Good morning, good morning, good morning. See if you can guess what I'm celebrating.

Barsar celebrating because they polished off an excellent season and a title win by going to San

Mamez and winning 3-0, playing well, winning handsomely. Something they don't often do at

San Mammes, but today is not about the champions. We've talked about them sufficiently

for the moment. This is about a healthy agent. This is an appeal for help the agent. This is respect

for the Dad's Army of Spain. And in a couple of cases, it's a good buy. I'll be clearer.

Luca Modrich, when he signed from Tottenham Hotspur was within six

months voted by the online readers of Marca, the worst signing of the season. People often

say it was Marca, it wasn't, it was the viewers, it was the fans, it was the ones who supposedly

always know better than the journalist.

In that instance, no. Because here he is, um, from 2012 to 2015, 28 trophies and not only a footballer and a man of

class and brilliance and distinction, but somebody who's united football fans around the world.

It's a tendency, I would argue,

that many football fans like to see the big sides, the big clubs,

the ones that win all the time, knocked over.

And therefore, their players are very seldom favourites of the neutrals, not in the case of Luca Modridge.

For Madridistas, a couple of years after he signed, he'd sealed, he'd sealed.

He'd sealed.

I like what I did there.

Their love forever, because in the 93rd minute in Lisbon losing the Champions

League final to Alitical Madrid, it was the Croat, a goat herder, somebody who learned to play in

the parking area of a hotel who came through war whose grandfather was killed by the opposite side

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