Waking from a nightmare of almost 20 years, Rafael Gordillo sign your name as the 41st president in the history of Real Betis Balompié. A mandate judicial pushed it a liability, which may not stand out well, but as I said Saramago "memory we have and the responsibility we assume, without memory and without liability may exist not deserve to exist". I believe Rafael Gordillo. His memory and his sense of responsibility to the Betis have "forced" to take this important step in the worst possible moment, mortally wounded, but in extreme situations this club already know something, or maybe too much, but while there will be a Betis Betis.
For those of memory, I upload this ancient article that traced the profile at the time Julio César Iglesias and now remember why I feel like if someone has forgotten or has not known one of "those legends who travel the world." Lucky Gordon.
There are several legends about the famous tightrope Seville Rafael Gordillo, and as stated in the gossip of the district of Santa Cruz are all true. The first of these would explain his rickety elasticity, that kind of chaos that vertebral maneuvered down the left side of the court: Ask for the ball, relax your shoulders in an unmistakable gesture of wild cat, and begins to climb through the air. Since then operated an amazing transformation in your body. Loosen his neck, forcing angles and joints and begins to disarm tobacco to tobacco as if possessed by the skeleton hanging from a cabinet of anatomy. So
Ease folding and unfolding the figure was thinking I had bones of a contortionist. And an old fighting legend said Miura bulls throw in the backbone additional piece that would allow them to turn the neck a few degrees up to the femoral torero, another explains that, for an old problem of nutrition, Rafa was to half calcify and cartilage armed everywhere, became a fresh water shark with the complicity of the Guadalquivir. The facts and forms support this hypothesis: in full career seemed that the femur is bent in half and mysteriously strung with a rubber triple tibia and ankle soft. It would be this complicated game mechanic that would allow to reach the bottom line, extending his leg drive, and slice the ball into the flags as if it were a cover fetlock. Far
current macrobiotic athletes, this boy has traveled Polígono San Pablo leisurely beer and smoke. It was actually identical to Puskas, Kubala, Garrincha and all those gifted beings who played by himself and who never managed to replace football. While the others reached the goal only because they were filled the shell during the week, he merely pursued exhaustion like a horizon came up completely exhausted, but in a last effort he turned his head and used the rest of his soul in order to shoot the ball and score. His problem is that at no time has learned to say enough. That's why he never replaced: it was just evacuated by the coach. Athlete
preindustrial that with his heart of gold and his crown of steel, able to thrive in the rule of the protein. From the height of ninety kilos, Ruud Gullit said the best when asked who would have been: "I want to be Gordon" he confessed. Briegel, Van Basten Maldini and other athletes have said the same thing clear. Is not that the bands stayed in was a domain of athletes designed by computer? What painted in football that boy of bone that runs as if he had escaped from a concentration camp? Gullit knew the answer: the Fat was our last chance to prove that football was not invented by Archimedes, but Pindar.
That said, there is only recognizing it as a privilege to have been scrapped by the courts, as a small dinosaur determined to escape his last glaciation.
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