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A Journey Of Quini

Quini was the person who suggested they call his wife in the home -- and the person who gave them the number.  Whenever a proposal was made, they panicked and feared a bluff and changed their minds constantly over who must deliver the ransom, finally settling to the Barcelona captain Alexanko.   They didn't have the telephone number of their club, their president, any directors or gamers. Which did not go to plan?  Followed by police motorcyclists, Alexanko was delivered on a lengthy and ultimately pointless journey from Barcelona to Girona and towards the French border, where the travel was aborted when it dawned on Spanish authorities they hadn't contemplated being forced from the country and hadn't cleared anything with their French counterparts.

The kidnappers made the occasional threat, although one of these promised Quini that nothing could occur to him, adding: "I am a Barcelona fan."   They were children, amateurs, and they were fearful, but that didn't diminish the anxiety and the effect on Barcelona was enormous. Bernd Schuster had refused to play the first game following the kidnapping, against Atlético Madrid, stating: "Along with legs, I have a heart."  Barcelona's directors lied to Schuster, telling him they'd had good news on Quini to attempt to encourage him to play, however, demoralized, they lost 1-0.  They dropped three of the following four, drawing after.  "For 25 days we did not win a match," remembered Quini's team-mate Charly Rexach.  "It was not possible to concentrate on soccer.  The league slipped from our hands."  situs judi bola

Finally, the police were tipped off about the van away from the Zaragoza lock-up where he was being held.   When one policeman kicked off the metal shutter, his foot went straight through it, getting trapped.   Guns pointed at his face, he gestured silently in the ground.  The trap door was opened, a policeman wriggled through in the small, damp space beneath.  Quini, unshaven, dirty and gray, had heard the noise and was hiding under his mattress, vibration.    "Quini, I am a policeman.  I am here to rescue you."

Barcelona had a match four days later.  "I wish to play Sunday," Quini told them, but he wasn't permitted; in his absence, they lost 3-0 to Real Madrid.  He scored twice in the Copa del Rey final against his former team Sporting.  He had a kickabout with the authorities after he attended one of the games on Montjuïc.  The kidnappers were sentenced to a decade in prison and ordered to pay him 5m pesetas.   "It was not that embarrassing if you knew how to move into the ideal place," he said.  "One day they brought me down a copy of Marca so I could see the soccer results and at the end, they gave me a tv and everything.  Along with a chess set.  I played on my own, but I enjoy playing on my own.
"My kidnappers are great individuals who did me no harm; I forgive them," Quini said, which said it all.
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The Former Spain and Barcelona striker Quini died aged 68

Enrique Castro, 'Quini', left the Camp Nou, drove home, place the video to record the highlights of the night's games, got back into the car and headed to the airport.  It was 1 March 1981, and Spain's top scorer at the moment, who passed away on Tuesday following a sudden heart attack aged 68, had only scored two goals and was going to collect his wife and kids, who had been flying back into Barcelona from Asturias.  It's there, in Sporting Gijón's El Molinón floor, his body lies in rest and at which the funeral was held on Wednesday, a stadium that will now carry his name, but his loss was felt all over Spain.

Since the tributes arrived, it wasn't just about an amazing footballer who was the top scorer in Spain's first division five occasions, also twice more in the second; a striker who played for Spain, Barcelona and Sporting, but a man who was universally admired; warm, kind and generous, with time for everybody.  He was diagnosed with cancer and lost his brother, a goalkeeper in Sporting when he died saving an English boy from drowning, but Quini overcame both, directing kids who came through at Sporting.  The tribute paid to him by David Villa, where Villa apologized for never being a better striker than the guy who said he'd be when he was a little boy, is especially heartbreaking.  agen sbobet

What occurred in March 1981, however, may be the most telling portrait of all.  On the road to the airport that night, Quini pulled into a gas station on Plaça de Comas; a DKW van, its own number plate M9955AX stolen by a Chair, pulled in behind him and two guys got out.   They climbed in together with him and as he retreated, gun pressed into his throat, the van followed his Ford Granada towards Les Corts, where he had been forced to get out and climb in the back of the van.   By then head covered with a hood, Quini, had been imprisoned below the ground at a lock-up at Zaragoza in a cell.  It measured a half and a meter. 

The three guys who shot Quini were on the dole and distressed.  They'd slept rough on the mountain of Montjuic as they planned the kidnapping, and if authorities eventually free Quini, a magazine article on him was one of the things they discovered.  Yet the preparation was far from ideal.  They wanted a ransom for Quini's return but hadn't agreed on how large it should be, finally settling 100m pesetas.  During one phone conversation they started making demands over the way the 10m ought to be paid -- in used, non-consecutive invoices -- just to be asked: "Excuse me? 
"Oh," came the reply, "yeah, the 100 million, that is right. "100 million" That is exactly what I meant." The kidnappers also had no idea how to organize for the ransom money to be delivered.  No account was set up -- Barcelona had to do this for them and they had no clue how to make good their escape.
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