Spain, Bulgarian style

Spain was cruel to Bulgaria, barely letting them breathe, like a "Bulgarian-style" football dictatorship. There was never a match, and I think it was the best training session the Spanish could have had, given we're at the start of the season.

De la Fuente 's lineup surprised me, and I didn't like that Cubarsí didn't start. I'll never like Le Normand; there was no attacking attack, but he even ended up with a yellow card. I don't understand why Cubarsí can't be compatible with Huijsen. But now "we know that his family," as De la Fuente calls his team, wants to show that he has a very serious and decisive father. Because the "family" continues to play exquisite football.

Of course, understanding the match against Bulgaria is like understanding " le Mystere des voix bulgares ", choruses from the mountains that could have served as a soundtrack to the suffering of their team.

Lamine did what he wanted, but he missed the crucial moments. His friend Nico was heavily marked, and for him, two defenders are too many. But there's world champion Cucurella , who is enlightened by the Holy Spirit. He scored a formidable goal with his left foot, when his is his right.

I saw Morata 's face on the bench and he looked dejected, but the truth is that Oyarzabal is always in the position where he can kill the opponent with a goal, although he missed two great opportunities.

Since joining Arsenal, Zubimendi has developed his game like a child who does it very quickly, but waiting for him to reach Rodri 's level is like growing up and touching the clouds. Pedri plays better when he plays further forward, which is what the father of the family liked.

The second half was excessively dull and uneventful. A slumber that only saw a glimmer of light when Rodri and Carvajal reappeared, a year after their departure from the national team. Neither took any risks and they knew they weren't up to the superlative standards of that European champion. But they left a sense of security and professionalism.

The other great entertainment was seeing if Lamine Yamal would score a goal, as he was looking for them, showing his claws and looking desperate, but he had no luck with his shot or with the final pass.

Nico 's poor performance brought out Olmo , who doesn't usually play well if he starts plays on the left. We also saw another newcomer to the national team, Jesús Rodriguez, but when the game was calling for it, Unai Simón didn't even touch the ball the entire match.

These matches are scheduled for FIFA's greediest TV rights campaign. But they're pitiful to watch, because the mediocre team is humiliated and the winner despairs of not having achieved a bigger victory.

The tough game is Sunday's, in a distant city in Türkiye, almost in the middle of Asia. But we're in the World Cup, even if they call it European qualifying. That perfidious FIFA.