Sevilla FC Basque’s apology after starring in a friction with Bordals
Martnez Munuera expels Lopetegui.
Ramn NavarroBRAND
Qu hurricane of emotions arouses a football game. Tension, excitement, joy, anger, despair … All gathered in less than two hours in which a little piece of life is lost. And what would be of this life without those two hours. The first thing that comes to mind is send best wishes and a speedy recovery to that star warrior named Lucas Ocampos and that last night he would not have been able to sleep because of the pain, the frustration and that moment of impact on his ankle that his brain repeatedly offers him, in a macabre act of defense of the human being. The more I visualize it, the sooner I put aside the regret and with more anger to start a recovery that will have all those who think and feel in sevillista on edge. An action, that of Djen, which we will continue to see today, feeling the same chill as last night, although in proportion to what happened later in the band, with the hype and cymbal that of brass band to bring along, like that alarm on the famous Island of Temptations that you already know without even watching the program, Ocampos’ injury will be in the background. Or third. All this makes it possible for us to forget which player got the red.
Why Julen Lopetegui lost his nerve. There are few things in life more simple, humane, and correct than that of ask for forgiveness when one has not risen to the occasion. Now we will stop at them and at the anger of the Sevilla coach. But first things first. Let’s rewind. Julen had attended the entire scene. Like one of those movies that you have seen repeatedly and in a moment of it you have the need to change, not to watch, because they cause you pain or embarrassment, which is sometimes even worse. See how your player couldn’t get up, they put him on the stretcher and put an earth-colored blanket on him. White silence on one side, bluish fuss on the other. The captain, the one expelled, was hugging his companions one by one like the costalero who says goodbye to the gang. All in silence. With the fear for the health of Ocampos that was breathed in the environment. “They destroyed my leg”he said with Lopetegui between tears. The technician’s brain made an emotional ‘click’. Saw Bordals coming and could not contain himself. Sure it was not good. But the humanity of his reaction has been felt by almost all of us. Insurance. That I myself have experienced the sensation of throwing my son’s plastic lunch box (already without the sandwich) to another who has given him three unexpectedly shoves playing in the schoolyard. And that I consider myself temperate.
We all have the right to make mistakes. But very few recognize it.Don Julen Lopetegui Argote.
One of ours. https://t.co/6s7o1YHFQo
? Monchi (@leonsfdo) February 6, 2021
Julen acted incorrectly. And Bordals took the opportunity to say that he had felt attacked. Poor. That he had a brush with half the fellow professionals is just pure chance. A stingray in the water. I love as a coach, because he brings out what he doesn’t have of his own, but he has everything else left over. On the grass and on the band. You can’t live on the edge and be a whiner. Double standards should be punished. It cannot always be said that I was in the wrong place and in the wrong place. Because Djen didn’t want to hurt. Sure. But if you play with matches near a curtain, the same thing ever burns you. And returning to the figure of Lopetegui, who with the voice of Feria Thursday, after having searched for an ATM three times in Virgen de Lujn, then MEA culpa. Monchi replied with a resounding: “Julen Lopetegui Agote. One of ours”. One of us.
The yonkigitanizacin of the coach of Sevilla, if it was not already, it has been completed. Today it’s time for him to get some bray of morality from where they kicked his ass. What difference does it make. He has embraced the faith of Sevilla. And that shows. He does not come to be applauded from outside, nor does he want to or (most importantly) care, but to only be applauded from within. Theirs. Hard. In brotherhood. With his players; with those people who from the club ask him every day a little more; and with that hobby that, when approaching the crime scene, It must have been like when Aragorn landed next to Minas Tirith and a cloud of specters left the ship. A hobby that bites for that coach who has earned a preferential place in his little heart and whom he accompanies and defends in the distance. It is not but it is. Because in this soccer pandemic, Julen is not alone. Neither Ocampos. And, of course, Sevilla, who soon go from victim to criminal or executioner (the Bara arrives). It is what has to be from the South of Spain (not from Madrid). And Lopetegui asked for forgiveness. “A Sevilla coach cannot act that way.” By that same way of acting, defending what is yours (ALREADY YOURS), today is more than yesterday. And not half that tomorrow.
