personal friend of Florentino Perezwhose job offer when he was in the ‘Mallorca’ It helped him get a better contract Antonio Asensio; personal friend of Javier Tebaswith whom he prepared an anti-Villar candidacy for the Federation and a personal friend of Gil Marinwho is associated in the not-too-distant future (if the Federation thing doesn’t work out, of course), Alemany, the man who signs up for a baptism and, immediately, makes communion, waits, while he reviews the films of Torrentthat some big fish takes the many hooks that the fleet of grateful people is scattering through the press, radio and television.