Trigger story

expensive Luis Enrique: we messed up. But the person responsible for the resounding failure is you. For the theft of world to the fans, to those who follow you and to those who hate you, to some madridistas who are now smiling because they are waiting for you; for not allowing your players to become enemies; for kidnapping them in a fictional bubble; for making us believe that our choice is dazzling; for clipping the wings of a flying team; for changing actors in the middle of the function; for suggesting a cloying and unbearable football; for breaking tiquitaca into a wretched tactical variety; for us to believe what we saw before Costa Rica this is the beginning of the promised land; for kicking us out of paradise without a second thought. Because of being wrong and continuing to make mistakes. Because when we thought about ecstasy, you pulled the trigger on us. For unbearable and hateful retreat. How to forget the purpose of Morata a Japanese, beginning of the end! The goalkeeper for the grapes, the center-backs for the harvest and the 9 Spain King of Rising sun… From there, the abyss. Have you asked your players that instead of forcing one-on-one play to just ‘pa’trás’? Corner kicks – counted in the lack of ambition – favorably ended up at the feet of First Simon, unbearable repetition of the play. You gave oxygen to the Japanese and made Moroccans heroes. You teach penalty shooters and you forget to tell them to shoot without fear, anger, conviction, like their rivals. Three shots, three misses. This is not intentional. In this process of controlled demolition, you give meaning to the term frustrate: “Dissolve the trust that was placed in someone or something.” We trust you, your ideas, which you change casually, like players, until the final disaster. Struggled, your bad. Yes, sir.