I'm tired of criticizing journalists because I am a journalist, every reproach I do notice as a tack nailed again in my own coffin. I do not want to speak ill of journalists ... but the profession does not give me respite. The latest farce I've seen on English Television, Ente, the public channel. The English team had just imposed to Slovakia with a resounding 5-1. The former Real Valladolid, now at Liverpool, Luis Garcia, had achieved a hat-trick : three goals in the match. At the end of the shock image appears in one of those journalists are mired sports journalism (terms which begin to be antithetical, as military pacifists). His name is Iñaki Cano. The so-Cano, dressed (ahem, ahem) with a cap of English team, interview with Luis Garcia, who holds in his hands the game ball. This is a reminder of the three goals scored. At the end of the interview, the mustachioed journalist suffers an acute attack of ego. "Trae, I'm going to sign the ball. For you to take a memory of me," he blurts out the player stunned. And with a pen in her hand, borratajo stamping on the ball. Iñaki Cano is believed more important than Luis Garcia and any footballer. He has not scored any goals, has not played the game, has not even told the meeting, but are more famous than anyone else because sometimes appears on TV dropping nonsense. Therefore, because "I also go out in the TV and muuyyy'm important, "he goes and spoils Badulaque with filthy signs the ball of the match. More than a journalist would have named him Onan.
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