Against Valencia, a matter of expectations

I need to vent, I admit it. Opinions we all have, like asses, although the first ones are more varied -at first sight, at least-. And expectations, too, before any matter in life, and each one very different, by the way. Look if not at the law firm that hired Albert Rivera, and now fires him for poor performance. Or to the PP of Castilla y León, who promised them roaming freely like a wild pig in a macro-farm, with an absolute majority in their polls.

Can you imagine Peter Lim’s expectations when he bought Valencia? It’s crack. He is a billionaire with 2,500 million dollars in his pocket. Bored of making a living with palm oil in Singapore, he arrives at the banks of the Turia and bets on football. He has been leading the che for five years now. Will you have nothing more fun to do than give Bordalás a template?

For the sake of football, entertainment, health, I hope they both go to the Singapore league. On Thursday I did not enjoy a second of the match. I even remembered Estanislao Figueras -from Argote, too-, president of the First Republic, who left his post after announcing to the Assembly that he was fed up. “Gentlemen, I’m going to be frank: I’m fed up with all of us!” He released the respectable man and exiled himself to France.

When the spoiler Munuera blew the whistle at the end of the game, I felt the same as Figueras. He was fed up with Bordalás, his stingy attitude, his wooden face, the roughness of his equipment, his pose before the press, his prescription glasses.

That a muddy team in the descent play that, I admit it, but a Valencia… Pathetic. Hopefully, in Mestalla, we give them what is theirs, for the good of all. There, you may have to propose something else.