There are things that seem unable to change in our football. The irregularity of the teams that compete in the monopolistic Liga MX, for
There are things that seem unable to change in our football. The irregularity of the teams that compete in the monopolistic Liga MX, for example, is truly amazing (but, if you think about it, it is not necessarily a bad thing and even an element that could, perhaps, contribute to the attractiveness of the show).
Imagine, on the contrary, a competition overwhelmed by the same as always, as in Spain (the Real Madrid-Barça duopoly is unbeatable, although occasionally Atleti rears its head or Sevilla pretends to have size) or in Germany (football territory conquered in perpetuity by FC Bayern München) and that, in the case of the clubs that play in the United Mexican States, the trophies for the winners of the short tournaments will invariably be disputed by América and, let’s say, Tigres (in this personal fantasy of hegemonic teams My Chivitas no longer appear, what the heck, much less that hopelessly bipolar Blue Cross that we have been seeing on the courts).
It would be a football like that of the great powers of world football but, look, it would no longer have that component – the Mexican identity, we could say – that makes it totally unpredictable, random, inconsistent and uncertain. A police novel or a suspense movie, come on. And a real gift for bookmakers, by the way.
Program hosts and former coaches recycled into sports commentators always claim that the football played in these payments is unique and unrepeatable. The American-Mexican player would have absolutely original characteristics and for this reason the soccer community of this country rejects, on principle, the technical directors who come from abroad to take the reins of El Tri: “they do not know Mexican soccer”, say the fans, a and again.
And, yes, so special and so unique is Mexican football that it has not raised its head for decades, even though the famous “fifth game” that we must achieve in the World Cup appears on the map drawn by the directors, something like a mighty national achievement. And this has happened, and continues to happen, with coaches of all backgrounds and origins, from the Scandinavian Sven-Göran Eriksson to the very Aztec Hugo Sánchez, through the Argentine Ricardo La Volpe and the Colombian Juan Carlos Osorio (the most extravagant of everyone, with the fact that the scheme changed in each game).
As far as the aforementioned Liga Mx is concerned, the topic at the top of the table gives the impression of responding, at the moment, to a certain logic. But, let’s see, how do you explain the fact that León, Atlas (the recent two-time champion, neither more nor less) and Cruz Azul are splashing around in the swamp of the last places?
And, well, Mrs. Supreme National Selection of Patabola does not delude even the most deluded: they do not win when they play nice and they lose when they play awful. Well, what else can we say…