Football: A Symphony of Sporting Injustice
Ah, the beautiful game! Or should I say, the beautifully unfair game? Imagine being outplayed, outsmarted, and outrun, only to come away with nothing but a sour taste in your mouth—like ordering a five-star meal and getting a dodgy takeaway instead. The recent showcase at Son Moix told a familiar story of football injustice, as Mallorca faced Rayo. With a dazzling performance that could have made the gods of sport weep, they only managed to find the net once, leaving scores of fans ready to throw their half-eaten pies at the referee.
Now let’s paint this picture vividly: it’s barely a minute into the match, and Robert Navarro’s shot is deflected off the post—an early signal that Mother Fortune was having a laugh at their expense. Muriqi had a clear chance to make it 2-0 before the first quarter. You could practically hear the bold whispers of “Where’s the justice?” in the stands as the Mallorca team danced around their rivals like a bunch of over-caffeinated ballerinas. And what happened next was less “just a game” and more “what on earth is going on?”
But hold onto your hats, folks! After the break, it was like watching a well-rehearsed opera, the kind where every singer knows their part, yet the audience is stuck wondering when the lead tenor will finally get the chance to shine. Mallorca unleashed a torrent of attacks; you could almost smell the desperation and desire wafting through the air. The fans, nostalgically reminiscing about the glory days, were on the edge of their seats—some even rubbing their eyes in disbelief, like they’d just spotted a unicorn sauntering down the street.
Enter Muriqi—the night’s leading man. Not only did he score, but he also orchestrated a performance alongside other stars like the indomitable Dani. In his 251st game, a milestone worthy of a parade, he delivered his third assist in just ten games. Imagine that! While the Rayo defense looked like a dysfunctional band at an off-key karaoke night, Mallorca played with finesse that would make even the most cynical of critics shed a tear.
And let’s not forget the numbers. Seventeen points from less than a quarter of the season is no small feat. It’s enough to make you wonder if the players have discovered some kind of secret footballing elixir. If they continue this upward trajectory, they could very well secure that elusive safety spot in La Liga without too much fuss, leaving fans to dream a little bigger—like a night out with the team after they clinch victory!
So, as we sit back and watch this delightful madness unfold, let’s tip our hats to the Arrasate team for giving it their all and yet still falling victim to the classic case of football’s cruel jokes. If this match was an opera, it was one of those ones where nobody really knows what’s happening, but everyone leaves humming a tune and wishing for encore performances. Here’s to more “waste of football” moments that somehow, against all odds, spark joy and frustration in equal measure!
There are few team sports, like soccer, in which mastery of the game, creating scoring chances, possession of the ball and superiority over the rival have less reward than what is later reflected on the scoreboard. The match against Rayo was one of those matches in which this act of sporting injustice occurred. And what we saw in Son Moix was a waste of football from the Arrasate team, which barely had the reflection of a 1-0 on the scoreboard, a prize achieved with fifteen minutes remaining. Barely a minute had passed and Robert Navarro could have already put his team ahead with that ball that crashed against the post. Muriqi had the second clear chance before the first quarter.
A waste of football that became more evident after the break, with Mallorca insistently searching for the goal and that made the stands salivate, excited, rubbing their eyes, for this ambitious game that they had not remembered for a couple of years. seasons. A choral symphony with many soloists because, although Muriqi was the one who signed such a magnificent work, there was no one who was out of tune. Not the full-backs, Mojica and Maffeo, turned into spears by the wingers, the central defenders Raillo and Valjent, powerful as always in the aerial game; that midfield with Darder, Morlanes, Robert Navarro and Samu creating and cutting; Larin and Muriqi, turned into a nightmare for Rayo’s center backs. And what can we say about Dani, who rewarded himself in his 251st game with the red shirt by giving his third goal assist in just 10 games.
Seventeen points already, in less than a quarter of the League, only 23 of the 40 that guarantee permanence in the First Division in recent years. And then, whatever this template wants.
