After seven years of waitingtoday, at around seven thirty in the afternoon, the signing of Kylian Mbappé by Real Madrid for the five upcoming seasons. Everything that surrounds this footballer is excessive, everything. Very ornate. Rococo. Baroque. I imagine it’s like that with all extraordinary athletes, and he is. Come on, I can’t imagine, I know. Everything was excessive with Maradona and Cristiano. Also with Messi. It was excessive with Michael Jordan. And with Tiger Woods. It is excessive with Mbappé. Today, as he said, at around seven thirty in the afternoon the signing was announced most anticipated…due to delay. Because the wait generates expectation and the longer it lasts, the more expectation it generates. Desire increases. The illusion grows. Also frustration. It’s like a long journey coming to an end. Today that journey has come to an end. The retained illusion was so great that I suppose that at half past seven in the afternoon it had overflowed… but, as Ancelotti would say, but…
But… Mbappé needs Real Madrid more right now than Real Madrid needs Mbappé. The story was different 7 years ago, and 5 years ago, and 3 years ago. Today Kylian sees how his flower, which is not eternal, withers, and looks for someone who knows how to water it better and with greater success. Real Madrid is a nutrient for Mbappé, vitamin C, fertilizer for a footballer who has been losing luster for 5 years in a team whose initials could perfectly be those of an insecticide, PSG. Surely Real Madrid will be better with one of the best, I have no doubt about that, but it is a fact that Mbappé arrives in a locker room with players who have won six Champions Leagues in ten years. To improve that, Kylian will have to contribute to conquering seven by 2035.
Charles Chaplin He said that life is a drama in a short shot that becomes a comedy when the shot becomes general. Maybe it wasn’t so important that Mbappé left us Madridistas hanging in the balance. It is possible that I place too much importance on principles. Maybe the shield doesn’t matter so much nor is it relevant to defend the memory of those fantastic players who signed their contracts blank. Maybe I’m getting older and today everything is Tik Tok and Tik Tik and Tak Tak. If I focus closely on that unfortunate afternoon in May 2022, with the Parc des Princes standing up insulting my team, the matter takes on dramatic overtones. If, on the other hand, I expand the map until it becomes general, I observe that Florentino has just brought in one of the two or three best players on the planet for an amount of money that, taking into account the current times, is laughable.
The turtle is here. And, as his nickname indicates, he has reached the pace of a turtle, which is a slow, rhythmic pace, just the opposite of what he exhibits on the field. The first to congratulate him was Vinicius junior. The second has been Rodrygo. That forward could be the best in the world next year. And we will have to see what she says in her first appearance before the media. But for me, and greatly respecting Chaplin’s opinion, who was a genius, that May still hurts me more than it makes me happy this June, I’m still trapped in time, waiting. Waiting for the explanation.
2024-06-03 19:27:16
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