Soccer has no memory. Only a few months have passed, and on El Chiringuito, Florentino Pérez's favorite show, they've already started targeting Barça's "kids."
"The problem is Yamal. A guy who puts on the top hat... The coach is afraid because he can't leave the team in the hands of teenagers."
These are the words of an agitated Jorge D'Alessandro, who no longer remembers that a group of "kids" made Real Madrid look ridiculous last year. He forgot about the four Clásicos won and the three titles claimed.
"This is professional soccer and you have to put it in the hands of men, not kids"
"This is professional soccer and you have to put it in the hands of men. You can't put kids in charge of leading a group. You have to put gentlemen with judgment and personality."
"I agree with Flick, I didn't like Barcelona's match. I didn't like it in Mallorca, where they didn't have the personality to score eight. I didn't like it against Levante."
"You're talking to me about the extras in the movie. This is an editorial for Jugones."
Jorge D'Alessandro said all this, shouting frantically as if his life depended on discrediting Barça.
He did it very well. The problem is that D'Alessandro's credibility is at rock bottom. So is his lack of memory.
With kids, teenagers, who aren't men as he wants, Barça played four Clásicos against Real Madrid a few months ago.
The memory of sociological Madridism is selective
Four victories, with humiliating thrashings and a festival of play. All that with teenagers. But the memory of sociological Madridism is selective and they only remember what suits them.
Those "teenage kids" have credit because they've earned it on the field. Drawing a match after two wins in three rounds isn't enough to start a revolution.
That's what they'd like, for Fermín to have left. For Lamine Yamal to get lost and for Cubarsí, Balde, Gavi, Gerard Martín, or Casadó to drop their level.
The "kids'" punishments in last year's four Clásicos still sting
Real Madrid, with its foreign men, ended up empty-handed against Barça's kids last year. That still stings. It's better to stir things up to see if they can change the dynamic from the studios by generating bad vibes.
Fortunately, as seen at Vinícius's Ballon d'Or, what is said on El Chiringuito stays there, it doesn't go any further. It's the result of the opinion of four radicals who represent no one but themselves.
Long live the homegrown teenage kids. Barça has always done well with a majority of homegrown youngsters. Guardiola and his sextuple know this well.