Nor there were those who stopped them. It was difficult to put a goalkeeper down their throats.The death of Lorenzo Sanz He places a generation of volcanic leaders in the rear-view mirror, protagonists of an era in which a call from a Cuéntame-style table telephone unleashed the War of the Worlds. The arrival of mobile phones did not act as a firewall either.They got, responded, replied and fixed a boring afternoon.
Those managers were braking, they were masters of the abuse, they were not afraid of the quotes, but they were able to forget everything after a few days and with few exceptions they became friends with the guy with whom they had broken the doors of the room. They were whiplash to concord, butthey fed hours and hours in the media.
Lorenzo Sanz, white president from 95 to 2000, he worked as a manager next toRamon Mendoza. Sanz chose as an intimate enemyJoan Gaspart: “You need a hat and a cone”. Barca, the ‘password’ of Barcelona for a time, was dispatched as vice president and president against Madrid. Among his occurrences is his mention that “in the Bernabéu who treats me best is the lady with the sinks.” With exquisite treatment, Gaspart said goodbye to his friend: “A Barcelona player like me cries for Lorenzo Sanz.”
The ‘teachers’ of both,José Luis Núñezand Ramón Mendoza did not earn diplomas in language. The azulgrana, one of the visionaries who changed the business of Spanish football, chose Madrid to win a place. I was not Chilean when talking aboutHugo Sanchez: “Attack and spit in every game. If he played for Barça, they would always expel him.” Madrid declared him ‘persona non grata’ after some hurtful words aboutJuanito. Mendoza was not Paolo Maldini when it came to putting up with feints and he replied: “Núñez does not measure up. He spends his life provoking with tacky”.
At the time of memory it is inevitable to resort toJesus Gil, apostle of those chiefs who did not speak for people with monocles. Master of the politically incorrect, he directed Atlético from 1987 to 2003 with an iron syllable. He had a verbal frequency worthy of filling an encyclopedia for everyone. He called Ramon Mendoza “Idi Amin”, but he was also romantic: “If my uncles were me,Futrewould be my boyfriend. “
His successor,Enrique CerezoHe is from another academy, the one in which he mixes mockery with surrealism: “This begins to be the glass that fills the drop of water.”
In the Sevillian waters the canoes found eddies.The era of Lopera and Del Nido was a frequent fire. The Betic leader, with command from 96 to 2006, who renamed the stadium with his name, fought with fencing when speaking of the eternal rival: “In the box of the Pizjuán my advisers are not even offered water.” The sevillista, sevillismo guide from 2002 to 2013, pointed to economist when pointing out that “we will not spend hundreds of millions in signing players who score ten goals in five years. I am not for provincialism.”
In Valencia a president likePaco Roig(1994-97), which in addition to presentingRanieribefore the Press as “Rinaldi”, he coined expressions such as “the plateau” to refer to everything related to Real Madrid and its environment. In order not to lose shape, he recently called “thief” aPeter Lim.
At the other extreme, in Santiago, he became famousJosé María Caneda, the face of Compostela, whom he revolutionized since he arrived in 1988. He starred in a resounding fight with Jesús Gilat the gates of the League headquarters, which did not prevent them from subsequently establishing a solid friendship. Caneda was revolutionary even in speech: “We are between the back and the wall.”
In 2003, with the gallery full of peculiar presidents, it became relevantDmitry Piterman, an entrepreneur who took over the executive power at Racing Santander. Without being a coach, the first thing he did was draw on the board the locker room the scheme with which he was going to play. In a few hours he became famous in Spanish football. His first words were not pacifying. “Van gaalHe is the worst coach there is “or” I used to score goals with my ass as a child, “were some of his announcements to gain notoriety. His Cantabrian adventure, hectic and stormy, lasted a few months, a step prior to his landing in Alavés.
The presidents of the digital age are from another profile. They measure their words more and cover themselves in other spokesmen. It is another story.Gone are those indomitable and impulsive characters. Like Lorenzo Sanz.