Tuesday, July 22, 2008

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Beijing 2008

are just seventeen days to begin this year, sporting events that have shaped our country's athletes (Tour and Giro Accountant, Wimbledon and Roland Garros Rafael Nadal Final Gasol's NBA, European Football Championships all ...) We will experience a euphoric effect brutal, hypocritical as some dyes few, but before talking about it, let the euphoria .

I'm not a journalist, not pretend to be, I'm just expressing my opinion sobe this topic. Now we live in a time when the media speak of a "golden age" of English sport, a triumphant ending bordering the grotesque, is that ... there was a guy named Indurain who shone, like lamp with own autonomous light on the asphalt French, Italian and English? "There was a young surnamed Santana made history for our country on the tennis courts? Was not there perhaps a pilot named Angel Nieto, who left everyone stunned by the way they drive? We now live embedded in a kind of triumphalism surprising, and we have not done anything that would not have done it years ago, all these athletes who now monopolize covers, talks to the press (yes even the pink!) And are objects odes and epics, not many months ago were nothing more than ragged outcasts, slaves of money and mercenaries who did not feel dirty colors, unable to win anything, and now ... Now they are Gods and Spain is once again the glorious Armada (that he sent the second Philip to invade England), to which no one can stop and that will dominate global sport. Put a stop to this strange proceeding, a proceeding in which the media of this country marked the tempo, stir up and depressed when necessary, they dare to speak of sensationalism in the British sporting press who dare to look them over his shoulder, with air of pride and they laugh, they do not see the same thing. Hamilton is not a monster, and neither is Ferdinand, or a blessed (and this is just one of many examples there). Let's be sane before, for months, our athletes were not the dirty mercenaries were saying, and have never been nor will be, sometimes wrong, sometimes succeeds in forcefully, sometimes fortune turns away and other Goddess smiles. But neither are these gods that lead us to our golden age, are just an exceptional group of people, as there have been in the past and there will be nothing above the ordinary and normal.

Let us talk about the Olympics, now with this euphoria that we have in the body, we dare to say that Spain is going to dress in gold, that Spain will be the big winner in Beijing, I say all this of course by inertia, they do not actually know who the Abián Pablo, Raquel Corral, Juan Antonio Ramos, Daniel Morillo ... And a long list of names that joke or associate their disciplines. We have never seen a Judo fighter, never a archery competition, we do not know what the softball and have the "noses" to say that we will be champions, we're in the golden age and we are unstoppable. It just disgusts me to see the triumphalism that covers this event, when thousands of athletes each year have to leave their discipline because nobody looks for them, and some have to live, where elite athletes such as David Cal (Olympic champion) he comes to terms the money to compete and live. Because this is the true reality of our sport, this is the true face you have, and this is the true face having people feel we can not participate something that not even support, let us not be hypocrites, we're not that little boy that goes from Madrid because he earns a lot, we are consistent.

I hope if only a little, this little article I've done some thought to where we are, or where we want to go. We have it all and that can not be, if Raul takes what comes, obviously there will be no money to live even close Javier Llana and was lucky he could still come, because the Juan Pérez de la Calle will have been to throes of what could have been but was not, because of money they do not have, because of that while they try to get away we look the other way, and then every four years demand results.

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