Lucho will fall while wearing boots

I like Lucho, I admit, and not because he is frank as a “streamer” who reveals that if he were not Asturian he would like to be Basque, now that almost all of us are philosophers, but because I like him. character.

Luis Enrique is not one to flinch at the slightest mishap, nor is he in the face of the greatest. He was brave, brave as a bull. The more they bite, the more it goes to the rag. As a player, that’s how it is. It didn’t wrinkle. He doesn’t mind leaving the meringues to succeed in Barcelona. “Let them scratch,” he must have thought. And in the capital, still stung, many are not forgiven, no matter how hard it rains.

As an international, and as one of Javi Clemente’s gladiators -one of his teachers- he has already shown the nitroglycerin running through his veins. No one will forget his bloodied face as he chased the referee and Tassotti, his unpunished attacker, on that fateful summer afternoon at Foxboro Stadium in Boston, in the quarterfinals of the USA 94 World Cup. That rekindled the anger of the Spanish.

The Asturian -he is not yet naturalized Basque- is a man of courage, who can face fifty years with an ironman or survive the death of a daughter, even a woman. As for the four journalists who are busy with him. Some, deep down, in order to get revenge, even want to get rid of Spain. All until the new “Fadrique” succeeds.

With desire, they even pray that our Unai makes an anchovy in one of his controls with his foot and concedes a blushing goal, one of the memes that dominates, and proves that the coach, as they predicted, Oh! It’s wrong. Even so, Lucho will not give up. I know. He will die with his boots on, and most likely, he will die a murder, in the middle of the stage, under the spotlights, never against the stage.