Luis Enrique
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KingLeo10
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messi villa pedro was a great trident but in form MSN is otherworldly.
vlad
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for me, trio henry - eto´o - messi was much better than villa messi pedro.
Aryagorn
Improvin' Perfection!!
this
MSN > Henry - Eto'o - Messi > MVP
It's only logical too coz MSN has them all in their prime or close to prime anyway.... Whereas Henry was ageing, I mean he crumbled just a year later!... MVP just was not as talented as the other two
Gnidrologist
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It wouldn't really be a contest between attacking tridents, but MSN vs XIM.
BerkeleyBernie
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FCBarca
Mike the Knife
I wasn't comparing the content of their press conferences but rather the command and manner in which they were able to define the tempo & message. I find a similar old school fearlessness too
Wise words. Some people are too busy admiring pep's portrait on the wall.
Alik
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Comparisons will always be made. In everything. They are fun.
El Flaco
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I just found a great translation of an article about Lucho from Reddit, although it's not fully translated because there's still some parts that aren't translated (check further down).
It's about Lucho's past, about his time at Madrid, what people (those who're close to Lucho) says about him and so on.
It's a pretty long text, but I can almost guarantee you'll find it very interesting..
Would anyone like to translate the rest of the article?
Mad respect to him/her for doing that
It's about Lucho's past, about his time at Madrid, what people (those who're close to Lucho) says about him and so on.
It's a pretty long text, but I can almost guarantee you'll find it very interesting..
* "Luis Enrique is like that", say his close friends when asked about Luis Enrique's personality
* Not even his wife knew until the day after the CL final whether or not he would stay at Barça.
* "You can't imagine how fun he is, the jokes he makes... very simple and direct, though. Just like him".
You're going to have to trust me. I'm warning you from the very first line, because in the following lines, you won't find a single person that would have allowed themselves to be cited talking about Luis Enrique. Luis Enrique's friends only agreed to meet with me on the following condition: that their names would not be released and that it wouldn't be possible to identify them, which reveals quite a bit about the personality of the FC Barcelona head coach. It's not that I tried to uncover hidden secrets, but from the beginning to the end, he asked for it. The reason? Only one: So that Luis Enrique wouldn't be mad with them. The most repeat phrase? He's just like that. The first rule of Luis Enrique's club? You don't speak about Luis Enrique.
So closed off, distrustful, and paranoid are the first traits you see, but you can also see that he is honest. "Luis Enrique is like that", just like everyone responds. And that more I asked them, "Well, yeah, but how "like that"?", the more I saw that there isn’t much more than what you see. He’s a direct type of guy, aloof at times, a hedgehog, a cactus. "He doesn’t act. What you see is what he is. To give you an example, since I know them both, I can assure you that Guardiola is more conscious of who he is or what he represents and he measures his words and actions. Not Luis Enrique. He might bite his tongue, but in no moment would he put up an act", assured an ex-member of Real Madrid, whom he still keeps a friendship with.
“El Pinti” in Madrid
It’s not possible to understand his character without starting with the 5 years that he played in Real Madrid. Arriving at 20 years old from Sporting de Gijón, where he only played 2 seasons, after the affiliate, Sporting Atlético, {I’ve never seen this word before: repescar} him from Club Deportivo La Braña, where they had loaned him at 14 years old. In Sporting, he played as a forward, and they called him Pinti, from Pintillas, and managed to classify him and his club for the UEFA, which attracted the attention of the white club. "The change from Gijón to Madrid was brutal for him and even more when Antic and Floro kept on changing his position without giving him a permanent one. After his first year in Madrid, he was about to be loaned off to Sevilla. It was a very chaotic time. Many things happened to him and even more after that", recalls the Madridista.
So then the white locker room divided itself, like many others, between the single men and the married men. Asturian made himself such good friends with Alkorta and Mikel Lasa that they eventually found themselves sharing an apartment. Perhaps through natural selection, he also got along with Michel, who was in the group of the married men. Luis Enrique asked him for advice on everything, which led him to be the butt of jokes. In Jose María García’s radio program, they recounted the time that they had gone to Michel’s barber to ask him to have the same haircut.
Alkorta, Lasa, Michel, and Quinque Sánchez Flores played constantly, with Laudrup joining later on. Everything changed for him with Jorge Valdano in the bench, who arrived to displace him from the team for creating a bad environment in the locker room. So that’s when Barça appears with a good offer and he doesn’t think twice about it. For Joan Gaspart, it was a punch in the gut; revenge for the theft of Laudrup, who was angry at Cruyff. For Luis Enrique, it was an escape from a bad situation. The decision was made, but Madrid countered and leaked to the media that it was asking for an extremely high fee, 300 million pesetas, something that he always denied and his friend corroborates, "and if you would have known him, he was unable to lie about something like that".
The tension was so high that he was assaulted on the street once and, while being choked, he broke Marca photographer Luis Angel Alonso’s camera, when he was caught leaving Barça’s clinic. When the heat of the moment subsided a few hours later, he himself called for the redaction. This they did not tell me. I know because I was the one who answered the call, in my first year in the "newspaper". "I became crazy", he said, and he paid for the camera that he had destroyed by the fence.
"His time in Madrid left a mark on his character, but as the years go by, I keep seeing the same lad. In essence, he hasn’t changed", assured one friend. Since that incident, reporters started becoming his enemies and he could only trust his closest friend. Is it that he is anti-Madrista? The answer is "yes". "Without a doubt", say various people. "To give you an idea, just two seasons ago, his previous job in Celta, Madrid had to visit Balaidos in the penultimate match-day and he had it in his calendar since the sorting. He dreamt about ruining their championship, which Atlético ended up winning in the last day at Camp Nou" they recount. They won by 2 goals, of course.
The Contempt for the Media
Between "Luis Enrique is like that" and keeping in mind that he doesn’t do individual interviews, it’s natural to ask if the image that he gives off in the press room is just. And the answer is "yes". It’s not only that he doesn’t trust reporters, but that he holds contempt for them and the further they are, the better. His grudge began in Madrid, but in Barça, he also had problems, just as he did in Roma and Celta.
One story of his time as an Azulgrana reflects his personality. He had an proper relation with various reporters. One of them even traveled a few times to Ibiza to do a summer report, invited to his house. In his last season, after he was sent off in a match, he wanted to highlight his rank in the locker room and spoke with his friends: Puyol, Abelardo, and the team delegate, Carlos Naval. Luis Enrique found out {I’m clearly missing what he found out} and became furious. "What are you doing? You’re trying to fuck me over!" he shouted. Aberlardo warned the reporter, “Don’t even try to get close. It’ll pass." The reporter replied, "Tell your friend he’s an idiot. If I wanted to dig dirt, I wouldn’t have talked with you." They didn’t talk again until years later, when they bumped into each other, and the Asturian told him "I don’t even remember why I was angry with you." And until now. They still don’t talk.
Just like Mourinho and Simeone, Guardiola uses the Press Room to send a message. Even more than they’re asked, they sit with the media with the goal of saying what they want to say. Whether it’s to address something, create a favorable environment, warn the locker room or the club, mark their territory or complain, Luis Enrique is not in this group. "If it was up to him, he wouldn’t even go", explains one of the few reporters of Barcelona whom he maintains contact with. He hasn’t stayed even a day to eat with those he knows since he took charge of the first team and the messages have reduced to a trickle. They understand him and the situation and understand that it’s better to leave him space so that a hole in which distrust could ferment doesn’t appear. They know that distrust could appear sooner than later. During his time in Celta, for example, they definitely spoke. Luis Enrique was alone, since his wife and children had stayed in Barcelona, and they always had long phone talks. Those that know him know, know that "he is like that" and appreciate him just how he is.
"Some years ago, I had a bad time in my job and I was almost about to leave. I spoke with him and I thought that he was going to tell me to tell everyone to go to hell, but instead he told me: ‘It is up to us to transform the world.’ I froze", revealed a friend.
It’s true that he neither reads, nor listens, nor watches. Last year October, a week after the 3-1 horribly tremendous unimaginably humiliating beating at the Bernabéu, when things were going from bad to worse, he had said, "There are people that have the capacity to listen and accept criticism. I’m not one of those people." He’s not completely closed off because there are those in his circle that keep him updated. His psychologist, for example. Joaquín Valdés has been with him since the head coach took charge at Barça B. He should know what he does.
Nobody knows Luis Enrique better than him wife, Elena, his parents, his friend, Pitu Abelardo, and his assistants. They’re his family since they manage to pass his test. Search social media to find out what you can find about them. What do you find? The bare minimum. Nothing relevant.
Pitu Abelardo has been his friend longer than anyone else. They have known each other since they were 5 years old and went to the same school and later in football class, and La Braña, Sporting, and the first team in Barça. They’re like brothers and, when they get together, Lucho can’t help but remember the little battles; from school, when he was kicked out of Sporting, when Oviedo wanted to sign him and he didn’t want to go. "You can’t even imagine how fun he is and the jokes he makes. Very simple, definitely. It isn’t very elaborate, but direct, just like him. When he lets go, he’s like another person", they say.
He met his wife, Elena, in the airport in Barcelona in his first season as an Azulgrana. She was from a nice family who owned a store and he wouldn’t stop until he got a date. They got married 18 years ago and had 3 kids, Pacho, Sira, and Xana. When he left football, they moved to Australia for almost a year because Lucho wanted to surf. They also went to Rome. They live in Gavà and they keep a very private life. They almost never travel with the team.
In fact: Elena didn’t know until the day after the CL final the decision of whether or not her husband would stay or go from Barcelona. Another: In the field in Berlin, was her father, a truck driver, who couldn’t even go to see them when he was a child. He adores them.
Inside that intimate circle, there are also assistants from Barcelona. “More than good workers, he has searched for people who are loyal,” they tell. Not a single one speaks, nor even gets close to the reporters. They’re an impenetrable core, his praetorian guard. With a few of them, like Unzue, Lucho even bikes with. He, who has participated in marathons, triathalons, and even considered the hardest test: the Marathons of Les Sables in Morocco. Seven days, with temperatures up until 40 degrees in the desert, without water, carrying only a bookbag. Luis Enrique did it in 2008 and managed to last until the last day even though he suffered an injury in his foot on the third day. The pain was intense.
* Not even his wife knew until the day after the CL final whether or not he would stay at Barça.
* "You can't imagine how fun he is, the jokes he makes... very simple and direct, though. Just like him".
You're going to have to trust me. I'm warning you from the very first line, because in the following lines, you won't find a single person that would have allowed themselves to be cited talking about Luis Enrique. Luis Enrique's friends only agreed to meet with me on the following condition: that their names would not be released and that it wouldn't be possible to identify them, which reveals quite a bit about the personality of the FC Barcelona head coach. It's not that I tried to uncover hidden secrets, but from the beginning to the end, he asked for it. The reason? Only one: So that Luis Enrique wouldn't be mad with them. The most repeat phrase? He's just like that. The first rule of Luis Enrique's club? You don't speak about Luis Enrique.
So closed off, distrustful, and paranoid are the first traits you see, but you can also see that he is honest. "Luis Enrique is like that", just like everyone responds. And that more I asked them, "Well, yeah, but how "like that"?", the more I saw that there isn’t much more than what you see. He’s a direct type of guy, aloof at times, a hedgehog, a cactus. "He doesn’t act. What you see is what he is. To give you an example, since I know them both, I can assure you that Guardiola is more conscious of who he is or what he represents and he measures his words and actions. Not Luis Enrique. He might bite his tongue, but in no moment would he put up an act", assured an ex-member of Real Madrid, whom he still keeps a friendship with.
“El Pinti” in Madrid
It’s not possible to understand his character without starting with the 5 years that he played in Real Madrid. Arriving at 20 years old from Sporting de Gijón, where he only played 2 seasons, after the affiliate, Sporting Atlético, {I’ve never seen this word before: repescar} him from Club Deportivo La Braña, where they had loaned him at 14 years old. In Sporting, he played as a forward, and they called him Pinti, from Pintillas, and managed to classify him and his club for the UEFA, which attracted the attention of the white club. "The change from Gijón to Madrid was brutal for him and even more when Antic and Floro kept on changing his position without giving him a permanent one. After his first year in Madrid, he was about to be loaned off to Sevilla. It was a very chaotic time. Many things happened to him and even more after that", recalls the Madridista.
So then the white locker room divided itself, like many others, between the single men and the married men. Asturian made himself such good friends with Alkorta and Mikel Lasa that they eventually found themselves sharing an apartment. Perhaps through natural selection, he also got along with Michel, who was in the group of the married men. Luis Enrique asked him for advice on everything, which led him to be the butt of jokes. In Jose María García’s radio program, they recounted the time that they had gone to Michel’s barber to ask him to have the same haircut.
Alkorta, Lasa, Michel, and Quinque Sánchez Flores played constantly, with Laudrup joining later on. Everything changed for him with Jorge Valdano in the bench, who arrived to displace him from the team for creating a bad environment in the locker room. So that’s when Barça appears with a good offer and he doesn’t think twice about it. For Joan Gaspart, it was a punch in the gut; revenge for the theft of Laudrup, who was angry at Cruyff. For Luis Enrique, it was an escape from a bad situation. The decision was made, but Madrid countered and leaked to the media that it was asking for an extremely high fee, 300 million pesetas, something that he always denied and his friend corroborates, "and if you would have known him, he was unable to lie about something like that".
The tension was so high that he was assaulted on the street once and, while being choked, he broke Marca photographer Luis Angel Alonso’s camera, when he was caught leaving Barça’s clinic. When the heat of the moment subsided a few hours later, he himself called for the redaction. This they did not tell me. I know because I was the one who answered the call, in my first year in the "newspaper". "I became crazy", he said, and he paid for the camera that he had destroyed by the fence.
"His time in Madrid left a mark on his character, but as the years go by, I keep seeing the same lad. In essence, he hasn’t changed", assured one friend. Since that incident, reporters started becoming his enemies and he could only trust his closest friend. Is it that he is anti-Madrista? The answer is "yes". "Without a doubt", say various people. "To give you an idea, just two seasons ago, his previous job in Celta, Madrid had to visit Balaidos in the penultimate match-day and he had it in his calendar since the sorting. He dreamt about ruining their championship, which Atlético ended up winning in the last day at Camp Nou" they recount. They won by 2 goals, of course.
The Contempt for the Media
Between "Luis Enrique is like that" and keeping in mind that he doesn’t do individual interviews, it’s natural to ask if the image that he gives off in the press room is just. And the answer is "yes". It’s not only that he doesn’t trust reporters, but that he holds contempt for them and the further they are, the better. His grudge began in Madrid, but in Barça, he also had problems, just as he did in Roma and Celta.
One story of his time as an Azulgrana reflects his personality. He had an proper relation with various reporters. One of them even traveled a few times to Ibiza to do a summer report, invited to his house. In his last season, after he was sent off in a match, he wanted to highlight his rank in the locker room and spoke with his friends: Puyol, Abelardo, and the team delegate, Carlos Naval. Luis Enrique found out {I’m clearly missing what he found out} and became furious. "What are you doing? You’re trying to fuck me over!" he shouted. Aberlardo warned the reporter, “Don’t even try to get close. It’ll pass." The reporter replied, "Tell your friend he’s an idiot. If I wanted to dig dirt, I wouldn’t have talked with you." They didn’t talk again until years later, when they bumped into each other, and the Asturian told him "I don’t even remember why I was angry with you." And until now. They still don’t talk.
Just like Mourinho and Simeone, Guardiola uses the Press Room to send a message. Even more than they’re asked, they sit with the media with the goal of saying what they want to say. Whether it’s to address something, create a favorable environment, warn the locker room or the club, mark their territory or complain, Luis Enrique is not in this group. "If it was up to him, he wouldn’t even go", explains one of the few reporters of Barcelona whom he maintains contact with. He hasn’t stayed even a day to eat with those he knows since he took charge of the first team and the messages have reduced to a trickle. They understand him and the situation and understand that it’s better to leave him space so that a hole in which distrust could ferment doesn’t appear. They know that distrust could appear sooner than later. During his time in Celta, for example, they definitely spoke. Luis Enrique was alone, since his wife and children had stayed in Barcelona, and they always had long phone talks. Those that know him know, know that "he is like that" and appreciate him just how he is.
"Some years ago, I had a bad time in my job and I was almost about to leave. I spoke with him and I thought that he was going to tell me to tell everyone to go to hell, but instead he told me: ‘It is up to us to transform the world.’ I froze", revealed a friend.
It’s true that he neither reads, nor listens, nor watches. Last year October, a week after the 3-1 horribly tremendous unimaginably humiliating beating at the Bernabéu, when things were going from bad to worse, he had said, "There are people that have the capacity to listen and accept criticism. I’m not one of those people." He’s not completely closed off because there are those in his circle that keep him updated. His psychologist, for example. Joaquín Valdés has been with him since the head coach took charge at Barça B. He should know what he does.
Nobody knows Luis Enrique better than him wife, Elena, his parents, his friend, Pitu Abelardo, and his assistants. They’re his family since they manage to pass his test. Search social media to find out what you can find about them. What do you find? The bare minimum. Nothing relevant.
Pitu Abelardo has been his friend longer than anyone else. They have known each other since they were 5 years old and went to the same school and later in football class, and La Braña, Sporting, and the first team in Barça. They’re like brothers and, when they get together, Lucho can’t help but remember the little battles; from school, when he was kicked out of Sporting, when Oviedo wanted to sign him and he didn’t want to go. "You can’t even imagine how fun he is and the jokes he makes. Very simple, definitely. It isn’t very elaborate, but direct, just like him. When he lets go, he’s like another person", they say.
He met his wife, Elena, in the airport in Barcelona in his first season as an Azulgrana. She was from a nice family who owned a store and he wouldn’t stop until he got a date. They got married 18 years ago and had 3 kids, Pacho, Sira, and Xana. When he left football, they moved to Australia for almost a year because Lucho wanted to surf. They also went to Rome. They live in Gavà and they keep a very private life. They almost never travel with the team.
In fact: Elena didn’t know until the day after the CL final the decision of whether or not her husband would stay or go from Barcelona. Another: In the field in Berlin, was her father, a truck driver, who couldn’t even go to see them when he was a child. He adores them.
Inside that intimate circle, there are also assistants from Barcelona. “More than good workers, he has searched for people who are loyal,” they tell. Not a single one speaks, nor even gets close to the reporters. They’re an impenetrable core, his praetorian guard. With a few of them, like Unzue, Lucho even bikes with. He, who has participated in marathons, triathalons, and even considered the hardest test: the Marathons of Les Sables in Morocco. Seven days, with temperatures up until 40 degrees in the desert, without water, carrying only a bookbag. Luis Enrique did it in 2008 and managed to last until the last day even though he suffered an injury in his foot on the third day. The pain was intense.
Would anyone like to translate the rest of the article?
Mad respect to him/her for doing that
Forma parte de el «así es Luis Enrique» buscar los límites. «No creo ni que él sepa verbalizarlo, pero desde que le conozco siempre fue así, un poco radical para todo», destaca un amigo. «Cuando se hizo cargo del Barça, por ejemplo, llegaba a la Ciudad Deportiva a las ocho de la mañana y se iba a las nueve, hasta que le dieron un toque: sal de ahí, te tiene que dar el aire, coge la bici o te volverás loco. Hizo caso», remata. Queda contestada la cuestión de si escucha, pero no es lo habitual. Si tiene una convicción, que además suele ser la primera, va con ella hasta el final. Como si estuviera en el desierto, sin agua y con una herida en el pie. Por eso, algo llama la atención dentro de la constante sobre su cabezonería: Leo Messi.
ANTES Y DESPUÉS DE MESSI
Cuando Luis Enrique dijo que el Barça era Disneylandia las bromas se sucedieron. Sobre todo porque por su actitud no lo parecía, pero, efectivamente, para él entrenar al Barça es lo mismo que para un niño un parque de atracciones. Y la mejor, la más divertida y fascinante de todas, era Messi. Le deslumbró, aunque su relación con él no era buena.
En Sant Joan Despí no le hizo falta construir un andamio como en Vigo para ver los entrenamientos ya que hay gradas, pero se trataba de poner distancia. Apenas hablaba con los jugadores y eran sus ayudantes los que dirigían los entrenamientos mientras él, en un segundo plano y detrás de las gafas de espejo, observaba. Hasta que un día, justo después de las vacaciones de Navidad del año pasado, se le ocurrió hacer de árbitro en un partidillo y anuló un gol a Leo. Cuentan los que lo presenciaron que al argentino se le fue la cabeza y se encaró de mala manera con el técnico, que en el siguiente partido optó por dejarle en el banquillo en Anoeta. ¿Y qué hizo Messi? No aparecer en el entrenamiento a puertas abiertas el día de Reyes, sin avisar, ni coger el teléfono a Pepe Costa, el enlace entre el vestuario y el club. Costa probó incluso llamando a Antonella, su mujer. Agua.
Luis Enrique reaccionó entonces como Luis Enrique. Quiso aplicarle el expediente más duro posible, pero algo cambió y quizás nunca sepamos exactamente qué. Xavi intervino y le convenció de que acorralar a Messi, enfrentarse a él, era la peor idea del mundo, pero el técnico pasó del cien al cero sin que nadie lo sepa explicar. «Por una parte cedió, pero desde su punto de vista fue saber gestionar la situación», cuentan, que es justo lo que un tipo como él, recto, directo, simple en sus reacciones, no había sabido nunca hacer.
Tampoco se hablaban después del gran pollo. Nunca fue Luis Enrique a preguntarle a Leo, ni a tratar de llegar a un entendimiento. Messi se entrenaba, jugaba y ni una palabra. Ni por parte de uno, ni del otro. Como el mejor pegamento es la victoria, la adrenalina, la euforia, en la final de Berlín hasta se abrazaron. Tres días después Luis Enrique firmó su renovación con el Barça en el último día de Bartomeu como presidente, antes de dimitir para poder presentarse a las elecciones incluyéndole a él como trofeo, con lo que habían rajado. Su mujer no lo sabía, los íntimos tampoco, pero al mismo tiempo, no les causó una gran extrañeza. Porque incluso dentro del club de Luis Enrique nunca se sabe qué hará Luis Enrique.
Los equipos son una extensión de la personalidad de sus entrenadores. El Barça lo es. «Si puede dar tres toques, para qué dar 30. Si puede plantarse en portería con dos pases, para qué marear la pelota. No me lo ha dicho, pero estoy convencido, por aquella frase de transformar el mundo que él también quiere hacer historia, dejar su sello. Y a su manera», barrunta el amigo. Cinco títulos antes y después. ¿Lo último? No asistir a la gala de la FIFA donde le eligieron el mejor entrenador. ¿Por qué? Porque él es así.
ANTES Y DESPUÉS DE MESSI
Cuando Luis Enrique dijo que el Barça era Disneylandia las bromas se sucedieron. Sobre todo porque por su actitud no lo parecía, pero, efectivamente, para él entrenar al Barça es lo mismo que para un niño un parque de atracciones. Y la mejor, la más divertida y fascinante de todas, era Messi. Le deslumbró, aunque su relación con él no era buena.
En Sant Joan Despí no le hizo falta construir un andamio como en Vigo para ver los entrenamientos ya que hay gradas, pero se trataba de poner distancia. Apenas hablaba con los jugadores y eran sus ayudantes los que dirigían los entrenamientos mientras él, en un segundo plano y detrás de las gafas de espejo, observaba. Hasta que un día, justo después de las vacaciones de Navidad del año pasado, se le ocurrió hacer de árbitro en un partidillo y anuló un gol a Leo. Cuentan los que lo presenciaron que al argentino se le fue la cabeza y se encaró de mala manera con el técnico, que en el siguiente partido optó por dejarle en el banquillo en Anoeta. ¿Y qué hizo Messi? No aparecer en el entrenamiento a puertas abiertas el día de Reyes, sin avisar, ni coger el teléfono a Pepe Costa, el enlace entre el vestuario y el club. Costa probó incluso llamando a Antonella, su mujer. Agua.
Luis Enrique reaccionó entonces como Luis Enrique. Quiso aplicarle el expediente más duro posible, pero algo cambió y quizás nunca sepamos exactamente qué. Xavi intervino y le convenció de que acorralar a Messi, enfrentarse a él, era la peor idea del mundo, pero el técnico pasó del cien al cero sin que nadie lo sepa explicar. «Por una parte cedió, pero desde su punto de vista fue saber gestionar la situación», cuentan, que es justo lo que un tipo como él, recto, directo, simple en sus reacciones, no había sabido nunca hacer.
Tampoco se hablaban después del gran pollo. Nunca fue Luis Enrique a preguntarle a Leo, ni a tratar de llegar a un entendimiento. Messi se entrenaba, jugaba y ni una palabra. Ni por parte de uno, ni del otro. Como el mejor pegamento es la victoria, la adrenalina, la euforia, en la final de Berlín hasta se abrazaron. Tres días después Luis Enrique firmó su renovación con el Barça en el último día de Bartomeu como presidente, antes de dimitir para poder presentarse a las elecciones incluyéndole a él como trofeo, con lo que habían rajado. Su mujer no lo sabía, los íntimos tampoco, pero al mismo tiempo, no les causó una gran extrañeza. Porque incluso dentro del club de Luis Enrique nunca se sabe qué hará Luis Enrique.
Los equipos son una extensión de la personalidad de sus entrenadores. El Barça lo es. «Si puede dar tres toques, para qué dar 30. Si puede plantarse en portería con dos pases, para qué marear la pelota. No me lo ha dicho, pero estoy convencido, por aquella frase de transformar el mundo que él también quiere hacer historia, dejar su sello. Y a su manera», barrunta el amigo. Cinco títulos antes y después. ¿Lo último? No asistir a la gala de la FIFA donde le eligieron el mejor entrenador. ¿Por qué? Porque él es así.
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