“Cueva’s biography is full of faults, scandals and dozens of faces of regret”

It is difficult to determine what is more outrageous, if the umpteenth indiscipline committed by christian cave or his stammering attempts at apologies, as credible as a congressman’s excuses (and that travelers to China have set the bar high).

To wash away his guilt, he hides behind the fan’s misunderstanding or that journalism does not investigate. He affirms that he is receiving help and that footballers carry a heavy “backpack” that is difficult for ordinary mortals to understand.

Well, the only thing we don’t understand, dear Christian, is how as a footballer touched by privilege, owner of a unique talent, perhaps one of the best number 10 football in our country has ever had, is also a diligent maker of missed opportunities. , the Terminator of his own successes, the stereotype of the antihero that literature and cinema have painted so many times with the same self-destructive destiny.

I remember the many times that journalists have recounted with laughter some of the many anecdotes that color your biography, like when you escaped from the concentration at the San Martín University to participate in a pichanga where the winner was awarded a cow. Also, of course, the many times that you buried any criticism or dissent with one of those short dribbles that stand up to the rostrum or those filtered services, to space, which thanked you so much. lapadula or that the Ears transformed into the unforgettable Barranquillazo of the previous tie.

I don’t forget, dear Christian, that the return to the elite 36 years later arose from those three magical fingers that are hidden in your right booty. That unrepeatable night of the National, when the New Zealanders went crazy looking at the ball from one side to the other, the key to the classification came from your feet with a superb service to which Jeffry gave him missile speed to open the path to ecstasy.

Neither of how they unfairly attacked you on the sad afternoon in Saransk, when misfortune came your way and the penalty that should have given us the advantage over Denmark went off in search of the clouds, because football, as well as happiness, also deflates pride and mistreat hearts.

It is that same football, surely, that will give you another chance to redeem yourself. And many of those who disapprove of you today, who rhyme with your last name, will applaud you again and say “This is Cuevita”our Cuevita because, understand it, “it is what it is”.

, of that sum of irresponsibility of which your career is made. I’m sick of feeling like a victim of this umpteenth extortion maneuver -remember the ‘galactics’?- because in the absence of quality, players of your class know that it is difficult for a coach, a coach, or a club, to do without their services.

Yes, on the football planet blame is erased with a huacha, an assist, a goal. But you know what? I’m done.