Two vice-presidents and a licensed instructor

Just as the trial of Júnior’s threats against another member for sleeping with his ex-wife is about to take place, the Real Barcelona Tennis Club is facing a second crisis due to another sex scandal. In Catalonia, we like sordid and eschatological sex. Madame Claude, the great madame of Paris from the 90s to 2000s, said that we, the Catalans, were not the ones who paid the most in her brothel but we were the ones who took advantage of every euro to do any job. What is happening now in tennis is that Cuevas’ son – economic vice president – has been caught attacking one of the instructors at the club facilities. As happened with Júnior, now everything in tennis is done by “the sons of”. The institution’s decision was to reprimand Cuevas Jr. for lack of decorum and fire the instructor. Intense feminist debate on unequal punishment. A false debate that has no reason to exist. Assuming the relationship was free and consensual, neither Cuevas is guilty of what his son does, nor Cuevas Jr. has his father’s position, and so he is just another partner. It is grounds for dismissal if an employee has sexual relations in the workplace, but the fact that a partner has those same relations in exactly the same room is not grounds for dismissal but rather a lack of decorum and poor use of facilities. The employee has a series of obligations towards the company and the member has a series of rights in his club. Working in a company does not equate to being a member of a club, nor does failing to meet your obligations equate to overstepping your rights. It’s also not the first time that members and employees have secretly gathered at Barcelona’s top clubs. And it must be said that it is not a drama and it is even healthy, because from time to time you have to give free rein to your fantasies, and for a good child it will always be a bright gift to swim in the seas from the south and for a girl with aspirations There will always be something of expectation and promise in doing the same thing but in reverse. The world functions thanks to these sometimes fleeting emotions which sometimes even gel and give rise to new realities. The fact that precisely in Barcelona Tennis all these things happen with the young children of historical members is linked to the old spirit, “old regime” of the club. These are disorders more typical of the 19th century than the new possibilities offered by technology. A cuckold’s threats to the new tenant are older than the history of the club itself, which is saying something, and this desire to sleep with the servants is in the minds and hearts of these twisted Catalans , Catholics, moralists and the sluttiest in Europe. We love the feeling of doing something that is sinful more than the physical pleasure it can give us. This is why our nationalism consists of complaining, putting ourselves on the humiliating side of the relationship and inventing that we are beaten so that we can boast about it. Only the bed – tie me up – allows for more forms of grievance than politics, although in procedural Catalonia, political grievances now seem endless. These stories give strength to Tennis. And articles like this. They talk about members who love the spicy joke as much as the ones who committed it, and they fire Cuevas Jr. but they wish they had done it themselves, just like they call the Monitor all sorts of things and then gloat to think. about her. Forms of hypocrisy of the Pedralbes club, somewhat obsolete but which have to do with this brutal animal that in reality we all have inside, and the only difference between the upper and lower classes is that the upper classes contain by education and the lower classes courses by fear. But we are all equally fascinated to know who others are sleeping with, especially in cases of infidelity or any other type of scandal, and to know all the details of these encounters. Cuevas experienced this situation with his son, which I imagine was uncomfortable, but he is a good person and everyone knows that. Quite the opposite of the vice-president of Barcelona’s other major social club, the Polo Club. The Pole, as it is popularly called. This is Tomás Ragué who, between 1995 and 1996, according to his indignant partner, Xavier Pintó, contacted Javier de la Rosa through the Dualde family. Javier had learned that Ragué was the lawyer for some minority shareholders of Gran Tibidabo and that he was very interested in contacting him. The businessman, who was going through difficult times – he had just come out of Can Brians prison and had fired his lawyer Juan Piqué Vidal, who was at the origin of many of his problems – received Ragué with the intention to make him angry and frighten him. , but what was his surprise when Ragué announced to him that to close the cases opened against him, he had to hire two criminal lawyers whose names I do not want to remember – the most famous from Barcelona – and pay them more than 100 million pesetas in advance. When, a few years later, Javier learned that the two criminal lawyers had agreed with Ragué to pay him a percentage of the 100 million for having presented them, he complained and they replied that it was the usual thing between lawyers also between 1995 and 1996. , always as Xavier Pintó explains, Ragué tried to open another commercial route with Javier and told him that he had a very good “contact” with a PP group in Valladolid around Miguel Ángel Cortés, who later served as Aznar’s Undersecretary of Education, and that for example, a modest sum of millions could repair the multiple open fronts that the businessman had at the time. Javier rejected these “saviors” like so many others who came to him offering their solutions in exchange for large sums of money. Ragué, as Javier disdained the “relationship” with Cortés’ entourage, asked him to help him appoint Xavier Pintó president of Gran Tibidabo. Ragué achieved his goal but did not get what he expected from Pintó, who, once named president, did not give in to his demands. And then, overcome by anger and despair at not being able to benefit more from the Gran Tibidabo, he invited Pintó to dinner and came with a recorder hidden in the sleeve of his jacket. When he went to the bathroom, it came loose and hung on a thread beyond his hand. At that time, all of Barcelona knew about the event and Ragué’s maternal family was very socially embarrassed. Pintó was so angry that he told everyone who would listen, including several members of my family. This is something that has been talked about a lot, not so much because of the seriousness of the events but because of their profound rudeness. The fundamental difference between the two vice presidents is that Cuevas is a lifelong good man, with a son – boys will be boys – who is not very restrained; and on the other hand, the fact that Tomás Ragué became vice-president of Polo reflects the decline of Catalonia and of a bourgeoisie which does not defend any ideas, which does not direct its society and which sees how its companies and its model national decline because in the absence of great cultured and educated personalities occupying representative positions, whippersnappers and opportunists sneak in and worse things which I will not say.

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