The farce of the VIP Super League it has ended with an unexpected victory, at least for the oligarchs of the pharaonic project. The people have won by a landslide. At least in England, where fans – much more than clients and subjects, as the megalomaniacs of the shed presuppose them – have ignited the definitive rebellion, the shock wave that has sent those who for a few hours believed the jet set of football. An undeniable popular victory: no matter how rich you are, football is ours, our ancestors and future generations, fans anchored decade after decade by a feeling of almost tribal nature. A perpetual bond with the club of a lifetime, with the flag team of this or that city, of this or that country. Look at you, we don’t care about the owner as long as the game is ours. They rectified in the Premier and there was no adhesion of the Bundesliga and the French Ligue 1. Finally, Europe closed the way to the reverie of Florentino Pérez and Andrea Agnelli, to whom the overwhelming inner echo of Real Madrid and Juventus did not serve as locomotive outside its borders. Meanwhile, Barça crouched waiting for any financial kick that allows it to remove cobwebs from the box.
Before, it was understood by politicians like Boris Johnson and Emmanuel Macron, with more demonstrative sense than those who tried to proclaim themselves the sole and exclusive owners of the show. Presidents, sheiks and investors who do not understand that they can take over a club, but not buy football. Former players such as Karl-Heinz Rummenigge and Uli Hoeness, Bayern rectors who have been opposed from the beginning to convert football into autarky, know this well. Or Pep Guardiola, contrary to that ultra-capitalist idea of ignoring the backbone and transversal essence of a game based on meritocracy. An unparalleled motor of emotions, whether in a suburban neighborhood or in a distinguished capital. Soccer is not played on Wall Street or in the JP Morgan boardroom.
The miscalculation of this stronghold of dignitaries of financial power has been enormous. In the first place, by believing that money makes them invulnerable. Only with the checkbook in front of them they launched to decree a project that was not completely tied. Not much less, it is in sight. With many, many underlying reasons, the European Cup reset ideologues lacked a transparent, concise and persuasive dictation. And, of course, not elitist. There are plenty of arguments to put UEFA and FIFA in check, more predisposed as entities to collect foreign funds than to get involved with the clubs that support their scaffolding. To those who more than once torpedo with impossible calendars or tax trade obstacles with a single benefit of their own.
It is time for the clubs, all of them, to have more voice and vote. If UEFA does not loosen its siege to the first players in this industry, let it manage its Eurocup and the clubs its Champions. It happened in its day with the federations. Whether it was LaLiga, the Bundesliga or the Premier, football understood that the time had come for the employer’s self-management to the detriment of the federative entities. But this time it was not a question of unanimously becoming independent from UEFA to create a European professional league. The 12 powerful dissidents pretended to close the table of a poker game, only with some charitable invitations on a whim. It would have been enough to present an ecumenical plan for the poor, the rich and the middle class. A football for everyone, better for everyone.
It is not possible to appeal to the economic “ruins”. It is paradoxical that those who inflated the galactic market like nobody else, that those who camouflage their status as club-states or those who have infinitely enlarged the safe of intermediaries now seek to relieve the treasury at the cost of leaving those who do not believe in the gutter. of his divine condition. With the people, be it Brighton, Crotone or Eibar, there is no negotiation. You can turn your back on all UEFA in this world, but not on the stands. And it is already shocking that the most angry protests were from the fans Chelsea and Liverpool, two of the entities accepted in that Super League of the tailcoat.
After the mess it is easy to distinguish the heartbeat of these days in the bowels of Stamford Bridge, Anfield: no football understood those poor rich men beaten by the people.