In recent days, Álvaro Morata has been a victim of all the mockery for his lack of success in the face of goal, the stigma that haunts the strikers, a position without half measures, without grays, where you are a God or a villain. Or both throughout a game, prone to deep analysis of the fans in general who do not last more than 30 seconds.
In a country where most talent is concentrated in humor and the demand is focused exclusively on the neighbor, with hardly any examinations of conscience, it was to foresee the teaching, which, on the other hand, speaks well of the psychological strength of the Juventus striker who continues to show his face there, fighting every ball and assuming the responsibility of shooting penalties if necessary.
But don’t be fooled. Put yourself in front of a mirror and it will be reflected in it. The journalist who has written this editorial makes mistakes, something inherent in the human being. You, like Álvaro, have also failed at times. Or every day. And surely he has not only made mistakes in his work. It has then dragged them in behavior to other areas of society. To his family. To lose the papers. To yell at colleagues. Morata is better than you at that. That eats brown in silence.
It is abominable to hear that a failure on a soccer field has resulted in wishes for the death of their children as denounced in El Partidazo de COPE. Or bullying six-year-olds. What will be next? Unfortunately the history of football is full of threats due to failures. And, don’t forget, there was also a dead man: Andrés Escobar.
Football can be a galvanizer of passions, but there are also limits. More than five years ago, in South America, a phrase became famous that said that “a country that demands more from a footballer than from its politicians is doomed to mediocrity.” Now, adapting it to the case of Morata, if Spanish society demanded half of what is asked of 9 de La Roja, this country would go off the map.