Aspas yes that is a lion

New projects are promoted with sensations and with results. Well, those two treasures have in his pocket Coudet, el Chacho. The comeback against Granada was the first stone in the building of permanence that he is trying to build in Balaídos. And his league triumph in the new San Mamés, incontestable, takes him down. When you have Aspas on your side, everything seems easier. Is this piece of the star really going to remain invisible to Luis Enrique? His triumph returns Athletic to the starting box, as he hits a sudden stop and suspects that Betis and Getafe was a mirage. It had neither mischief, nor intensity, nor rhythm, nothing at all. He consented to the Galician recess. Again to look at the well in this diabolical slide.

Garitano persisted in that eleven that saved his neck two games before, against Betis. A brave team without the Garcías (Dani and Raúl), types of the coach's maximum confidence, something like “Gaizka's men.” Only this time Íñigo Martínez got off the team, due to sanction. That enabled a lineup in which ten players, all but BerenguerThey had passed through the Lezama academy.

Celta settled on a 4-1-3-2 and high pressure that forced the locals to shoot long from the defense. Coudet has an offensive script and every time Aspas plays it, the team is very competent, the orchestra sounds in tune, and the rivals get tense. They need cooking time, but you don't have it, so you've put quick heat to get out of the red zone.

Athletic tried to activate their bands, to put Mallo and Olaza in trouble. A spark from Williams, who is staying only for centers from the banks, allowed Muniain to serve a candy, that gave it subtle and the ball went away by little. El Celta yours yours shortly after, with Olaza and Mina. The ball went from one side to the other with a lot of rhythm, one or two touches, tick, tock, tick, tock. Whoever cracked, went to the hole. Faced with a certain lack of control and lack of continuity in the government of the game, the olívicos felt happy. Tapìa swept the center of the field like a colossus.

Núñez cleared a ball badly and almost scored a goal in his goal. If the game was a round trip, Athletic was left with only the second in the last 15 minutes of the first half. He came and went like families home at Christmas. He suffered a lot in those backward transitions. That quarter of an hour was abrasive for the people of Vigo. Even Williams, too gentrified, was a defender. That way of recoiling canceled out the local depth. Iñaki, denied all night, got entangled again in the lace in a great collective play that ended in Rubén Blanco's area. Celta made a handful of tactical fouls and ended up breaking the rhythm of the lions. At halftime, Yuri again suffered a fainting similar to that of Getafe. Between the annoying pubic injury and what is overwhelmed by trying to do everything right and not accepting the perfection of the human being, lives in anguish.

Celta was getting better and better, he smelled his first league triumph at the new San MamésWhile Athletic seemed expressionless in the offensive phase, it hardly had any glue and the boys were not together. At the time the plot twist arrived. First, a goal by Mina was annulled due to an offside previous game by Aspas, who made a magic in the area by taking a millimeter pass from the hat. He attracts the defenses so much that everyone went to stop him and forgot about Santi. The second time was the charm. An absolute disaster for Athletic. Winner was overtaken by intense play. Celta mounted a fast attack that culminated with as much time as possible and more so that Denis Suárez centered from the right, Mina prolonged in the opposite band and Mallo head right next to Unai Simón. You have seldom seen yourself as just a resident of the small area. Garitano put Unai Lopez and Raúl García in the fray, looking for the reaction. Far from that, the ball felt cradled in the feet of the Celtiñas, and mistreated in those of the Bilbao. Coudet took out Nolito and closed the block with five behind and another line of four ahead. More than a bus, the entire fleet of urban public transport in Vigo. Simón failed again as in Valladolid. He wanted to get out too fast and the intention was read to him. Aspas, the smartest in the place, put his sweet tooth to sentence. This is a lion.