He does not pass the goalless draw against Colista Legans, after a sad home game, and adds his fourth straight game without winning
Cullar, lying on the grass, in the final tngana.
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Simeone
“At other times, these matches are lost”
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0-0 in the Metropolitan.
Narration and statistics
Although the fog that surrounded the Wanda Metropolitano had risen, the Atletico walked the whole game with reduced visibility. He never knew how to recover a weak beating pulse from those damned penalties in Saudi Arabia. He did not find a single idea with which to do the least damage to the courageous Colista Legans, the second most thrashed team in Primera. This time it was not a leading issue, it seemed more like a collapse.
It might have been one of the longest matches, however tedious, that have been perpetrated in the Red and White venue. Simeone's boys, in full resilience for the after-stabbing received in their last three episodes, the last one in Len, in front of a Second B, cost a world to bask an idea with which to surprise Legans. In that distressing initial act, the great ovation won her Marcos Llorente for a waste of energy and pressure on the rival defense. The midfielder, who barely spent some time with dignity, will leave Vitolo behind after the break. The fact is that the alarm never rang. There was no pattern, script or imagination.
Out of the fog, by surprise, I burst Sime Vrsaljko, 620 days after his last adventure with the Atlantic. One year after his last match with Inter. His was the right flank that barely generated any small spasm in the blue and white defense. The Croatian, of course, not his inactivity. The whole of Javier Aguirre, acclaimed for his past days in red and white, was the one who assumed command without complexes and with courage. His were the initial blows. With Kevin Y Braithwaite waking up Jan Oblak, who is always wide awake. The five pepineros defenses were like a scorched toast for a breakfast that aimed to be repairing, after the last blots.
The bleachers had time to dispatch sterile wars over who is more of the Atlantic or who loves Simeone more. Interwar periods have these things. Crossed whistles round trip. Meanwhile, Morata sorry for the clearest opportunity before Cullar, Correa emul the buzz of a bee, Salt remained disoriented and Joao Flix I tried to make a lucidity outbreak without success. As I woke up the first morning of the year in the Metropolitan.
Final Brawl
Nor is it that the matter was clarified while in the locker room. Nor is the entry of Vitolo neither of Blacksmith. The Pichu Blame freeze in his goalkeeper the ball to the limit and ended up costing him the expulsion. And the Legans was growing, accommodated in a sudoku that the Atlantic never managed to decipher. Moreover, he walked a good stretch with his heart and guts seized by the rival's flutters around his area. Between Kevin and Braithwaite they returned the fog to the stadium, even though the sun was already warming in the Oblak trench. The fear of rushing back into the void shrunk the rojiblanco team during a good stretch.
The Atlantic did not play anything and, of course, also failed to escape the state of shock in which it is. Without compass, without timn, without something tangible to hold on to recover consciousness. Vitolo claimed a couple of penalties that neither the VAR nor Mateu, which ended up solving everyone, considered them. It was a January morning fra in which Vrsaljko appeared, premiering in LaLiga Saponjic, who had in his head the last breath of his team, and Cullar quickened the staff in the addition with his endless departure from the field after seeing the red. The morning died with Jonathan Silva under the sticks and Simeone with another migraine. And, above, the next stop, Saturday, is the Santiago Bernabu.
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