There will be no Spanish European Super Cup in Helsinki

I write at dawn, still not overcoming the pain of seeing a Spanish team lose to Eintracht, that people that the best thing that has bequeathed us is Jovic and the sausages. And who likes sausages, with tomato, and a fresh spring beer. Nobody. Me neither

August 10, 2022 could have been the great party of Spanish football. It could, it won't anymore. We don't know if Madrid will fulfill their part in the Champions League, but Barca failed with a bang, in a Camp Nou full of white shirts, which is already necessary to have what in Spain we call "bad milk", white milk https://twitter.com/EuropaLeague/status/1514713814427709441 < p style="text-align: justify;">They are K.O. and they are in k.o.; maybe something is going on with the issue of microtinglaos, because after I wrote the article... the referees are making them comply with the law. In this case, a penalty from Eric Garcia, which is like a B version of Jordi Alba, but a bad one. Because Jordi is as he is, we are not going to discover him now. But in addition to "that", he is a splendid footballer, who has proven to be, a magnificent footballer, with Barca and with the Spanish National Team, giving innumerable assists and scoring important goals. He also stars in the penalba, since here we are talking about the good things. Since gravesiña, there was no memory of a player who achieved such an event.

Back to Eric Garcia, the most infallible Ballon d'Or predictor. Because at this point no one doubts (not even Joaquín, the one with art) that Vinicius will win it, or stay close, sooner rather than later. Eric, jinx, what a penalty you commited. And of course, for whatever reason now referees have eyes in your area. And  with that thing, being Barça playing away from home but at the Camp Nou at the same time, the unpredictable situation that the VAR was immense, that Eintracht eat sausages, that beer rhymes with spring... Well, for whatever reason, when Busquets (the great leader of the night for locals) wanted to turn things around... it was already late.

So we are left without a Madrid-Barça, a very Spanish European final, two twinned group of fans (we could have had a sausage party) singing the lo-lo-lo of the spanish national anthem, hugging, dancing La Macarena. In Helsinki, Olympic stadium, summer, cool, idyllic. It would have been beautiful.

I'll never forgive you, Eric. I'll tell Vinicius not to do it either, when he will be taking photos at the Eiffel Tower.