They almost have it. Celtic and Athletic. The objective. Four points as who says. Save yourself, the next Champions. And that, in the worst of the confinement, it seemed that no, that the Galicians did not stay, that the rojiblancos were not enough (follow the match live on AS.com). But today in Balaídos both they will take out the calculator. Whoever wins grabs it with his hand virtually. Twelve points remain in play. Celta is 35 and would need five to settle in the 40 that give calm (only a cloud threatens what remains: the goal-average lost to Mallorca). He Atlético is one win away and a draw of the mathematical confirmation.
Simeone will travel to Vigo (last League trip, everything what lies ahead is already Madrid) without Coast (sanction) or João Félix (injury), with a lead, it seems, that gave him a lot in Liverpool but has never been a starter: Llorente and Morata. Of the anfield hero little more to say, pulverize all the adjectives in each match, with his power and presence, his tireless jogging. The striker managed against Mallorca a double that can calm your ghosts. It is necessary.
Cholo will rotate, as he has done every game, although less and less, according to his players, they find a way. Lodi will return, Arias will return, the one who is key will remain behind: Giménez. He Commander he left his injuries beyond March and returns to be guardian of the red and white solidity. He has played 571 'out of 630' possible. They could call him too The rock.
Nine months, 15 days and a coach later both teams meet again. Celta who recovered with Óscar (and the signing of Murillo in winter) defensive reliability. And that has Aspas. And having Aspas always adds up to two, even if Atleti is not an easy-going opponent (one goal in 14 games). He will lead Celta with Rafinha with the intention of putting Atleti in trouble, like two weeks ago at Barça. Óscar defends four or five meditates, with the loss (sanction) of Araújo. Aidoo will enter his place while the pair of Aspas meditates: Mina or Smolov, of proven effectiveness against the greats, whom he always scores (Madrid and Barça). Almost have it.