I know you had a party with Charlie Brownalthough he, with this Barca that we have, do not have much to celebrate either but, well, the Champions is the Champions. Next year’s, well this year’s, you know, looks white, again, don’t you see. Yes, yes, I know you know how those with the shirt, the shield and the brotherhood of the straw are winning, but, boss, this is what it is. Nothing has changed.
The fact is that I have complied and that you know that the great Andrewyour capital son, and Mylene, that woman who has suffered more from football than she liked it, they have not had to pray even half a prayer. The Elche, your Elche, has been saved. And Andrés, who took, in the pocket of his jacket, several players, sorry, several stars of your Elche button team when he was invited, not long ago, to Elche-Mallorca (what a beating you gave us!), He sent me last night the washap that you have also received from “we are from Primera!” I told him to take your buttons because they would bring him luck.
What an assignment!
It seemed easy, but it has not been. Francisco, that coach that you always said was good because he was handsome, has brought out your team, sorry, the club of your loves, go ahead. Needless to say, that good man knew nothing of the two orders you whispered in my ear when Mylène let me into your room to say goodbye. And now, what the hell are we going to do, Antonio? “Simple: remember me with affection and pray that Elche be saved.”
The first was too easy to be considered a request, a request, an order. You have left a legion of people here who remember you every day and set an example for you, starting with Saezthe director, and a list that, being endless, I shouldn’t even write but that sounds something like Sorolla, Jorba, Garrido, Roig, De la Torre, Carrasco, Guasch, García Miquel, Puyal, Cuní, Pons, Remartínez, Missé, Rusiñol, Vidal-Folch, Besa, Carbonell, Mora, Oppenheimer, Canut…really endless, so that request was too easy. What’s more, I didn’t have to do anything. Of course, everyone is still annoyed, screwed, because you taught them a lot, but you didn’t leave them your memories. “Emilio, those of you who should have known things, know them; the others, let them think what they want & rdquor ;.
Faith in the handsome
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I have to admit that although when you closed your eyes, Elche was 16th, it was saved, we had only played seven games in the League, so you know that Andrés and I (and a few others) have had to push hard, I tell you, few prayers , but, yes, a lot of faith in the handsome ‘mister’ so that, two days from the end, Elche continues among the greats.
I don’t know if that eternal whisper that will always accompany me in my right ear, that inescapable commitment, I must stretch it over the next few years. I’m screwed, boss, and you know it. The rest, to be fondly remembered, is taken care of by hundreds of friends, students, colleagues and good people. There are those who continue to wash their clothes with tears because there are shit, like the one you did to us, that can’t be fixed even with Elche in First Division.