We
are happy for the result: 0-3 for Spain (because we are interested in tourism,
mobile telephone companies and RTVE) and in spite of us not understanding
anything about football, we like very much what Julián Ruíz writes in Marca (November
20th).
JULIÁN
RUÍZ THE
LAWN
MOWER
And in the end…apiece
of buffoonery.
I
don't expect Iñaki Sáez to put out his chest and display all his medals.
Hedoesn't
have that kind of arrogance.
But
only his mediocrity, his errors and hislack
of confidence has placed us in a critical
moment of a comedy of situation,
of buffoonery. When Norway turned into the
best offensive auxiliary of the selection,with
two magnificent goals, as if it were a school yardteam,
I started to think how Sáez frightened us, making
us feel panic in front of a team which is a follyand
even more. Players from the best league of the world,what
were they doing in a match with such a rival?
Anyway, on top of it, we have to put a happy Easter's
face and congratulate him. It isoutrageous.
It wasn't cold nor it snowed nor it rainednor
the field was frozen. In the end, a buffoonery, with
Olsen as a clown in front of the spontaneous, because
the match had turned into an absurdity.
With
this result, Sáez has alibis of all sorts, that his
choice was the best, that he had all thought becausehe
sent four players as refreshment -it is the only
theory that can sustain on its own- and that Raúl hadto
take out the selection from this predicament.
The question is written in the wind. And, if he had done it well? I don't understand how Valeron is worth
for heavy fields and is worthless for others.
It
is outrageous to have Reyes sitting on the bench, the
same way as with Barajas and Xabi Alonso. They should always be regular players.
There is nothing better to do than accepting Villar and his
team. We have no other choice. I
can see from here
the crest of ire of Villar, the cock, looking towards Lisbon and singing a
"fado". We really don't know. Norway is better
than salmon, the Vikings are very fierce and Sáezis
a coach as objected as anyone else. But he is a monster.
One
puts on the clown's hat, thinks he will write again about the
Europe Cup and sink into a sleep dreaming the buffoonery
dream of Harlequin.
WE
BRING FORWARD THE ISSUANCE
OF
THE INDIO TO WARN WAKI
EDITORIAL
May
the bull gore you,
may a lightning strike you,
may the train run you over!
Beyond the fact
that we win the match against Norway today (it isn't so difficult to win over
Norway), we want to state in this unforgettable
morning for the Spanish football (13.05 hours), that Iñaki Sáez is much worse
than Clemente (understandably, for the Spanish football selection). At least
Clemente, in shouting, was admitting that he was guilty of something.
We
inform you about the team which has been designed by the sport psychoanalyst
from Cero Group Miguel Oscar Menassa:
Casillas;
Michel Salgado, Helguera, Juan Fran, Albelda, Baraja; Torres, Valerón, Joaquín;
and Raúl.
THE
CREATIVE ARTIST
to
Iñaki Sáez
I
am as if floating
in the pure air of the morning I
don't understand what I'm doing
neither do I believe doing it myself.
Moreover
my beloved tells me almost
every day you
are a genius, my darling, you
resemble God.
Doing
everything even
kissing me for a while
without realising beloved that
you are the champion.
The
champion of kisses, of
quick fucking and
of slow fucking
until dawn.
The
champion of work and
of the beloved party and
everyone knows that
you are a winner.
The
champion of studying of
clear inventions and
of the easy poem for
the people.
But,
my darling, you
should know that
the man who did everything
has changed his being.
That
is why you don't find yourself
nor in life, nor in work, nor
even in bed
when we do those things.
I
am as if floating
in the pure air of the morning I
don't understand what I'm doing neither
do I believe doing it myself.