'paluegos' of gold

As soon as the World Cup final ended, a man went down to the pitch, in the middle of the celebrations, to remind the entire planet, like Messi's transparent black dressing gown, that the Qatari competition was born and died flawed, the work of Master of a horror film in which, after a majestic game, the man who wants to become the protagonist is not Lionel Messi, but the one who makes his steaks.

The famous Salt Bae, viral chef and well-built character (round glasses, tight white shirt, ponytail), ran from one side of the field to the other, embedded himself among Argentine players to take photos with them, raised the Cup, kissed it and even He made the famous little gesture of throwing the salt over him, a gesture to which he owes his worldwide fame: he lets the salt fall down his forearm so that it falls into the chop;

there are people in this world who have become famous for stupid things, in fact sometimes it seems essential to do them if you want to be known, but let's give Salt Bae a world record in the relationship between fame and stupidity.

He is the chef we deserve, and that he ended up running around the field after the World Cup final, and harassing Messi, is the logical end to his career, which would end even more brilliantly if he sprinkled some sweetbreads with the gold of the trophy .

There is an exact word for this: dislocation.

It also usually happens when one leaves his workplace and shows up at the client's.

That is to say, Messi went to Salt Bae's restaurant four years ago, but he could never imagine that the chef would show up at his World Cup to pull his arm to take a picture with him.

And we still have to thank him because he did not ask to take the penalty;

Salt Bae diner Infantino probably didn't care much.

Is there money in Qatar for Salt Bae to take a penalty with each team during the final shootout?

Of course: here everything is paid and something even more important, it is charged.

If he had thrown it away, the meat chef would have coincided with another famous misplaced person, Dibu Martínez, the absolute hero of the final who lost the opportunity to do something very easy:

Imagine that the game is over and you go, like Dibu, to console Mbappé on the field, who has scored three goals for you, and immediately afterwards you go to the locker room to laugh at him and decide, two days later, to make the caravan of the celebration through the streets of Buenos Aires with a doll with his face.

What insecurities you have to have, and what little category to be unable to celebrate your own triumph on the back of the defeated.

Taking the golden glove to his crotch after picking it up is the least of it, even the explanation of why he did it has his grace: "wait, this has a justification: it was because of the French fans."

Ah, so yes, what did they think?

What does Salt Bae make a mess of meat when he fills it with gold dust?

To the money that can be paid for it.

A way to tell others that you have arrived.

That you have arrived and you have had the idea of ​​eating meat with gold.

So you could have stayed at home.

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