The destination, which is sometimes pleased in the paradox, has wanted a story that should be told about a pull, such as the river that seeks the sea, it must now be counted on small tributaries: Javier Rabanal is about to succeed in Ecuador.
The story of a coach, Javier Rabanal Hernández, begins in San Cristóbal de la Laguna, ignoring the path that would take him to a valley in Ecuador, to command an army of young people with his heart on.
And the road, as often happens, was not straight, but full of curves and deviations, a patient jumped through the moors of the Canarian football, from the mud courts of the mud CF Rule, where it began in 1998 with a team of womenwho could have imagined it, even the modest Aspirations of the Laguna, the UD Las Zocas and the UD Los Llanos de Aridane.
They were in those years of learning in which success was not measured at points but in the conviction that one knows what he doesno matter how much the official history of football never records it, a time that would end with a decision that, in the eyes of many, was crazy, because Leave the island to look for luck in Canada And then in China it is an act of pure faith.
And time, he proved him, taking him to the fields of the European elite, first to Willem II and then, for the Capricho del fate, to the giant psv eindhovenwhere Ruud Van Nistelrooy’s hand raised him to a position that in his Tenerife youth was a simple chimera, but the chimeras have a short life and the resignation of one drags the other.
And so he found himself again at the crossroads, which took him not back home, but to an even farther place, to Ecuador, to the heart of the quarry of a club called Independiente del Vallewhere his Canarian humility met the South American ambition.
And what arrived was not a simple contract, was the culmination of a process, the sum of all those years of silent work that placed it in front of the first team, and from one day to another, The Canarian who fieled on the benches of Third Division I was leading a championship, with 59 points in the table and an advantage of 12 over Barcelona and 14 over League of Quito.
ORna distance that the football logic, so unpredictable, could well maintain, and not only that, because the hand of this stranger, of this stranger, He recovered faith in players who were lostdrawing the best version of Argentine goalkeeper Guido Villar and midfielders Jordy Alcívar and Patrik Mercado, a miracle that is not such.
It is the result of the patience and knowledge of man who, in the fields of Gáldar or in the neighborhoods of La Laguna, learned that the True victory is not on the final score, but in the perseverance of a path That, however far it seems, always leads home, or a place where the heart feels at home.
