I had not yet recovered from celebrating the return of Amaia Montero, nor from the chosen outfit (we all said at home and I think in most people’s homes, “it looks like a quilt”), when I connected with Antena 3 and Cristina Pedroche appeared with a new outfit more impossible than ever that hid the dress, which is the only thing that matters to the people of that connection. The night promises, I thought. Then I turned on TVE and saw , very pretty, alone on the balcony of Puerta del Sol in Madrid, without the other presenters, with her usual ease and I said, come on, all is not lost. First a little context, okay.
To cheer up all those exhausted by the effect, including myself (12 New Year’s Eve in a row with increasingly outlandish models), TVE has been shaking us up with less than topical bets for several years, with 2025 included. Since Mediaset has thrown in the towel, giving up on a night like this, let’s say that the duel is clear. Or the precise moment in which Cristina takes off her cape or whatever covers her unusual clothing, before the astonished gaze of the other, (recognize that you do not pay any attention to Alberto Chicote), or the public channel, whoever the chosen ones are.
After the beginning of December, we had to hurry to find suitable replacements. I know that it has not been easy, because, although it seems that all artists do in the morning illusion to present the chimes, it is not true: some say not even to think about it. So let’s start by saying that accepting the bet, (or the big shot, which is how I would describe it) knowing that you were not the first option, and that people like me, for example, who wouldn’t even know how to get to the balcony, are going to look at you with a magnifying glass and then write about the move, seems commendable to me.
The fact is that last year the bomb was the couple of David Broncano (who was the television character of 2024) and Lalachus, the only woman who was part of the permanent team of The revoltthat men’s show (I had to say it). We already know that they hit the target and dethroned Antena 3 in ratings, after three consecutive years of leadership. And this 2025, after the departure of Andreu and Silvia, the trio formed by Chenoa and the Estopa came to save the public channel. Was I surprised by the announcement at the time? Of course. More for the Muñoz brothers than for Chenoa, who has already made it clear that she is a showwoman. He proved it again last night, amply. I thought at the time that the mix was a somewhat surreal bet, but I understood that you had to run and that it was not easy.
And now we go to last night. Did I like them as a whole? Well, let’s see how I say it, with how much I like both of them. They were natural, of course, friendly, of course, just as they are. And that would be it. Let’s say that the rush was quite noticeable, or maybe not, maybe the Estopa are good at what they do, but they don’t fit into other stories and together, with Chenoa, it was obvious that they belonged to different models. All three are spontaneous, yes, but in two blocks, I’m afraid. Chenoa in hers, with her audiovisual tables, her knowledge of where the camera is, her long resume as a presenter, and the Estopa… in their own. I wanted to laugh, like I laughed last year, but no. I wanted to enjoy the naturalnessbut no, I was in a hurry. I had a bad time at times, to be honest, for Chenoa, for them, for everything in general. I wanted to believe the camaraderie, but no. They released balloons, three to be exact and I didn’t get the point; They told jokes, (yes, jokes); They made some play on words with the act of “peeling them,” in reference to grapes; They sang a Christmas carol with the guitar; Chenoa asked them for anecdotes and it was better not to…
They gave the quarters and everything else very correctly, and without fanfare and without further artifices the connection was over, which will not go down in the history of the chimes, I’m afraid. I received immediately whatsapp of colleagues and they all referred to the boredom they felt… There was a megaphone moment to shout at the public that filled Puerta del Sol, (another thing that I will never understand. With that cold, too). However, there was no megaphone moment to greet Pedroche and Chicote, as Lalachus and Broncano did last year, which did not sit too well with Atresmedia. So much so that this year, knowing that everything they have for tonight is located at the precise moment in which the presenter removes everything that covers her dress, they created a well-assembled screen that prevented us from seeing further. I, like so many other millions of viewers, went to see the exact moment in which she undresses, of course, and I am not going to comment because, once again, by the time this chronicle is read, everything will have already been said. Yes feminism, yes objectification, yes slob and slob.
Having said all this, a reflection that no one has asked me for. I think that last night TVE dedicated its programming to a specific generation: the one that grew up with Van Gogh’s La Oreja and has celebrated the return of Amaia Montero in style; the one who adores Chenoa, whom they discovered as children or adolescents in Operation Triumph; the one that remembers well the songs of Estopa, who have celebrated their 30 years in music, and connect with that wonderful way of seeing the world. So, everything made sense.
