Mbappé and Benzema are the revolution

With a unique punch in Europe and two players well above the average, Benzema and Mbappé, Deschamps's France, the one that despairs and falls in love alike, turned the semifinal around against Belgium and met Spain for a Nations League final that seems beautiful, no matter where you look. It was a full-fledged French revolution that took place in Turin, a period game full of slaps by the two teams that the defenses were unable to contain.

In line with the emotions of the last European Championship, France came back from a duel that they ended up losing and Belgium let out one that they felt with their hand. So great is football that what is worth as a speech for one part is the opposite for the second. That happened with the French team, a two-faced team that both hesitates and overwhelms.

What is a fact is that without Kanté this France has another design. Those players who mow your garden as well as clean your pool are the ones who are missing when they are not there. Deschamps, who was one of those, like Kanté, by the way, betrayed himself by replacing the Chelsea midfielder with Rabiot and Pogba. Midfielders who prefer a brush to a helmet are not good for holding teams, much less this France that looks more back than forward.

Someone was upset that the French won the World Cup playing badly and, honestly, there is no more efficient way to win tournaments than this way. As soon as Deschamps touched pieces, moved players and softened midfield, France became an accessible team of late. What gives him the difference, and in that he is unmatched, is Benzema, Mbappé and Griezmann in his trident.

De Bruyne was the one who tightened the rope around the French neck almost in the first throw of the crash, although he found a fantastic Lloris. In the pulse to float and not sink, the only Belgian alarms went off when Mbappé accelerated a couple of plays. Kylian goes to fast camera if he starts the bike, unstoppable for the opponents and even for his own impulses.

As the party grew it was seen that Belgium could take advantage of it. The gap in midfield widened. Pogba and Rabiot did not steal and Hazard and De Bruyne suddenly began to hover around to generate superiorities from within. The flowers emerged on the edge of the French area. Lukaku saw partners everywhere and dominance grew.

Without Kanté, France relied on a plan that, in addition to brains, needed lungs. And this time there weren't. The aid was arriving later and later and Carrasco ran into Pavard inside the area in a one-on-one position. His clipping and subsequent shot surprised Lloris, vulnerable this time.

France's head was spinning, unable to respond to their nature as a team. The emotional blow was hardened by Lukaku's goal. The Belgian forward danced with Lucas without touching the ball and stunned with a right-handed shot that also caught Lloris off guard. To this talent of nature that devours spaces for power, records have been added that make him indisputably one of the best strikers in the world.

But France has these things as a lazy student, of leaving everything to the end because it knows that it is capable of getting ahead. If not, the metamorphosis he suffered in the second half is not explained. With the same players, the same scheme and the same defects, he was pushing Belgium towards his area and the storm began.

Mbappé was activated more continuously, and finally the figure of a colossal Benzema emerged. Suddenly the Belgians found themselves drawing water closer and closer to Courtois. They didn't manage the script change either well. The losses of Witsel and Tielemans were a condemnation. France's high pressure took its toll. In a caracoleo of Mbappé the ball reached Mabppé, who scored between a forest of legs at the turnaround and celebrated it as someone calling for revolution.

Shortly after, Tielemans, overwhelmed, made another mistake at the start and in his attempt to amend it he stepped on Griezmann. The referee did not see it, but the VAR did. Euphoric Mbappé scored for the squad to end his negative streak with France.

The party was another. The good wave belonged to the French, galloping in the wind with Mbappé and Benzema superb. Roberto Martínez stopped the bleeding by retiring Tielemans and delaying De Bruyne. The one who was touched, of course, was Hazard. They were moments typical of Eurocopa, of not hurting themselves and accepting the extension.

Russian roulette turned the finale into a carousel of shooting into the air. Lukaku scored what seemed like the sentence, but the VAR annulled it due to an advanced position. A new life was presented to France, indestructible. Pogba took a free kick off the crossbar in a completely unpredictable movie ending. As was the goal of Theo Hernández in the discount, in full madness and with Belgium on the canvas.

The side who did not have the confidence of Deschamps until this call found a ball in his ideal zone, and his cross shot culminated the French Revolution and the Belgian debacle. Spain already has a rival. The imperfect France of Deschamps, that of Mbappé, Benzema and a great handful of good footballers. The Marseillaise will sound at the San Siro against the Red. The dream match. The end of the finals. The biggest rivalry between neighbors in Europe.