Barça and the left

In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm from Barça and the left, despite what they both mean in the 21st century.

Barça and the left

In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm from Barça and the left, despite what they both mean in the 21st century. And this is not the best time to face it, frankly. Right now in Spain being blue and red is the closest thing to being a loser. But it is precisely in these moments of anguish, of disappointment, that I feel most proud of my faithfulness.

Let no one be confused. I'm not saying Barça is on the left, eh. It is difficult to find a member of the Communist Party of the Peoples of Spain in his board. Neither at Barça nor at any other club in the League. I also don't want to associate Real Madrid with the right, God forbid. I have great friends, Paco Frutos voters, who have been calling me every day since City Day to sing me “Cómo no te voy a querer”.

I will try to explain why this show of pride right now, when life is not smiling on us. Today, as the whole planet lives surrendered to the minutes of the Bernabeu discount, the spirit of Juanito, the magic of Benzema and the "Vamos Real hasta el final", it is necessary to highlight what it has meant to live in the shadow of this wild team. And that we have survived. Who would have endured this siege? Other major European clubs, such as Bayern, Juve and Liverpool, meet Madrid once in a while. But not us. For 120 uninterrupted years we have lived together and fought against this machine of competition, with that homicidal instinct and that inability to surrender. Victory belongs to them and the easiest thing would have been to disappear into the shadow of the beast. But not only has it not been so, we have even won them sometimes. Although to score we needed to give fifty touches to the ball. A goal on Barça's counterattack can put you on the bench at The Hague Tribunal.

And what's left of it? Well, I think that, like Barça, the Spanish left has lived in the shadow of another savage team, the Spanish right. The left has a lot to gain, to win, to get a huge mobilization, and its voters are so small that if the rulers do not comply with the electoral program, they may not vote in the next election.

On the Spanish right, there may be a pickle like the one that Ayuso put on Casado, but Feijóo comes out in the middle of the Galician fog and, in two months, a chipped-out cure. Meanwhile, the left is bleeding, mounting a candidacy for unity in Andalusia. There are true virtuosos conjugating the verb split. Judea's Popular Front gag on Brian's Life fell short.

No wonder the right-wingers are so nervous when they lose. As much as they mount an uprising to you as they pass the legislature talking about illegitimate government. “How do you want those bricks to rule? If power belongs to us. And Spain too ”.

As a good left-wing columnist, today he should have given birth to Pablo Iglesias, Yolanda Díaz and the mother who gave birth to them. Because for self-destructive, we. But no. It was time to talk about the miracle of survival. Every time Barça wins a Champions League, it is an exceptional fact. Every time the left unites, it is a supernatural phenomenon that neither Comet Halley. Things are frankly wrong. Another left-wing coalition government is terrorizing those who always win. That's why they go so far. That's why they are in such a hurry. That’s why we have to hold on, prepare for the year ahead and avoid shows like the Andalusian. That at this step the "Yes you can" will only serve to encourage the champion Carlos Alcaraz, Madrid, of course.


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