Barcelona fans have reason to be optimistic: president Joan Laporta is not going to let the referees pass one more time, as he warned on Sunday at the Santiago Bernabeu. There are no images of the events, and it's a shame because one imagines the maximum Barca president pounding on the door of the arbitration booth to defend what is his, which is ours. A glass of Sovereign!
The braid Sánchez Martínez, not to be confused with Franco Martínez, the best dick in Murcian arbitration, limited himself to leaving a record in the minutes of the visit, in terms of an unexpected irruption of the mother-in-law on a marital stormy Sunday "requesting explanations in a reiterated about some situations of the match”. As expected, neither gave them nor will any referee at the end of a game.
The impetuous reaction of the president of FC Barcelona can be sanctioned with 602 euros, in accordance with article 133 of the disciplinary code. In view of the economic situation of the club and that no one on the board stopped the president -a bad sign!-, his thing would be to negotiate an ad hoc sponsorship, either from Soberano, the gentlemen's floor of El Corte Inglés or the disco Luz de Gas, refuge for the happy Barcelona fan, in order to collect the sum without the need for basins.
The episode may seem anecdotal, inconsequential or painful but it says a lot about why – knowing him – Laporta won the elections with ease: he embodies populism, more present in the political world than in the football world, the reverse of yesteryear. While many Barcelona fans mentioned the "robbery" of Madrid in the chats –if there was a robbery, it was for small change–, the president went straight to the referee's booth, as in the best times of regional football of the 20th century.
Put to have fun, make friends and look for goats -the season promises-, President Laporta should be advised to try other formulas to relate to the arbitration establishment, lest it aggravate a clearly improvable relationship. In the CE Europe we had presidents who invited the referees to lunch and showed them the most advanced home appliances... I know this smells like mothballs but the positive spirit of the experience –then called trinque– should prevail over the ardor, the impulsiveness and the possibility that in Madrid they always want to see us for that to have a laugh.
If FC Barcelona ends up being acquired by some providential fund –we've tried everything!–, it would be convenient not to degrade the brand too much, lest we end up cutting off the hot water in the Camp Nou arbitration locker room.
