After his narration in Goal
The pressure and the errors force to "Goal TV" to do without Merlos
Published New:3/02/2017 - 20:04h
Updated New:4/02/2017 - 20:43h
After the pressures and the criticisms in the social networks after his bochornosas narration in "Goal TV", the main narrator of Josep Lluis Merlos announced his renunciation. "The criticism, welcome, deserved and fit", wrote
Finally, and like an apple that falls of the tree by the law of the gravity, Josep Lluis Merlos will leave to broadcast football in the channel "Goal TV". Everything after having starred bochornosas and regrettable transmissions that affected, especially, to the FC Barcelona in his parties of Glass of the King in front of the Athletic Club of Bilbao and Athletic of Madrid.
The last finish with a grandísimo number of publications that put of relief what from FCBN already warn after the duel. The transmission was really shameful, seeming that the colchoneros had traced back at the end of the duel, without repeating neither mention the played controversies against of the Barça like the fault of Koke on Luis Suárez or speaking of a penalti on Gaitán... When the played was cancelled by clear offside!
After all this, the narrator Merlos announced that it left to broadcast the parties for the channel of television. This wrote a letter that reproduced the newspaper "Sport" and where showed more like victim that assuming clearly his grave errors and fault of impartiality.
This is the letter of Josep Lluis Merlos:
"It was a big luck. An immense fortune. My father was partner of the RCDE Espanyol, and my grandfather of the Barça. This allowed me divide the afternoons of the Sundays between Sarrià and the Camp Nou. But Montjuïc crossed in my way and seduced me with elder forces that the balloon, marking my life, more than my professional destination. Jacky Stewart did me vibrate more than Martí Filosía. And the roar of the Deep de León-Chemarin or the one of the Ducati of Cañellas-Grau excited me more than the feats of the Five Dolphins blanquiazules.
Had the big luck that Alex Booties, God done journalist, recycled me of DJ in the 40 Main to locutor of sports in Radius Barcelona. And had the immense fortune that "the mestre" Puyal admitted me in his original team and opened me the doors of the football. But the petrol threw me.
And it went also a big luck and an immense fortune that in TV3 called me. No to do engine, but football. And I finish them convincing so that they left me be happy, as it can that you already know after so many years giving them the murga with the tubes of leakage; also in the pages of this newspaper.
Today, twenty years after my previous narration of a football match (more than thirty to have it done in Spanish for the last time) have had the big luck and the immense fortune, to go back to try it thanks to the opportunity that has given me GOAL, a chain that only has the universe by in front, and that has received me with more affection of the that had been able to dream.
And I have seen that the football has changed, that no longer plays the same, that Messi runs much more that Maradona, that CR7 is more supersonic that Juanito, and that this sport –or what remains of him- no longer narrates the same, no only from the visual appearance. Conclusions to which arrives , overcoat, from the perspective that gives the distance (in time and space) that I wanted to take with him.
Puyal Always says to his collaborators that the people has to listen us no because his lotion do in Catalan, but because this was very done. And I have not done it to the level that expected, that my own degree of car-requirement requires.
In the almost dozen of parties that have narrated these weeks, the margin for the suffering occupied a greater space that the one who would have to correspond him to the entertainment. The comfortable, and profitable, was to follow trying it; the honest, leave it, and listen to which for real want me. Always I have defended the passion like the indispensable fuel for any job; also for east. And the love never can be "low cost".
I appreciate the a lot of samples of support that have had in the start of this new adventure. And, of course, also I accept the criticisms.
A Sunday in Sarrià and another in the Camp Nou taught me to value the essence of the SPORT further of the colours and the scarves. With equal intensity, delivered to equal parts, by odd and demagogic that can resemble them some.
The humans move us or by impulses, or by affinities to styles and models. From this point of view is normal in the life range with some forms, identify with some values. Therefore they exist the ideologies. Also in the football, where one turns into follower of a team and no of another, of the same way that can like him more the meat or the fish, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones, the night or the day. It is something innate, and the one who deny it, more than a timorato what is is a hipocrita. Pretend the objectivity is an utopia. Like this, in front of the impossibility to remain extraneous to the human, the aim has to be the ecuanimidad, the neutrality. And here I remain me very calm.
And of the same way that if Puyal says what says -that listen us because we do it well, and no by that we do it in Catalan- the logical would be that they did not leave us to do it, for being Catalan or for having an accent that to ones can seem them less funny or salty that others. Or despellejarnos until the insult thus, and turn us into victims of extraneous interests to what occupies us: the sport, agree ?
The criticism, welcome, deserved and fit. The insult? Have the luck and the immense fortune to be enamoured of the engine. Thank you, and they excuse the errors".




