গার্সিয়ার প্রতারণা

**আমাদেরকেই ‘গড়ে’ছিল

আমি চিকাগোয় বড়দেশী, where your neighborhood defines you before you even know your name. Same thing happened with Garcia at RCD Espanyol — he wasn’t just a player. He was the product of their academy system: La Masia in spirit if not name. They nurtured him like family. He wore their colors like armor.

Now he walks into Camp Nou as an enemy? That ain’t ambition — that’s emotional arson.

**“They Felt Betrayed” – And So Do I

The former president said it clean: ‘He lied to his teammates, coaches, fans.’ No theatrics. No drama. Just truth so sharp it cuts through noise.

And yeah — I’ve seen that look before.

In my old neighborhood back home, when someone from our block made it big but forgot where they came from… we didn’t hate them for succeeding. We hated them for forgetting us. Garcia didn’t just leave Spain; he left his people. And that hurts deeper than any contract clause.

**Not Just a Transfer – A Cultural Clash

This wasn’t some under-the-table sale or forced exit because money ran out. No — Espanyol let him go because he triggered his release clause. Free agency on his terms. But here’s the twist: they didn’t want him going to Barca, their fiercest social rival — not just on pitch but in culture, identity, class dynamics. You don’t sell your son to the guy who runs your church while you’re still praying at yours. That’s not business — that’s disloyalty written in sweat and blood from training pitches.