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Presa, Marca and a hero named Casanova (24th February, 2017)

Raúl Martín Presa just confirmed that the 17 fans, who Tebas had filed criminal complaints against (yes, this is the Zozulya case), will be expelled if found in the stadium. Nice work.

Also, Marca, being typically and idiosyncratically Marca, released a dossier entitled Tracing Míchel's Rayo with "predictions" and interviews. The gist? Míchel worked under Paco, so Míchel's Rayo will play like Paco's Rayo.

Finally, we must applaud courage when it is displayed. And today it was displayed by a Casanova - Gerard Nus Casanova. The assistant technical director for Rayo is also the assistant manager of the Ghana national football team, and because none of the technical staff (bar manager Avram Grant) have been paid even though AFCON finished weeks ago, he is refusing to leave Accra until everyone gets paid.

"Like any human being, when you do work you want to get paid - I don't think there's anything strange in that. I'm just going to wait here until they come with a good solution. Local people tell me that if I leave without a payment, most likely I will never get paid...It's sad to hear that because basically all I'm claiming is the money I've been promised for the job done."

Which led to this immortal response from a leading Ghana FA official, who told BBC Sport:

"We don't have the money...It's not only Nus but the entire technical team and backroom staff - all of them."

Salute, Gerard Nus. His life story is really interesting - a story for another day I guess.

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