Another Anoeta visit, another crisis. And here we were, thinking it couldn’t get worse than…
Category: Nonsense
Somewhere in a super-secret underground lair…
Josep Bartomeu Look, I can’t keep stalling things with my fantasies about being able to buy and store players. What are we going to do?
Toni Freixa Hey! Not the hair! Um, we could leave them at their clubs until we need them? They would like that, and it worked with that German kid.
Bartomeu But then we can’t have a party at the Camp Nou! I like parties!
Phone ringing
Freixa Do you know anyone named Kevin, JoJo? He says he can help us solve all our problems.
We’ve all been there before. The frustration, the hypocrisy, the never ending sense of ennui, the powerful urge to deactivate all social media accounts, throw out all technology in your possession and embrace life in the wilderness, the—
Wait. Maybe you’re not actually there yet. Maybe you’ve never been there.
(That’s possible, though such luck is typically unique in this day and age — unless you’re over the age of forty. Then again, there was Star Trek and Star Wars, so maybe that should be amended to over the age of ninety.)
In that case, let’s start from the beginning.
Been a while since we had one of these standard nonsense posts. Let’s see how it fairs, especially after the greatness that is SoMa.