The return of the 'coach'
Iñaki Urdangarin has returned to the public eye and, despite being divorced from Princess Cristina, he still follows in the footsteps of his former father-in-law. Both commission agents, estranged from the Crown and socially ostracized (one paid with imprisonment; the other did not), have reappeared with an identical strategy: the publication of inconsequential biographies to whitewash their image and a complete lack of self-criticism. The former brother-in-law of King Felipe VI now insists that his sentence was "disproportionate" and conveniently forgets that it was upheld by the Supreme Court: 5 years and 8 months for proven crimes of continuous malfeasance and embezzlement, influence peddling, fraud against the Administration, and two tax offenses. Urdangarin's selective amnesia makes him forget that he paid ghost employees through Nóos, that he billed the Government hundreds of thousands of euros for consultancies that turned out to be nonexistent, and that he went from denying any oversight by the Royal Household to claiming he wouldn't take a single step without its supervision. Back then, what he and his partner were doing was still called consulting, and today, coachingIn fact, this is the future of work that is being forged. Courage is needed to hire their services. Whatever comes.
It was as lamentable as it was fascinating to follow that trial in which Princess Cristina presented herself as a submissive, pre-constitutional woman who seemed to behave like a domestic servant, paid, incidentally, also with funds diverted from Nóos.
The coach The Basque man has every right in the world to reintegration, to start a new life, and even to be forgotten. But not to deny proven facts. Speaking well of the Emeritus King, a possible business leader, is not exactly the wisest course of action. The morbid fascination in the circles of heart It lies in knowing why his love for the Infanta ended, generalities that he has reserved for the magazine Hello!, Because every audience needs to be given what it demands. We don't need to read his memoirs to understand what he explains. Coaching Of the worst kind. If there is any good kind.
The Urdangarin I'm interested in is the one who signed emails as "the Duke of Palma," who behaved in public with the airs of a king, who closed deals with Jaume Matas at Marivent while playing padel, and who stammered in court every time he contradicted himself. I'll leave the revenant for the readers of his book. If at any point he says, "I was wrong," someone let me know. Otherwise, at the regattas with the Emeritus King.
