Those days when Yon de Luisa and Funes Mori had to keep quiet

LOS ANGELES – Confirmation of Rogelio Funes Mori as part of the Tri for the Gold Cup, it generated and degenerated into exciting and funny expressions and statements, which are torn between absolute falsehood and tragicomic ridicule.

Disowned by River Plate fans (“And Funes Mori missed her …”), revered by Monterrey fans, with 11 appearances by Rayados on the field without him scoring a goal, the Twin turned out to be more Mexican than nopalitos with eggs, in guajillo sauce.

But, before we get into his sentimental and blackmailing homilies, let’s go where the sow twisted her tail in the most horrifying way.

What would you expect the president of the Mexican Soccer Federation to declare after the non-Papal blessing, but “Tatal” from Gerardo Martino to Funes Mori? What would you demand from a character, intelligent, tanned, diligently molded by Emilio Azcárraga Jean?

I present two statements to you. One is unreal, and the other is so unrealistic that it can only be developed in the head of a Mexican manager.

Option Number 1: “Hopefully we will have many naturalized players tomorrow who will win on the court that possibility of being called up. A capable player will be welcome in this selection ”.

Option number 2: “We only have to work seriously, to seek, promote, support and train our own forwards, so that a football that respects itself is self-sufficient, and has not one, but several options for the national coach ”.

If you chose the second expression, you deserve a passport, all paid, to the amazing world of Alice in Wonderland, with special accommodation in the gigantic mushroom where the blue caterpillar rests smoking on a hookah. You have a candor that borders on stupidity.

And if you chose the first manifestation, according to the model of what is, has been and will be, a president of the FMF, you are evil, Machiavellian and Mephistolically correct. That was Yon de Luisa’s statement to TUDN.

It thus reveals that from the perspective of Mexican managers, mostly addicted to laziness and improvisation, they prefer to buy rubble than to train players. What laziness!

De Luisa simply opens the door to all poachers, like Funes Mori and his predecessors, to raid places in the national team.

Jorge Vergara once said it well: “Chivas is more Mexican than the Mexican team.” Irrefutable.

The Funes Mori thing is touching. Of course, since he knows that he cannot get on a First Class flight to the World Cup in Qatar, with Argentina, he tries to hitch a ride, almost backpacking, because there is no more, in the spurious world of Concacaf, with the Mexican team, Directed by his countryman Gerardo Martino.

Now it turns out that El Mellizo, who assures that the spicy is already hard, which must be corroborated with a cake drowned only in chili, or a Yucatecan dressing with habanero chili, already rehearses, according to Monterrey versions, the National Anthem, so less so as not to make a colossal ridicule like that of Pablo Montero, and even to sing it, almost in the original cadence as Angela Aguilar did.

But, in internal statements to Rayados TV, he left a tasty snack to delight himself with.

“The moment they handed me the role, I felt like one more Mexican and I almost cried, because it is a country that has given me everything … I believe that in another life I was Mexican, I lived a long time in the United States and (with) the people who go to the other side to live better. Mexico has given me everything, “said El Mellizo.

And advised by someone, more with a desire to harm him than to help him, he released the following piece for the museum of blackmailing melodramas: “As Chavela Vargas says, Mexicans are born where (‘we feel like it’) … there you guys complete the sentence ”.

It can be seen, without a doubt, that there are days in which some characters, perched on the swaying and unstable platform of protagonism, should be more cautious – not to demand intelligence – when opening their mouths, although, surely, you will conclude in that there are also days, in which some tundeteclas we should not write blogs.