Savic knocked on his own door for a better Espanyol in the first act and Sal tied for a higher Atletico in the second. Getafe's victory takes him out of the Champions area
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For the Atletico, the RCDE Stadium (no matter what name it has), is like a sort of Bermuda Tringulo. In that corner of the map, a few kilometers from Barcelona, Simeone and his boys (the name also doesn't matter) the compass usually goes crazy. There broke that Atlantic League championship (13/14) and there, so many times there, only won on three of his eight visits. A black spot in the path of a rojiblanco team that seemed to have reconciled with itself after catharsis against Liverpool. The first act, however, recalls the darkest passages of the past autumn. It doesn't matter that in front was the Espanyol colista. Despite waking up in the second, he goes home aware, once again, that there are evenings that demand full concentration.
Because the compass of the blue and white box, despite lying for weeks in that swampy well of descent, was the only one that worked at the start. The lungs and legs of an inexhaustible Vctor Snchez they turned off the ideas of the attic spinal cord. From there do not start an idea in conditions. No one, much less Thomas, had time to achieve lucidity. The class and the sparkles of crack put them Ral de Toms, the lighthouse that now illuminates every hope of Abelardo's ensemble. The tip killed the staff with the ball tied to their boot and peeked at the moment when their team shrunk the heart of the Atlantic. Wu Lei bare the flank of I gave it, more rich and reliable ahead than behind, and Savic, frightened by the shadow of De Toms, who evaporated in the second act, ended up beating his friend unintentionally Jan Oblak.
The rojiblanco goalkeeper had to hurt his pride in his pride, and as he does not understand half measures, he repelled the Espanyol sentence with a miraculous hand at the height of the squad. A Duplantis with gloves instead of a pole. Vctor Snchez's shoe would have been a goal at any other time in life, but Oblak, just out of a cold, was denied by the braves. Also to Embarba, minutes later, after a direct foul. As much as Simeone asked for calm, the Atlantic remained stressed and suffocated until he left the locker room. There, perhaps, there was a chaparrn of 'cholina'.
The salt zapatazo
The Attic returned with a very different mood and gesture. A metamorphosis concretized without haste with the remote control left-handed Salt from outside the area. The guy with the figurine goals added another to his collection. A solid and precious argument to try to reconquer Cornell after two spell seasons. The comeback might come, but the trigger of Morata remains encasquillado since dawn 2020: 1 goal (penalty, in the Spanish Super Cup) in nine games. The forward ran into the pole, a few inches from the goalkeeper. A cloud of legs entangled the play. Espanyol was cornered.
And as the red-and-white nurse issue has been resolved at once, Simeone takes hold of her bench. From there sprouted more than 200 million euros in the form of Joao Flix, Diego Costa, which played its first minutes in LaLiga since November, and Vitolo. Carrasco, the winter signing, leaves after an hour of inconsequence. Same as Morata. The case is that (a priori) reliable solutions were not enough. Costa was not aware of the lack of rhythm in a backlash that he himself deactivated. But it was the central Spanish Bernard the one who arranged in his head another end. His team, as he did with Bara, scratched a point against a great one, but he barely breathes life. The Atlantic returned to be vulnerable and irregular away from the Wanda (since December 2019) and that, just 10 days after visiting Anfield, can be his grave in the Champions League.
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