Follow us on social networks:News saved in your profileJavier Portillo celebrates the 0-1 win at Stadium Gal against Real Irún on June 19, 2010, the day of Hércules' last promotion to First Division.INFORMATIONThey all hurt, but the last one is the only one that kills you.The bad thing, diabolical paradox, is that you may not be aware of that, of the definitive one.The blows follow one another.They don't give upThey change intensity, but not direction.Living consists of that.Enduring what comes and protecting yourself if you can, if you know how or, in the worst case scenario, if they allow you.But all sticks hurt no matter how much you hide.They make a dentThey leave a mark.Scars that cost more to make up every morning because of the accumulation.Life is movement, inaction kills.You have to move forward.The Hercules tries desperately, but can't find a way to go straight.Since June 19, 2010 he walks in circles, drags his feet, but remains still, at the same point, an initiator who dies crushed under each failure.In twelve years the causes that cause the fiascos have varied, as well as those accused of motivating them.What remains floating in an incessant continuous present –orbiting around the star on which it has to turn yes or yes– are the circumstances and many proper names in the main and secondary roles.Today marks exactly twelve years since the last promotion to the First Division of Hercules.The team returned to the elite and had the opportunity to build, to solidify its foundations, to create an entity with its own life not subject to the indispensable figure of anyone, to be self-sufficient, to grow.Other clubs got it: Real Sociedad, Villarreal, Levante... El Hércules, no.There was no way.And from that cloud of dust with the vocation of a perfect storm come the mud that prevents the foundations from settling, that the structure endures, that it is necessary to urgently shore up in each new storm, that it costs God and help to put the house on sale or simply rent it.That train of professional football passed and the blue and white team did not get on it.And if he did, he didn't want to pay for a seat, he stayed between cars, and in the first curve, he was thrown and fell into no man's land, condemned to live with assisted breathing, permanently connected to the oxygen source.The Hercules ages badly, and with it, everyone who feels it, inside and outside.The accumulation of collective and individual frustrations, of accusations, of accusations, of political uses, of bubbling scandals, do nothing more than aggravate the state of health of an entity that everyone claims to love, but it is rare that, with its particular absolute truth, do not contribute to kill it.Everyone, without distinction, acts for the good of the patient, but the patient never improves, on the contrary, every year he has more of a coffin face.Dissecting the history of Hércules in the last three decades serves to realize that the club has long accumulated terrible ailments.The ills of the entity, although it is hard to see now due to the embarrassment and the depth of the immediate, are prior to Enrique Ortiz, who landed in the Rico Pérez as a result of a previous manager sinking.It would be important to objectively determine how much money from the personal assets of the Ortiz family has passed through the arteries of the SAD.Denying that the figure would be bulky is pure demagoguery, what is not so much is calculating what has remained (or remains) of all that investment, what remains each time it is time to start from scratch, a situation that is repeated summer after summer.Even the exclusive use of the field historically linked to the entity is pending a judicial resolution.The channeling through the figure of Enrique Ortiz of all the decisions that are made in the club links the germ and the development of each project to the emotions of the businessman, who seems to accept the blows naturally, but suffers the moral wear of those who feel unfairly beaten.That causes his discouragement to be that of the entity.Until the builder recovers his spirit, the institutional depression does not subside.If there are those who get tired of winning, it is easy to guess what effect the tiredness of losing causes, because when Hercules loses, he loses many people, and people very different from each other.The Hércules, its fans, its partners, its workers and its owners know well where they want to go, they are perfectly clear about what their destination should be and how important it is to get there sooner rather than later.There are no edges or nuances in that.But it goes in circles and needs to take steps forward, find a different discourse.Paquito, Sergio Fernández, Quique Hernández, Barroso, Portillo and Del Pozo have seen each other at some point anxiously waiting for the call that would unblock everything, that would turn on the tap, that would untie their hands.That space of uncertainty and entropy is greater with the succession of failed projects.Paco Peña was at the Stadium Gal in Irún celebrating the team's latest great achievement.Now his name sounds to carry a bag that weighs many kilos.He has one thing going for him, nothing he lives if he takes on the challenge will catch him by surprise... or yes, maybe one.Enjoy all the newsNews saved in your profileNews saved in your profileNews saved in your profileNews saved in your profileEditorial Prensa Alicantina SAU All rights reserved