I went to the parties of my town without cash, which is like not going. Without dataphone in the mobile bar of the square, I became a parasite. After leaving my wife without money, I returned to my origins and recovered one of my greatest skills. I rescued a natural virtue that always gave me great, a practice that I always embroidered fluently and effortlessly. It could be said that I was born for it. I was the true Golden Ball of this: I asked my parents again.
The fact is that I made short, because spending money at an outstanding rate is also one of my natural skills. Luckily, and when I was about to beg with the dance, I came across, near the bar and passed the morning, with my father. I asked him if he had money, he put his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a wad of tickets. An exaggeratedly large bundhera. I could have bought a small country at that moment.
Honestly, the vision of the resort of colors baffled me, because my father is not the type of person you expect something similar. Perhaps it is now bored in retirement and is looking for fun in drug trafficking. I looked at him fascinated, as if I saw it for the first time, and doubted. Are you my father or are you Lendoiro?
I didn't say it, but I thought about it. I have lived enough to know when you have to accept money without asking questions, and that moment, with the cashier closest half an hour by car, was the ideal to extend the hand and keep your mouth closed. I have not released the issue from the bunde or take it out. It never happened. At least for my part.
Know all the answers
What I intended here, in case I am not very clear, is to talk about the ability to surprise. It is a personal struggle: with 20 years I was so idiot that I thought I knew everything about football and nothing could surprise me, and now with 42 I effort me to make my gaze more flexible and put everything in doubt. You may think that you know everything about your father (and you will be wrong) and one night surprises you. You may think that you know all the answers about something, when in reality you are not even throwing the right questions. This happens almost always.
It is no longer worth it
In football, when you think you know everything, suddenly someone unexpectedly takes out a wad of tickets (sometimes, even literally). I would say that it is an indispensable quality to win a hole among the great coaches: to have an open mind to doubt and think that you do not know and keep your team in a constant evolution, adding nuances as the landscape changes. Because what one day made you win, after a while it is no longer worth it.
It is very difficult, I intuit, giving up what one day made you succeed. Maybe that's why there are so many coaches whose first years are the best. They arrive with open eyes, new ideas and explorer eagerness, but then it is hard to understand that time passes and the stage moves, and the same trick does not surprise anyone. Nor is it a drama: the echoes of success are likely to stretch the gum in minor leagues. It is football: it will be for bills of bills, at all hours and everywhere.
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