Without a head, but with an angel

Before Carrasco had a cable stripped and became Blanka of the Street fighter, handing out kicks and scratches with foams in the mouth, to break the match forever, It all started with De Paul. From Paul and his glove on his foot. De Paul and his corner kicks. Of Paul and his passes to the back of the sides looking for injuries. From Paul and his '5' as a tribute to Tiago and his pass to Juanfran at Stamford Bridge. De Paul shining in the center in the return of Koke and Llorente, in the last Atleti friendly, still tender, still with work to do. Five days from LaLiga.

Cholo had jumped into the game wanting to drown Feyenoord in his bathtub, De Kuip. Drawing 3-5-2 allows him offensive automatisms that multiply his danger. And the De Paul boot was on all of them. Like in the end Bijlow's gloves. Because if two long balls from the Argentine were the origin of the first two uy, soon the Feyenoord goalkeeper would show himself as an insurmountable wall. Cholo was unable to find a hole in it. And look what he tried with a hammer, Giménez's head (four shots, one to the crossbar), and a boot, Lemar's, who fought it and brushed it when rest appeared.

At that time, Atlético already numbered ten. At that time Carrasco's head had already short-circuited to become what was believed to have happened: his worst enemy. It was after an action with Malacia, which brought the Belgian to the ground with a judo-key-entry. The audience, back in De Kuip, cheered his, Carrasco got up already turned into Blanka, with those kicks (Malacia) and claws (Kokcu) that forced Cholo himself to get off his bench to temper the tangana and harshly hug to the Belgian. He had just left his team with ten. His plans began to gasp in the bathtub, forced more to survive than to the last tests before LaLiga.

Although he had to try, and a lot, yesterday, but urgently, conditioned. On the one hand the changes, Llorente and Koke inconsequential, lacking in filming. On the other, the systems, that man of less. A 4-3-2, a 5-3-1, now Giuliano only up, now De Paul, Kondogbia at center. But nothing he did took the party out of where he was, the monologue of the Feyenoord. Atleti held on as best it could. On Oblak's gloves and Javi Serrano's good minutes (again). Always the team too far back, too far from the area. Until he came in: his angel.

Because if there is a red-and-white footballer who embodies faith, struggle, never stop believing, that's Correa, who returned to the team as he left in May, with goals. If Camello missed a heads up, the rebound of that play, the Argentine would turn it into a draw, the happiness of Cholo. Ephemeral. In 93 'Bannis would snatch it from him. 2-1. The Atleti drowned in the last action. And haunted since 40 'by that damn smell. The one with the burnt cable that had not only short-circuited Carrasco's head. Also his last test before playing without a net, before defending his title in LaLiga