The question has to be asked point-blank: In whose hands is our soccer?
In Mexican soccer, the businessmen also make the athletic decisions. The national team is managed at the whims and in the interest of one single, monopolistic, arbitrary, anarchical and all-powerful company. The most recent decision to change coaches, which brought Victor Manuel Vucetich to the national team, was made in a suite in the Estadio Azteca by a group of people or by a person who did not have sufficient ability to do so.
Disorder and ignorance reign supreme in the midst of this chaos: What knowledge of soccer at the level played down in the pitch do the team owners have that makes them able to make soccer decisions? Do they know about the strategies or the players or the deepest secrets of the game? Does the owner of media giant Televisa have the ability to make a straightforward decision in the interest of soccer?
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Has anyone thought about creating a technical board of directors to take advantage of the experience and the abilities of individuals like "Nacho" Trelles, Manolo Lapuente, Miguel Mejía Baron, Enrique Meza, Javier Aguirre, Bora Milutinovic, Ricardo La Volpe, Ricardo Ferretti, and Vucetich himself, and to give them the responsibility for making the athletic decisions?
I never thought I would have to say this: Mexico does not deserve to go to the World Cup. Mexico does not belong in a World Cup. Mexico will be more harmed than helped by a ticket to the World Cup.
The problem is that the worst sporting crisis in the history of Mexican soccer cannot be solved in the complexity or the simplicity of winning the playoff against New Zealand. The problem is that those responsible for this profound crisis — not necessarily the players or the coaches — continue to be hidden, trying, as always, to keep afloat a business that is threatening to go under. The problem is that Mexican soccer lives by moments in time, passions, money, by what happens today, and only today. It has a short memory and is unable to accept the disease that afflicts it.
And in the midst of this chaos, disorder and anarchy, confusion reigns supreme: It is not a question of players, nor does it have to do with the approach of this or that coach or with the lineup, nor is it necessarily a situation that exclusively falls to the realm of character, temperament or confidence. What is occurring today is the result of the damage inflicted by years and years of poor decisions, of a soccer program managed as if it were mere merchandise, as if it were a product for sale, at the service of television, feeding a misguided synergy between financial and athletic affairs.
Our soccer is in the hands of executives who are good at business. They add, multiply, subtract and multiply again. Bit by bit, the damage has been done. The conditions of the game are lost, the opponents advance, and you come not to a standstill, but rather fall back. In whose hands is our soccer?