He Doctor Snotlout saw with a heavy heart and a whiskey in his hand, to digest the humiliation, how the Colombians tore us to pieces, and he thought: “Why at all?” Former Fifth Most Popular President in the World (EQPMPDM), instead of baseball, wouldn’t you be passionate about soccer?” You will understand the reason for my musings.
The National Team, in next year’s World Cup, is going to oscillate between unmitigated ridicule, like the one the other day against the Colombians, and a spectacle of mediocrity, like the one yesterday against Ecuador, for one reason: we don’t have players up to the task. There is no raw material. It has been many years since we have produced a single footballer, in a single position, who is not only among the best five, but among the best 15 in the world.
Who could have remedied this disaster? He EQPMPDM. Just as he put a billets al beishe could have put another one in the fut, and entrusted the project to the Army, and relied on the friends of the Bodocons to provide him with everything, and now, just as he left the Guacamayas stadium in Palenque a figurine, we would have Mbappé from Fresnillo, or a Lamine from Tepetitán, or a Haaland from Los Mochis.
But it was not the case, because the EQPMPDM It can’t be in everything either, no don’t screw around, so we will fail. That being said, here your Doctor He is most optimistic because we will once again be the ideal hosts and entertainers of the party, thanks to the well-known Mexican hospitality and, above all, thanks to the fact that our city, the capital, is going to be turned into a Disney castle, but a popular one. We will fail, but only on the field, I assure you, because we are governed by a guarantee: Clarita, the woman of utopias.
The morally defeated opposition expects to see the French team’s truck swallowed by a sinkhole, the Spaniards assaulted by a detachment of rioters, the German truck vandalized by the black block, Brazil unable to reach the stadium due to a CNTE blockade, the Belgians with their shoes soaked in urine from the Benito Juárez bathroom floor.
They are going to hit a wall. My Clarita has already rolled up her sleeves and we will decorate the football festival with a city as smooth as an ice rink, safe as a Scandinavian country and, above all, fraternal, boisterous and sophisticated, with its snack stalls in Reforma, its conchero dances everywhere and its bales of clothes in Bellas Artes.
Anyway, chilangos, we are not going to be proud of ourselves. Again.
@juliopatan09