Matador. Will Spain be gored eventually
So, here’s a joke: A tourist in Spain goes into a local restaurant one evening and orders an unintelligibly named Spanish meal. It turns out to be a big, delicious, spicy meat dish, which he consumes with gusto. Then he asks the waiter “Hey, what was in that recipe?”. The waiter answers: “Well, sir, if you must know, It was the testicles of the bull that lost to the matador today in the bullfighting event”. The tourist is taken aback, but nevertheless returns the following evening and orders the same dish. This time, the tourist gets a disappointingly small dish. He eats it, but complains to waiter that the meal was inadequate. “I’m very sorry sir,” says the waiter, apologetically, “but today the bull won…”
LOLs aside, Spain and Barcelona have been compared to a matador: A cruel, patient killer, who is waiting endlessly for the right time to strike elegantly at the weary bull. David Winner has done so brilliantly in “The Blizzard”.
Some might say that their style is boring, but no one can say it’s not Spanish – and very well attached to the Spanish national identity. And besides, how can Vicente del Bosque be blamed for playing with 5 or 6 midfielders when names such as Juan Mata and Javi Martinez didn’t even play one minute this Euro. He has the best playmakers in the world at his disposal and he uses them conservatively but with great effect.
However, the matador can’t win all the time. A massive, fast and furious beast will beat him eventually. And then his Cojones will be served for dinner back in Spain.
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