The first sequel to the disappearance of the fleeting Super League will be the institutional revenge, against the semifinalist club of the decrepit competition that the unborn came to replace. Florentino will lose the Champions League that he wanted to suppress, because he has fallen with the whole team. The sinking of his Royal Invincible Armada, on the shores of perfidious Albion, takes place with the perplexity that no one would have explained to him that there is a gale called Brexit.
Madrid will pay the bills of its president’s ignorance, both about the significance of Brexit and about the weight of fans that it is used to belittling. The Super League that dies without playing a game will have an impact on the Champions League, as confirmed by the hypocritical reassuring statements of those responsible for the mafia entities that govern football.
England’s football incompatibility with the miserable countries of southern Europe is as big a hoax as the original Brexit. For something UE and UEFA share the root. However, Florentino has conceded an unpayable victory to Boris Johnson through his ignorance, who freely revalidates the continent’s isolation from the United Kingdom. The British Prime Minister has dressed as Elizabeth II, to sing his tear “we must continue to protect our beloved national sport.” None of the clubs it claims to defend respond to British capital, they are in the hands of oligarchs, sheiks and mandarins of the worst kind.
Reviewing the paternalism of those refractory to the Superliga, even those who hate or fear Florentino must regret that he has been trampled by a nauseating wave of sentimentality. As a synthesis, the frightened of the Chinese Milan, under the spice of “being sensitive to the voice of those who love this wonderful sport.”
Florentino’s only salvation consists in stating that, at 74, he was only looking for an irreversible method of detaching himself from all his responsibilities. Great businessmen do not have to translate into excellent politicians, according to Nobel Krugman about the different levers to press in both businesses. However, the president of Madrid has been serving as a white coach for decades, so he had the right to think that he could defeat the fans of the great European clubs.
The Juan Carlos I-style escape by Andrea Agnelli, the nephew of Gianni Agnelli who was a bacchanalian companion of the King of Spain, rounds off the loneliness of a Florentine abandoned even by the Italian vice president of the Super League. The audacity did not go along with the bureaucratic biography of a suarista deputy director general of Infrastructures. His accession to the presidency of Madrid bothered the brothers Juan and Carlos March Delgado, because he presented himself as the owner of ACS who was a simple employee of Juan March’s grandchildren. His worst moment has come with the League at hand and in the semi-finals of the Champions League.
The triumph of nationalism, without any mitigation, must not overshadow the two irremediable economic truths hidden by the popular uprising that has extinguished the Super League. The first axiom states that football clubs are broke. Only the vanity of the box, together with the huge profits of the businesses forged there, justifies the coexistence with the howls of tens of thousands of excited spectators. The second law establishes the decline of traditional capitalism and its wayward brother Marxism. Companies do not belong to their owners, much less to their workers. Customers are the new owners of the economy.