Carlo Ancelotti and Florentino Pérez, in the presentation of the Italian. / Real Madrid
In a television program whose name I forget to remember, in just a few seconds, Xavi’s attitude went from ugly for having received a push from Barbastro’s substitute goalkeeper (and Xavi’s brother for defending him) to sweetening even pandemic diabetes. to Bellingham for giving his blanket to a child in Aranda del Duero. Barça, poop; Madrid, good.
It is just an example of sociological Madridismo and the different yardstick that the Madrid/Madrid media use with Barça and Real Madrid. It is easy to understand: in Madrid nothing is criticized nor is there any talk about the game or the coach or the economy or summer signings that are announced and never arrive or disastrous investments worth 160 million euros in players and they arrive, fail and They leave without pain or glory nor, of course, from agreements with public money involved that benefit the white club or from anything that the master and lord of all those who write and speak does or does not do, Florentino Perez.
It is as if in the Madrid of Ayuso and Almedia they had injected the Madrid environment with a selective vaccine against ‘haterism’, the most contagious disease of the century of the networks, which only has an effect when it comes to criticizing the white team, the one that Laporta accurately defined as “the Regime team.” And yes, it was for many decades until the current president for life took another step by converting Real Madrid into the regime itself. Florentino dictates, decides, commands, imposes and vetoes everything that his state of mind recommends. The collective anesthesia of his environment is worthy of study: there are no critical voices beyond individual anecdotal opinions spread over time that only serve to reinforce the Regime. Nobody questions anything in a seemingly perfect dystopia, free of sin and sadness. Florentino supplies his followers with the right dose of ‘soma’ in the form of pseudo-religious speeches to which his audience assents without hesitation. The Madrid Regime is the brave new world that Aldous Huxley imagined.
So far so good. Everyone in his house professes whatever faith they want. Ignorance, nowadays, is usually synonymous with happiness. The problem is not that, but seeing how the same people who ask nothing, lacking a critical spirit or desire to know, exercise obsessive control over everything related to Barça. While they remain silent before Florentino, they raise their voices accusing the Blaugrana entity of all evils. They attack without looking back with the intention of doing harm, becoming hitmen paid by the Madrid Regime.