The World of Christmas carols is about to begin

In the middle of the desert there and the first snowfall here. Enner Valencia put the Sheikhs on fire from the first minute. Spain will start tomorrow with doubts over the players selected, of course by Luis Enrique.

The World Cup has started. While Abel Caballero turned on the lights of Vigo to start Christmas, in a solar in Doha, Morgan Freeman turned on the World Cup. Al Bayat stadium, a kind of huge and luxurious Bedouin tent, exploded with fireworks.

Then, get angry for the sheikhs first. That the FIFA press officer announced his homosexuality, no, man, they did a good job this month. Trouble came in Ecuador, much to the dismay of the locals. No fight.

It was enough to see the face of Félix Sánchez, the Catalan leading the Qataris from the bench, to imagine the anger that one of the princes of the desert would unleash after the disaster in the first 90 minutes. I’m glad I’m not in their shoes knowing how they spend them behind the dunes. And Senegal and the Netherlands remain. Buff.

Tomorrow Spain will debut. For some, the whim of Luis Enrique. You players. No World Cup without spice for La Roja. It’s always a mess. Each Spaniard has his own alignment and each journalist, his personal ambush.

Against Costa Rica, they should win. If they fail to pass the group stage, the Asturian will be raw. If he reaches the semifinals, everyone will say they trusted Tassotti’s sparring partner, of course. For me it’s a risky call, for signature cuisine. There are many youngsters and some, like Busquets, are about to throw in the towel.

We don’t even know the eleven that the trendy ‘streamer’ dreams of in Spain. The truth is that Lucho turned on me, he is a guy with two balls. He will die wearing boots and surrounded by his children. I hope they answer.