A sense and sincere tribute to Andrés Montes of the hand of a good friend, the text is copied in full of Juanma Iturriaga blog in the country. Damn
black, these things are not friends. You will not suddenly, without warning, on a Friday night either, leaving us to dust. But I should not wonder. It was never yours to follow a script. Hardly politically correct. And, sorry to tell you now, but you've always been a freak. "Iturriaga, listen, which is that I have 10 years, was on the bus in Madrid, and was the only black!" You used to tell me year after year in our endless lunches and dinners on tour through the world of God. Maybe you should check this, or maybe not, but if you've never been a character "classifiable." For many reasons. From the professional to the personal. From your style to broadcast the matches to those birds that took me and you felt so proud. And then you did not want to recognize you!.
Man, Andrew, now what we do without you? People want to know how you were behind the camera, if it was true that life can be wonderful, where they dragged them out nicknames, if you were depressed at the Sixth and much more. Because they do not see that is mounted. A tribute and more of a declaration of those beginning with "I went very close friend" I have greatly disturbed because the hypocrisy never tolerate it well, but I'm talking about all Internet. They have done a lot of videos on your memory, some of them would love verdad.Te senses. Or maybe not. Because I never knew very well how to do this for fame. On the one hand ranting about everything related to it. The jerks that you passed you shouted tiki-taka! , or who might be around the party screaming Andrew, Andrew!, Despite seeing with headphones on and talking nonstop. Have you a hundred times to stop to sign autographs and get you photos. But on the other hand, all that we were around you were sure that deep down, I liked much.
And that you spent a lot of things. You were like some coaches, who say they read newspapers but they know everything he writes. The hearings gave you the same but you know by heart. Supposedly gave you the same to football, basketball, bocce, and once said in a press conference (olé your eggs!) But we were able to discuss any subject with a passion basketball inaccessible to someone who does not feel the sport. Advocated an optimistic message with that life can be wonderful and sometimes cost you too enjoy it. Nor wonder, since you've had a lot of whores. Your health, your separation, you can not have your children by your side. When you said you were not going to broadcast football over the Sixth did you hard. But you were screwed. Very fucked up. What were you all the Eurobasket in Poland. You said you did not care but I feel deceived and abused. Still, you are not noted on the air. And you were able to sign off with outstanding elegance when your body asked to give a good bang.
know I'm going to miss. To your good things and also those who were not so much because it recognizes that sometimes you were a real pain in the ass. Perhaps all these dualities was the reason for your magnetism. Your ability to attract attention, to be heard, to get away with it almost always travel, to make us laugh again and again with "Montes things."
I do not know how long you will remain news. Given the times, I guess not much. But do not worry. People like Caesar, Coldstream, Epi, the Lizard or myself we are going to take with us. And we are not alone. Your friend Mike, my son will too. To him are linked forever to Tokyo, where we got to change their hotel and take us to the Park Hyatt in the movie Lost in Translation . There, all together, we spent one of the best weeks of our lives, despite your difficulties to make you understand and you bring up the still water and ice, but ice water, but in a separate glass. I cried on Friday when Mikel heard!
And that's what you said earlier. These things are not done, dammit. You might have expected, I do not know, 30 years old, until the World Cup Basketball 2038, where we would have removed a big singing the praises of the English of the children of Gasol, Navarro, Calderón and company. It would have been nice.
A kiss on the bald fellow. And without a precedent and this time without me you have to say, I admit publicly: What luck I have had to have known!
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