Lodi runs, Atleti flies

From the press room, Simeone played the mistake. That if the kilometers, that if the wear against United… But there is no greater strength for the muscles than the one that the results give you, and the eleven on Wednesday had really ripped Atleti their animal air during an eclipse for much of the season; erratic, overwhelmed, lost. Rest already tomorrow. If that. Neither Carrasco nor It bites nor that Suárez molds in the bank. The season has well taught Cholo that he does not live looking at old photos. That is why those of United were the same as those of Celta. And how they smile for the new portraits.

And so the match began, as if Saturday were still Wednesday.. Lodi in bullet mode, covered behind by Reinildo’s wall, Kondgobia with magnet, Herrera all order and direction. But these Galicians were not those English. Coudet’s Celta proposes, presses, steals and attacks. He jumped with his gala eleven and his rhombus to mirror. If Atleti played, Celta played. If Atleti shot Dituro, now Correa, now João, Celta responded with one intention: to target Oblak, which is why, this year, the first shot already knocks him down.

Cervi will never know because, when he did, receiving, controlling and pulling the trigger against Oblak, a soccer player appeared like an exhalation to launch himself at ground level and save that ball: Reinildo. At 15 minutes, Simeone had more than enough coat: Celta grew and Savic and Giménez already had a yellow card. That of the second, due to a stomp on Aspas’s ankle, in a divided ball, which left him lying down and with a mouthful of blood.

Atleti withdrew, as if the legs suddenly weighed carats, on Wednesday, the wear. Celta settled in, with the ball and danger on the right of Brais. Cervi was able to take him to the scoreboard the second time he met Oblak. It was a corner, until recently a casting for the girl from Psychosis among the rojiblancos. But if at first Oblak came out shy and left the ball in the front, in the second, his face was his gloves. Llorente took the bike on the next move and, like a year ago, when Llorente takes the bike and starts things happen. His arrival at the bottom line gave Atleti back their lost blush. The blood to Celta, however, was made by Cholo on the other side.

Because Lodi, with Reinildo at his back, only knows how to run, he knows that he can run and run. Kondogbia raised his head and, from the middle and high, sent him the ball. Lodi controlled, ate Mallo and shot low and dry to beat Dituro for his stick and listen loudly to what a Brazilian winger likes so much at the end of a run to the opposite area: goool.

Celta returned from the dugout with more energy and the intention of camping before Oblak. But he got to his feet and Giménez locked up as he cleared a center from Mallo. Atleti were not worried even when João, in an attempt to clear, extended a ball to Aidoo that almost. This Atleti after Osasuna and United no longer. The sun shines in your sky, the eclipse is over. Little by little he was overturning the field. Celta could have the game between the lines, ululating at Oblak at each corner, but it was night when they reached the area. He could not find an auction, a loophole, all his plans were water. Meanwhile, towards Dituro’s, a soccer player was walking with his boots beating the grass like drums.

It was Lodi para filmar I’m a bullet in your net II. Kondogbia, like a while before, sensed him and, high up and from the middle, there he sent the ball to him. Lodi, first, finished off with the sole slipping it between Dituro’s legs. The Created, Created with which the Metropolitan exploded lasted minutes. The Brazilian left with emotion in his eyes while Simeone introduced changes (From Paul, It bites, Carrasco), soft drink. The 2-0 fell like a slab on a Celta whose runs exhausted their shot. Galan, Beltran, Aspas, Nolito. No one found the hole through which, before them, so many passed. This Atleti is the same as always. Reliable, strong. Although Kondogbia was touched and the match died with a stamped Celta against Oblak. To Cholo, he didn’t even need to It bites it rained (his direct free kick went wide, almost caressing the post). With Lodi it was enough.