Colleagues at El Confidencial say that Luis Rubiales used a spy pen to record – logically clandestinely – his face-to-face meetings with some ministers and various senior members of the executive branch, which is the most dangerous thing a president of an official body can do once he is in office was sworn in: believing himself to be James Bond. It’s therefore impossible not to recall the episode in which Seinfeld and Elaine travel to Florida to attend the tribute that the condominium staff are preparing for the comedian’s father.
One of them shows him his latest acquisition, an astronaut pen, and Jerry can’t help but praise the ingenious invention. He tries so hard to appear impressed that the retiree feels obligated to give it to him, causing a fierce division within the community: Who knows how many spy pens Rubiales must have given his victims just because he didn’t appeared is rude.
From what is morally reprehensible, namely that a federation president makes more or less money depending on which teams play a particular competition, we have progressed to spying on commission and even authorship, to knowingly falsifying a competition or to being administratively disloyal , including some trips, it is not known whether more for pleasure than business, on behalf of the RFEF, which, by the way, is checking the background of the institution and is beginning to believe that all these people approach football with the sole intention of knowing the world , as so many others have approached the field of religion and mission.
“It’s a mafia, but I don’t think it’s going to get to the point where they see me lying in a gutter with a shot in the head,” Rubiales said at the press conference, where he offered more apologies than explanations: man, it’s not like New York in Baltimore.
The anecdotal part of the information signed by José María Olmo and Alejandro Requeijo, in case one of them allows us to frivolously with the content, evaporated with these first audios in which Gerard Piqué suggested contacting the king emeritus so that he with – free, as if he were a young man of the world – some contacts in the commercial orchard of Saudi Arabia: as an acquaintance reminds him on the plane that will take him back to Spain, Don Juan Carlos dies laughing before he can get his foot in the air sets Real Club Nautico de Sanxenxo. Almost everything that has emerged since then should be reason enough for José Luis Rubiales to submit his retirement, but look where, the industrial side we know from his days as a footballer doesn’t seem to be free of dribbles either.
“I’m a normal guy from Motril. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, but I can’t guarantee they’ll put a bag of cocaine in my trunk tomorrow,” he said. It sounded a bit over the top to all of us, but as more scandal and evidence piles up, something like this might end up seeming the least of his problems.
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