Unai Emery is going to the Premier League, the Americas of modern football, leaving Villarreal with a certain feeling of helplessness despite receiving the compensation previously agreed in his contract: another case of courtship little valued until it breaks, life itself making its way one more time.
It is possible that, with a higher termination clause, the Aston Villa bigwigs would have set their sights on other cheaper, less restrictive places.
Or that the yellow club was fully satisfied with the price of goodbye, even that they celebrated it in style, because these are not the times to stagnate in the arms of romantic love.
The pact, however, was crystal clear on that point and Emery has done nothing more than weigh the offer received, accept it and adjust to the terms previously drafted by both parties black on white:
Those who today speak of treason seem to ignore that this term does not appear in the new labor reform.
Not even in the old ones, more conducive to certain relations of vassalage between worker and boss.
His code of ethics would resemble, not so much that of any worker with certain aspirations, but rather that of Lisa Simpson, perhaps the best coach that the club of our loves could have to avoid this type of displeasure and moral tantrums.
To me, without going any further, my grandmother kicked me out of the family business under an unappealable premise: "Either you leave or we all go to hell."
Who can argue with her reasons?
Wouldn't I have more right than anyone else to speak of treason?
Only under parameters of sacramental purity —and unconditional love for colors that are not even yours originally— could we contemplate resignations like (I'm making it up), in his day, Pablo Laso would have said no to the New York Knicks bench to continue at Real Madrid.
Or Ronald Koeman to the Denver Broncos, for the mere pleasure of continuing to torture Barça members.
Also that of Emery, who changes a sports project roofed with ceramics for a unique opportunity in the best soccer league in the world, in addition to a spectacular contractual improvement.
The
villains
may not be at their best, but only a fool would spurn the challenge simply because of the present times.
Beyond the historical stimuli, of sitting on the bench of a stadium that connects with the mythology of football every week, of having an economic potential much higher than that of Villarreal and of being able to continue polishing his English, spoken and written, Emery He has felt demanded at the table of the great technicians who today shape a Premier League far removed from the tactical stubbornness of yesteryear.
The great mass spectacle that is now the English domestic championship has been built, mainly, from the benches, as there is not a renowned manager in the last decade who did not try his luck in the backyard of Sir Alex Ferguson, Brian Clough or Kevin Keegan.
The exception could be some stubborn Germans like Joachim Löw, Hansi Flick or Julian Nagelsmann although, due to a mere matter of age, the last two do not seem ruled out to join the experience one day.
Leaving places before they kick you out will continue to be one of the human maxims par excellence, a practice that the great men and women of politics, business, science or culture have never tired of recommending since the world began. world.
Who knows, Emery could be being pilloried within a few weeks by the same people who today claim revenge for his alleged betrayal, and no one would raise their hands to their heads.
How to value individual rights against collective rights in a country, Spain, where half of the population seems to have more than half of the Spaniards?
Anyway…
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