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The Greeks wrote about the myth of Sisyphus, as that metaphor of the useless and incessant effort of man, that stone that, pushed by the punished Sisyphus, each time it was about to reach the top of the mountain, would fall rolling towards the valley, so that he had to re-upload it.

Something like that, well, a little less mythological, but surely no less complicated, seems to me the task of Luis de la Fuente in his debut at the controls of the Spanish team.

It would seem that everything that had been learned in the previous stage —we always say that it is from defeats that one learns but it seems that we do not like this option—, all of this was worthless.

Almost as if a state of alarm had been declared in which it was even forbidden to name Luis Enrique, not to mention those things that were positive about his time at La Roja.

That there were, well if there were.

Come on, instead of starting to climb soccer Everest from 7,500 meters, we should always return to base camp, undo even the order of the tents that we have below and distribute the cards again, to see if this time they all fit the pieces and we reach the top the first time, we already know that these attempts are usually unique, almost always by the most direct route and it is usually difficult for there to be a second chance.

Within so much bustle I feel that Luis de la Fuente knows well the wickers he has summoned, those who have been left off the list as well, that he has his game plan and his idea of ​​how to carry it out, that he has a soft way of demanding but he knows how to do it, many of the players he has called up already know him from his time in the under-21s and his magnificent results in the lower categories of the RFEF.

And that usually builds trust.

I suppose that we all tend to evaluate current situations by comparing them with the situations we have experienced and perhaps this brings back memories of Luis Suárez, the only Spanish Ballon d'Or, for the clueless, when he reached the senior team after a magnificent journey in the sub- 21, and he knew how to give him a cheerful, playful, ballplayer style, come on, as Don Luis was as a player, who allowed him to qualify for the World Cup in Italy with solvency and good football.

Yes, I have already noticed, my gray hair and the stiffness in my knees remind me, that this speaks of football from the last century, but I think it can be a good reference for these beginnings of the project knowing that what more than two have in his mind of sweeping, thrashing, winning always shining and dominating all the times, moments and statistics of each game, it will be impossible.

Yes, I think it would be nice to recognize right away that we will be beaten on some stat, it is inevitable and acceptable as long as that single stat on the scoreboard is positive.

Let us also accept that there will always be someone left off the list and could come, that there will always be a change that should have been made and it was not done or that the one that was made did not have the expected result.

Come on, the same as the last century.

It only changes, what a change, that now all this can depend, the final result, on a badly cut nail, disheveled bangs, an unseen lock or a badly positioned arm.

Let's give time to time knowing, we have always known, that the weather in football, another constant, is usually associated with the result and that the wind is favorable to Luis de la Fuente and his players.

Your luck is ours.

Everyone's.

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