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Sunday, January 19, 2014


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A pesar de las bajas, el Real Murcia volvió a no ser superado por un equipo de la parte alta de la tabla. Un punto valioso, donde de nuevo pudiésemos haber llevado los tres con un poco de suerte, elemento que al parecer no vamos a tener de cara nunca. Cerca la victoria, cerca la derrota.

Tenemos todo cerca. Cerca del play-off, cerca del ascenso, cerca del descenso, en esta segunda división ultra competitiva. La cosa puede ir a mejor, o puede ir a peor. Pero lo cierto es que seguimos a tiro de piedra de la parte alta, a pesar de llevar una sola victoria de los últimos 13 partidos. Es una racha mala, pero en la que, repito, no nos hemos visto superados por ningún rival. A veces la falta de puntería, otros los árbitros, otros el acierto del rival, y en muchos esa pizca se suerte nos han privado de haber sumado de tres en tres, como ha merecido esta plantilla.

Estamos a tan solo 7 del líder. Siete. A (de momento) 3 del play off.  Como visitante, hemos perdido tan solo 2 partidos de 12 jugados, y llevamos 6 partidos sin derrota. De seguir con esa forma a domicilio, y mejorar los resultados en casa, estaremos cerca de la parte alta.

Nueva Condomina va a ser clave. Quedan 11 partidos en casa y 9 como visitante. En circunstancias normales, seria razón para estar positivo, pero el famoso entorno puede, como acostumbra hacer, pesar en lugar de ayudar. Esa mentalidad enferma, la de abusar, ridiculizar y vaciar de confianza a los propios y jamás a los extraños, tardará años en arreglar, y quizás nunca se logra. Para cambiar la mentalidad, primero hace falta que el enfermo reconozca que está mal. Aquí parece que es hasta gracioso insultar a un jugador del Real Murcia.

El entorno influye, es innegable. El que repite esa gilipollez de que “la grada no marca goles” le invito a preguntar a cualquier jugador, pasado o presente, y a ver si te dice que no. Son los mismos quienes, si la cosa termina mal, nunca analizan su influencia negativa.

Fuera no dudo que sumaremos otros 7 a 12 puntos. Con los 29 que ya tenemos, sumaria entre 36 y 41 puntos. Hay 33 puntos por jugar en casa, ganar mucho, estaremos cerca del ascenso. No hacerlo, significaría sufrir de nuevo. La afición, en lo que podemos influir, debemos poner de nuestra parte.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Don Quixote Of Goals

I hear that Real Murcia have declined an offer of “over a million euros” for striker Kike Garcia (Enrique García Martínez, Motilla del Palancar 25/11/89). I hope that the club simply told whoever the joker making such a laughable offer was, to fuck right off.

I suspect whoever it was is just taking advantage of Real’s precarious financial position. But that does not mean we should just let our best asset go for a pittance. The facts are that Kike is now fulfilling his potential, a potential that had been limited in the past through some nasty injuries. A run without injury and in a workmanlike team, he looks very impressive, and with 12 goals so far this season, and being the striker with the highest number of shots in the division, seems to now have added composure in front of goal to his list of skills.
Interested parties should know that he is probably the best player in Spain with his back to goal (and I include “primera” in that), able to bring down even the most difficult balls. Has the skill to get round his man. Is a team player but knows when it is time to go it alone. He'll get you an penalty, and score it too. Good with his head. Gives 100% in every game. But most of all he is a Real Murcia player, and loves the club.
I can only image how well Kike would do for a team in the Premier league, where he would have the backing of the crowd to bolster his confidence, instead of some seed munching know-it-alls.
If Real are below where Kike needs to be, and if the club need to sell in the summer to balance the books, then so be it. I just hope we have the minerals to hold out for the right price. Looking at recent deals for strikers (yes, those that demand the highest fees), my calculation of worth is :

Buy remainder of Contract


Just 24 years old




Hard graft




Loves Real Murcia


Total Euros


Total Pounds

Any offer below say €6 million should be laughed off. He’s worth every penny.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Fuck The System

Below is my translation of the sublime article on Real Murcia’s draw at Real Madrid Castilla last weekend, written by Luis María Valero for the blog Mondo Moyano. Such a historic feat, first ever team to be behind, with just 9 men, an hour to play and still get a point, deserved an article like this.

If it had been the usual robbery, one of the many we have suffered in the last few years, we would have done our habitual swearing and turn the page. But when we are looking at a type of theft without precedent, unheard of for its unquestionable creativity, we need to stop and try to find an explanation. We elaborate a theory: José Ramón Piñeiro Crespo (the referee), an engineer from Asturias, 32 years old, is just another man in this valley of tears, with his ego, his miseries, his weaknesses and his temptations. He arrives at the ground of Real Madrid’s reserve side, and is almost certainly greeted by a Butragueño or similar, who treats him with exquisite courtesy, and shows him around the ultra-modern Valdebebas installations. Whatever you need, José Ramón. No need to tell him anything else. It’s Real Madrid’s reserves, bottom of the table and visited by a club in decline, a nobody, that in summer the members of the league saved from relegation to Segunda B by one miserable vote, and about whom the last he read said are broke and unable to pay the taxman. Murcia are mid-table, and, he thinks, don’t really need the points, whilst the reserves of one of Spain’s two powerful clubs is bottom and needs to win by whatever means. José Ramón knows perfectly well that no Spanish referees’ career has ever been harmed by giving a helping hand to one of the big two, in this refereeing meritocracy that has the same honesty and transparency as the examinations for public office of 19th century Russia. For that reason, José Ramón doesn’t care that in the history of football there isn’t one single precedent of a straight red card to a player for handball at 35 metres from goal.

“Now he will feel guilty and he’ll compensate”, my father said, naively, after Alcalá was dismissed. I confess I started to think the same. But José Ramón only wanted to finish what he had started, and as soon as possible. Real Murcia, in addition, had the insolence to resist; refusing to be the perfect martyr, and even went ahead with Kike’s goal. The system, incarnated in a small, grey man, of obtuse appearance and crude manner, could not tolerate such a rebellion; he should suffocate it as an example. Therefore, after Castilla equalized, José Ramón’s final punishment came, blowing for a non-existent penalty against Álex Martínez. That decision was already harmful enough, but the idea to show another red card, leaving Real Murcia with 9 men after just 30 minutes, can only be born of a tyrannical fantasy that would shock the government of North Korea. At that moment I felt, at the same time, the need to: turn of the telly; cry; call the Police; shout from my window; paint my face with the blood of a pig, go out deranged and stone a bank; forget about football for ever. In the meantime, La Sexta (the channel who televised the game) asked us to be calm, and to think that the referees had already harmed Castilla this season, and that we should happily accept our sacrifice. This also forms part of the systems crushing procedure: whilst they push the pillow over your face, they whisper to you that it’s for your own good. So Real Murcia didn’t even have a voice in the commentators to condemn the scandal. That is the absolute strength of the powerful; they also control the repercussions. You have to think that when it concerns one of the big two, they can’t call things as they are without telephones ringing. And also, who cares about Real Murcia? Defend Murcia, us? No, man. They should be defended by their own miserable losers.

All was going to the regimes plans, who were preparing to ask us to disperse, there was nothing to see. But then our own anti-system from San Miguel appeared, he who lives apart from the rules, knows no mandate other than to serve the club until the end, and who knows no fear. When Acciari saw that the giant of the system raised itself and advanced slowly and confidently towards us, he not only didn’t capitulate, he stood firm and prepared his slingshot and his stone. What a game José Luis (Acciari), and what a goal, just when it looked impossible. How many more lessons are you going to give us? Seeing him celebrate the goal, radiant, like a kid, enjoying the moment without thought of the 40 minutes of agony ahead to hold the result, almost made me ashamed for not having believed that these players, led by José Luis, could do it. “Heroes”. That was on one of the banners that the fans held in the small hours as they received the team at the Nueva Condomina, and that is the best description, because a hero is anyone that stands up to the system and even beats it. Heroism is what our players showed for 65 minutes we played with 9 against 11, during which time the result was 0 – 1 in our favour. When the end came, those present were silenced, astounded by the achievement. The giant lay unconscious on the grass, and a thread of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth. Then, with the calm of the chosen, José Luis approached, impregnated a finger with blood, and tasted it. Kike interpreted the sign, jumped on the giant, screamed a battle–cry, and took his scalp. Piñeiro Crespo ran to his dressing room, the children of Castilla cried, and in the stands families fled in terror.  They had tried to mock Real Murcia.
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Tuesday, January 7, 2014


Footballistically, my Friends, I don’t understand you. After 15 days of winter break, I expected to see hunger for football, a desire to go to the stadium, queues at the box office…..but no. Attendances were even down.
Lots of empty seats, even at winning teams. Poor attendances at even the Nou Camp and at the Bernabeu. ¿Why this apathy?
Football saturation? Prices? The weather? Crisis? The lack of competitiveness in “la mejor Liga del mundo”? (I say this because watching the Barcelona – Elche game, even thought it was 4 nil, you could hear the yawns from the stands)
Our own Real Murcia is clear example of the panorama, and the almost complete disinterest of the Murcian public in their team.
They seem much more interested when there is bad news or reason to belittle the club, or to take the piss out of the few faithful. They know the club’s debt with the taxman to the last cent, and don’t miss a chance to tell us. The remind you of poor results, but are missing when we win. These shits, yep, shits, are those that then demand cheap tickets when we have an important game, or if we play their real club (you know which ones), or come looking for you to see if you have “any contacts at the club for a few tickets”.
There is no positive reaction to the club suffering. Nor to the winter break. From the 7.367 crowd against Hércules, which increased to 8.316 against Barcelona B (I don’t need to explain that one), Real get only 6.385 against Tenerife. The team is higher up the league, the weather the same, the prices the same…..indeed, I thought, as I said, to see people looking forward to going to the stadium, with Real Murcia just a point of the play-off places. Did Murcia back the team? Clearly, no.
We should forget the politically correct bollocks about the fans. Half of those that bother to go the games, have a terrible attitude towards their team. The insults are constant, but not for yet another poor referee, or for our rival, but always, always, directed at Real Murcia’s players. Drunk, lazy, bad, shameless, there were some of the insults shouted by a 10 year old kid sitting in front of me. This is obviously a product of his environment; he just does what he sees. And of course, not one shout of support in favour of Real, and a lot of begging for shirts from the substitutes warming up in the corner.
A complicated situation, having the taxman squeezing, and your own people trying to bring you down. Until we see a new mentality in Murcia, nothing is going to change, economically sinking, held hostage by our owner, a team on the edge of a precipice, and hated in our own home.


Futbolísticamente, no os entiendo, amigos. Tras 15 días de descanso por el parón navideño, esperaba unas ganas de fútbol, unas ansias por ir al estadio, unas colas en las taquillas…..pero no. Incluso la afluencia de público a los estadios fue menor.

Mucho plástico en las gradas, incluso de los equipos ganadores. Nou Camp y Bernabéu con entradas muy pobres. ¿Por qué esta apatía?

¿Saturación de fútbol? ¿Precios? ¿Climatología? ¿Crisis? ¿La falta de competitividad en “la mejor Liga del mundo”? (esto lo digo porque, viendo el partido Barcelona – Elche, aunque fue un 4 a 0, los bostezos de la grada fueron hasta audibles).

Nuestro Real Murcia es el ejemplo claro del panorama, y de la casi absoluta desinterés del público murciano en su equipo.

Parecen tener bastante más interés cuando se trata de malas noticias o razones para ningunear el club, o para mofarse de los pocos fieles. Saben la deuda del club con hacienda hasta la última cifra, y no pierden oportunidad para recordárselo a los que lo sufren. Te recuerdan el resultado adverso, pero están missing cuando hemos ganado. Estos mierdas, sí, mierdas, son los que luego exigen entradas baratas cuando jugamos algo importante, o si viene su equipo (ya saben cuáles), o te vienen a ti, sufridor, a ver si “tienes algún contacto para unas entradillas”.

El sufrimiento del club, no produce una reacción positiva. Ni el parón tampoco. De los 7.367 espectadores contra el Hércules, pasamos a subir hasta los 8.316 contra el Barcelona B (no hace falta que explique el por qué) pasamos a las 6.865 contra el Tenerife. El equipo está en mejor situación, el horario similar, el clima igual, los precios los mismos…..incluso esperaba, como digo, ganas de ir al estadio, con el Real Murcia a un punto de los puestos de play-off. ¿Aupamos? Claramente, no.

Dejamos también de milongas sobre la afición. La mitad de los que sí van al estadio, tienen una actitud lamentable con su equipo. Los insultos son constantes, pero apenas para otro mal árbitro, jamás para el rival, y siempre, siempre, para los jugadores del Real Murcia. Borrachos, gandules, fiesteros, malos, perros y sinvergüenzas. Estos fueron los gritos de un chico de unos 9 o 10 años que estuvo sentado delante de mi. Un zagal así es producto del entorno, y hace lo que ve. Por supuesto, ni un solo grito a favor del Real Murcia, y mucho pedir camisetas a los sustitutos mientras calentaban en la esquina.

Situación complicada, tener a hacienda apretando y tu propia gente hundiendo. Hasta que en Murcia no hay una nueva mentalidad, seguiremos igual, hundidos en lo económico, rehén de nuestro dueño, deportivamente al límite y odiado en nuestra propia casa.