As young children, we sincerely believed in a world of perfect communication between our parents. When mom said no to ice cream, we scurried over to our father. His first question? What did your mother say? Predictable, stable, coherent, only in the early stages of adolescence would we see hiccups in the assembly line of authority.

The central command of Real Madrid resembles your dysfunctional family, but also, more entertainingly, the command-and-control structure of the Cold War Era United States and Former Soviet Union. In a land of mixed signals, incorrect appraisals, missed messages, and pompous egoes, what can a humble madrileno do? What have we learned after all these years?

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