Even the one itself, Athletic

With morale in complete collapse, Athletic play the halfway point of the season tomorrow at Iruña, ravaged by casualties. Against Girona he touched the ridiculous. Even Valle-Inclán can’t improve it. Everything that could go wrong did. The European train, instead of getting closer thanks to the other results of the teams involved, is moving away, perhaps permanently. Ironically, of course, I will tell you that I still think we are close to the Champions League, about a hundred kilometers down the A-8. And forgive me for joking, but my spirit is depressed.

The Athletic aspect of these types of major matches is something that will be dealt with in the Fourth Millennium. I do not see Iker Jiménez with arrests to investigate esotericisms of this caliber. Even a ufologist cannot find explanations. It’s simple disbelief: disbelief in the coach, or the president, or the franchise players.

Sancet will begin negotiating his contract this week. I don’t think he was even arrested to ask for a raise. And we can say the same about Iñaki, Muni, Vesga and half a dozen others, who saved the goalkeepers and Berenguer. An Athletic who worked as an alchemist, with the ability to turn gold into myrrh.

And I never forget the evil eye that haunts the team. Two own goals in half an hour, mediating a double carambola among rojiblancos players, deserve a case of demonic occultism to be dealt with by the divine see. And what about the four injured in 90 minutes; Or a goal disallowed for some VAR line thrown that way…

90% of the fault lies with the lions, of course, who jumped onto the field stupidly. They attended the first goal as mere spectators and offered endless wrapped gifts to their rival, which is not a weapon, it’s true, when it comes to companionship.