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What I like most about my website is the freedom to publish what I want. I try to make it a rational tool. Ninety-nine point nine, nine, nine of the people who visit me are linked to handball. This entry is not going to be an exception.
Josep Cullell, a couple of days ago, has crossed to the other side of the river with the coins over his eyes to pay the boatman. This gentleman, blacksmith by trade, lived in my town and was always closely linked to the Palautordera handball. I remember him sitting at the end of the bench in every game, suffering with passion, encouraging the boys and being very understanding when I had to talk about a player. I never knew that he spoke badly to anyone. At the end of the 80s, Palau, a town of five thousand inhabitants, had a team in División de Honor (that’s what the current Asobal League was called then) and I lived in the pavilion. My house was about a hundred meters from that old facility and I loved spending hours there, first training and then watching how the first team did it. You had to be silent. Many days they worked behind closed doors and there I was, sitting in the stands with the person in charge of the pavilion.
Sense por !, you could hear him shouting from the bench. Josep, when asked about a young player, always said: “he is afraid …” It is one of the many mythical phrases that my group of friends attribute to him. Another, the greatest of all, we listened to when we analyzed a player with something of quality. Then he would say: “well in front, but he has a spare bottle” … jijijiiji Just remembering it, I can not stop laughing. The “worst” thing I heard him say was one day they talked about a pivot, as big as an open but very clumsy wardrobe: “Fulanito? That every time he has to throw he stumbles on the six-meter line! ” jijijiji
I have not been able to attend the funeral, but from these lines I want to remember you with great affection and affection. It is often said that those who have left should be left to rest, but also that if we continue to remember them, they are still “alive”. Until Josep, death is only the beginning of eternity.