The binge of self-esteem that led to the victory against Athletic at the end of the year led to poor digestion against Osasuna. The game was like those January 3 meals where you are still trying to take advantage of the leftovers from the New Year's Eve feast. Appetizers and meat are not what they used to be and are hard to digest. Osasuna did not provide as many facilities as Athletic, nor did Real have the fluidity and precision that San Mamés exhibited in different phases. Those of Imanol carried the weight of the match, chewed every action, but the defensive device devised by Sweep yourself it rolled into a ball, impossible to digest.
Portu and Barrenetxea They weren't those sharp knives the team needed. They were more like those silverware that they give you on an airplane, which doesn't even take your breath away and, thus, sinking your teeth into this Osasuna in the first half was impossible.
From chewing so much it happened that the Real choked. Willian
José he helped in defense but when he had managed to shape himself to clear, he decided to drive the ball into his own area, handing the ball to Sagnan that, poorly profiled, could only try to solve the ‘brown’ with a dribble that was not clean, which allowed Calleri feed his scoring account and put Osasuna ahead. Digestion was not going to be easy.
The passage through the changing rooms was good for the txuri urdin who, back at the table, managed to draw. La Real renewed the cutlery and between Oyarzabal, For your, Willian
José and Barrenetxea they made the long-awaited tie.
Far from wavering, Osasuna had a bad time in the best way and what seemed like a harassment and demolition of txuri urdin became a want and I can not of a Real that continued without being able to digest well the approach of his rival.
Baptist, who in every action seems to want to eat the world, gave something more mordant from the bench. For your he ran into the crossbar and the Real with its limitations to tickle an Osasuna who also did not do anything of the other world to go looking for a victory he needed, with which the distribution of points was inevitable.
That a team like Real, which amasses 66% of possession, ends up making 15 fouls to 8 of their rival, who spent the entire game defending in their field, does not seem like a minor detail.