My Morning Coffee and the Football Question
Woke up today scratching my head about that La Liga player award thing. Grabbed my laptop and cold coffee leftovers first thing, thinking who’s actually gonna win this season? Started scribbling names on a napkin like a madman.
Digging Through the Messy Stats
Pulled up last season’s numbers first. Vinicius Jr kept popping up everywhere – goals, assists, dancing past defenders. Made a star next to his name with my chewed-up pen. Then remembered that Bellingham guy carrying Real Madrid half the season. Thought about Rodrygo too but nah, not consistent enough.
Checked Girona surprises next. That Dovbyk dude shocked me – 24 goals last season! But then saw his team got raided like a bargain bin. Half his setup men gone. Crossed his name out real hard.
Listened to Spanish podcasts while washing dishes. Kept hearing Kubo whispers. Pulled his heatmaps – the guy runs everywhere! But Real Sociedad ain’t challenging for titles. Sighed and put question marks beside his name.
The Barcelona Headache
Stared at Barcelona squad like a cursed puzzle. Lewandowski looked half-asleep last season but the contract screams “play me!”. Yamal – kid’s magic but 16 years old carrying entire attacks? My brain hurt thinking about it.
- Gavi coming back from knee hell – no chance
- Pedri made of glass – gorgeous when playing though
Almost threw my notebook here. Barça’s whole situation feels like watching Jenga tower during earthquake.
The Obvious Conclusion
Spread all my sticky notes on the floor. Real Madrid names glowed like neon signs. Vinicius checks every dang box – leader stats, trophy contender, highlight machine. Unless he breaks both legs or starts playing blindfolded, trophy’s going to him. Closed laptop feeling like detective who cracked case with coffee stains as evidence.
