Yo no he dicho que lo público sea una mierda. Estoy orgulloso de pagar impuestos.
Lo que quiero es que el dinero público se gestione con eficacia y que quienes cobráis más de 100.000€ al año rindáis cuentas por resultados. Parásitos.
Que te echen y le den el dinero a Barbacid.
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger
gestos como este me hacen volver a sentir fe en la humanidad, esta es Gladis, una limpiadora de Republica Dominicana de 86 años, ella es del Madrid y su sueño siempre ha sido ir a un partido del Madrid y hoy la han llevado al banquillo del Madrid y le han dado una camiseta🤍
😭 Se me ha metido algo en el ojo...
La emoción de quien lo ha ganado 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢 y llora como un chiquillo por llegar a una nueva final.
❤️ Te queremos 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗢, @JNavas.
#VamosEspaña | #EURO2024
Mañana empieza la Eurocopa y todo español de bien tiene que ir con su Selección si no será deportado. Todos los patriotas tenemos que seguir unas reglas básicas, solo se permitirá cambiar de colores una vez haya sido eliminado el país que pone en nuestro dni y entonces podrá haber anarquía y guerra entre los propios españoles como si de la liga se tratara. Cada vez que suene el himno de España, te pille en el salón, cagando o pelándotela tendrás que levantarte con mano al pecho, mirando al cielo y tararearlo. La carvajalinha será judadón top para todos y cada uno de nosotros, los fallos de Morata no se hatearan, se animará al jugador para que marque en la próxima, Joselu nunca habrá jugado en el Espanyol, Ferrán Torres protagonizará Megalodón 3, Pedri mas magia que Modric, Lamine Yamal y Rodri serán balón de oro durante la Euro, Fabián no es un tronco, los madridistas amaran a Baena como si fuera un hijo, Nico Williams mejor extremo de la galaxia, Nacho mejor central del mundo, Unai Simón mejor que Courtois, Cucurella es Brad Pitt lo que dure la Euro, el nombre "Fermín" será bonito durante el campeonato, Luis de la Fuente será una mezcla entre Zidane, Simeone y Anchelotis, además de tener una calva brillante y preciosa.
Si incumples alguna de estas reglas serás declarado como antiespañol y todo twitter fútbol España caerá sobre ti. Habrá juicios. Dicho todo esto solo nos queda coger la bandera, colocarla a modo de capa y gritar. VIVA ESPAÑA!!!!!!
Un sueño hecho realidad.
Muy feliz y orgulloso de formar parte del club de mis sueños @realmadrid Es imposible explicar lo feliz y emocionado que me siento en este momento. Estoy impaciente por veros, Madridistas, y gracias por vuestro increíble apoyo.
¡Hala Madrid! 🤍🤍🤍
A dream come true,
So happy and proud to join the club of my dream @realmadrid
Nobody can understand how excited I am right now.
Can’t wait to see you, Madridistas, and thanks for your unbelievable support.
¡Hala Madrid! 🤍🤍🤍
Un rêve devenu réalité,
Tellement heureux et fier de rejoindre le club de mon rêve @realmadrid
Personne ne peut comprendre à quel point je suis excité en ce moment.
J’ai hâte de vous voir, Madridistas, et merci pour votre incroyable soutien.
¡Hala Madrid! 🤍🤍🤍