The revolutions marked the difference in the first continental round, after the early supercopa, of the classics as a promise of what is to come. The fang, aggressiveness, desire. The temple also of a Barça with several more marches, guided by the infallibility of two types that do not have paralharn on this side of the puddle. Especially Mirotic and also Brandon Davies, plus the sprig of a claiming LaProvittol, completely blurred Real Madrid at Palau. [93-80: narration and statistics]
Barça arrived earlier, Barça traveled further, Barça was too superior to Madrid. The same Barça that survives despite his plague of injuries, "Dante Exum, luxury reinforcement," is now lonely leader of that euroliga who craves after gnawing it in the year 1 of Jasikevicius. There was no resquice for the usual white miracles (also with absences, neither close, neither abalde, nor Randolph, nor Thompkins), there was no space for their towers to have control, so that their defense will be effective. One of the images of the impotence was Yabusele, unrecognizable.
The good white dawn (2-9) was just a mirage, because soon Barça was made with the reins, especially by the unwriting of Niko Mirotic. The announced duel of him with Yabusele left in evidence to French, surpassed by the talent of the former Madrid, able to harm in each circumstance, to score 13 points in a sigh to shoot his team. To know how to read each situation, with the intelligence that maturity has given him, already, it seems, the epochs of selfishness and precipitation of him. To end an exhibition of those that are escue.
Madrid trembled soon, with a partial against (29-12) as a slab of which he could not escape. Caught in the defensive trap of Jasikevicius and in the excellence of another talent of him. He was the turn of Brandon Davies, 14 points without failure, tempered and intelligent against the white giants. Heurtel returned to the Palau between whistling whistles and lost a ball on the first line to start. At this point of the second quarter, everything were problems for LASO, with only the triples of Causeur as oxygen. Just Llull and Rudy's own love so as not to derail so early, lost the battle of the rebound, that of aggressiveness and that of sensations.
Madrid was a love and I can not try not to disclose with arbitration. Despite Heurtel's attempts, he always went "from behind", as he usually summarizes Laso when he is dominated, too flare, even, alarmingly, in free throws (he missed 10). Because Barça was a prodigy of rapid hands, of guys who left the soul on each divided ball, which suffocated the rival - specially mentioned for Sergi Martínez - those "bastards" that always demands the histrionic Jasikevicius.
The third and last quarter began in a similar way, with a triple of laprovittol in each. The fang of which he was rejected, of which he found shelter in the eternal rival, as a few last night in the Palau on each shore. He added to the party so there would be no doubt. A Williams-Goss antiportiva for grabbing Kuric and a technique below to Rudy stripped to Real Madrid of an opportunity of a last scare, of disturbing that immovable barrier that established Barçá in the dozen points.
The proclamation of the recovered rivalry, this season and the two giants without excuses, was a bargranate revenge for the supercup. And a mirotic recital. And the seventh triumph of Jasikevicius on Laso in 11 classics.
Date Of Update: 10 December 2021, 17:34
