The mourning of the hopeless: when mediocrity dresses up
There they are, like two students who failed all their subjects but insist on getting the “best attendance” medal. Manchester United and Tottenham, those teams that in the Premier League seemed determined to demonstrate that football is, in fact, an unpredictable (or simply bad) sport, will face each other in the Europa League Final. Because, of course, what better way to redeem a pathetic season than by winning a secondary title?
The Red Devils, that club that previously inspired terror and now inspires pity, arrive with the label of favorites. Not because of its current brilliance, but because of that British habit of clinging to the past as if it were a lifeline. “They’ve won things before, so…why not now?” seems to be the mantra. Christian Elguea, narrator of Fox Sports México, said it with the delicacy of someone trying to sell a used car: “Manchester United has experience in recent finals… although in the Premier it has gone like a fair.” What a consolation.
The battle of the sunken: when the 16th and the 17th think they are great
Meanwhile, the Spurs, those perennial contenders for nothing, sit 17th in the League of England, with an impressive “we almost got relegated, but regretted it halfway” record. United, for its part, is one step above (oh, glory!), demonstrating that in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Of course, both share the same dream: to lift a European trophy to hide the smell of failure that emanates from their statistics.
The match promises to be a feast of contradictions. On the one hand, Heung-min Son, the man who carries Tottenham on his back as if he were a modern martyr. On the other hand, Bruno Fernandes, that player who alternates between genius and ghost, depending on whether the moon is in its first quarter or not. According to Elguea, they both have leadership, although one suspects that “leadership” here means “putting up with your companions without losing your sanity.”
So prepare yourselves for a show where the only certainty is that someone will be champion… and the rest of the world will wonder: “Were these two really the best?”
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