Maybe it's just about surviving. To economic hardships. To sports limitations. It is impossible to trust this Barcelona. There is no day when there is no air coin. With a single difference. If it is Ansu Fati who spears her, he usually gets out. A goal and a polemic penalty caused by the young star led the azulgrana to a suffered triumph in front of a Valencia who lacked Fang. Coutinho, who would say, gave the sprig and allowed a grateful debut of Agüero at sunset. The cry of "Kun, Kun, Kun" The Camp Nou was able to rediscover with his smile. It was missing. (Narration and Statistics)
The day was special. They said that historical. In a world where exaggeration is norm, the flask and e l surrealism should always be the height. The Joan Laporta directive had to boot a damn of resistant commitments to approval of a loan of 1,500 million euros for Espai Barça. Between the so many and there were those who claimed a referendum to get something like a similar caliber, LaPorta ended up picking up the clothes. He postponed the assembly and ready. That the match begins.
The Camp Nou, 590 days later, finally opened its torque non-torque door doors. But the disaffection of the fan -47,317 spectators in the stands - still weighs in that old stadium in which, according to Barcelona's directive, even the bars may have ovens because electricity does not reach. An enclosure in which a person has to be constantly monitoring the counters so that the leads do not skip.
Who tries to keep his light on is Ronald Koeman. In the desperate search for a balance that allows him to sustain himself at his job, the coach waved again the indescifporable shaker of him. This time the great novelty was to place Sergiño Dest as an extreme right, a successful decision, in a 4-3-3 in which Sergi Roberto would cover him back and the hyperactive Gavi would exercise from left interior.
Although the determining asset of the alignment was the presence of ANSU at eleven holder. The weight of the hope of the club rests on his knees and his head. The challenge is uppercil, but the boy explodes with so much confidence the cluster of virtues of him that is difficult not to believe that he is a prophet for Barcelonism.
Without Ansu, the initial blow of Valencia may have been unbearable. Because Gayà, who reappeared in the titular team with Carlos Soler, advanced his own in the same dawn. Nobody attended to the side in a second play generated after a corner kick. Gayà, alone and from 30 meters, hooked the perfect shoe.
Bordalás, before going to the mountain in the second part, thought at the beginning that with a 4-5-1 could short-circuit the attacks of Barcelona. So he tried to rest the rhythm. Something that was not willing to accept Gavi, who wanted to take everything ahead. When he had already committed the third lack of him was the referee who stopped him with admonition. The weight of him then declined. The management of the competitive impetus of it is an aspect to improve.
Valencia did not have a clean outlet because of the barça pressure. But he never stopped intimidating. Guedes, how not, was one of the main arguments of him until he burst. Not so Maxi Gómez, a mere islet that barely let himself be seen by the game of elbows and a frank blow already at the end.
In the last stretch of the first act, the Barcelona Zurgeled a perfect coral play. Again Memphis opened spaces with his back and hittery. Jordi Alba, who sighs for recovering an alliance like the one he was in his day with Messi, found Ansu Fati. He had the position won to Gayà, but he ran out of his leg after the entrance of the defense. The Referee Gil Manzano understood that if Ansu had not finished era because there was penalty. Gayà brushed the ball before contacting the striker. The action, of the most doubtful, required at least a look at the VAR monitor. It was not so.
The turn came to Memphis. And the fans were speechless. It was such the funeral of the striker that Cillessen was petrified. He did not have time or to blink.
Koeman cost him to process his advantage. Bordalás turned to the drawing and sent the pieces of him to dominate. But these erred where they did not owe. Carlos Soler came up with the stick, Guedes stopped him Ter Stegen and Piqué stayed with a ball when she was killed in the small area. Until Coutinho, despite a scorched control and after the destination was attended, closed the night.
Before stopping the assembly and marching at the race from the Palau to the Camp Nou box, Laporta had a moment Crooner. "The truth is never sad, what does not have is remedy." Damn metaphor. Machado wrote, Serrat sang and the president was hummed on his NANA of the End of the World. Although even the apocalypse you can leave.Updated Date: 17 October 2021, 17:31