Neuer and Coman raise the Sixth

There is no place for PSG in the select club of champions, the one that is not bought with money but with the history that rests on the back of Bayern. Coman's goal, meager for what was the final, gave the Bavarians the sixth Champions League and established them as the intractable king of Europe at the moment. The season began practically in November with a change of coach, Flick for Kovac, and concludes with a triplet, just like the one Heynckes achieved in 2013. Pure Germanic mentality for being perfect. One hundred percent Bayern.

The match did not disappoint and was played in fast motion. The dizzying pace, like the last minute of a permanent match, led to a spectacular first half. It was pure adrenaline, a rock concert in which the two teams ended up destroying their electric guitars. Bayern because it knows overwhelming, because it does not understand the game in any other way than by crushing the rival, shaking it like a trash can.

To that robotic mindset, Flick has added an off-the-ball conviction reminiscent of Klopp, Liverpool's Klopp champion from last year. Everything in the final had a definite change aroma in football: the tiqui-taca is history, now the permanent agitation commands. The docile and passive PSG of all these years has also opted for that wheel. Tuchel again bet on a midfield of agitators, with Ander Herrera at the head of the pack. At the age of 31, it seems an aberration that this player has only played two matches (friendly) with the National Team.

With that skin of a suffering team, in addition to Galactic, PSG controlled Bayern's first logical outburst and immediately started its odometer. Because the Parisians had more speed into space and that did irremediably damage to the Bayern defenders. Neymar had a heads-up that Neuer miraculously took out with his military statue cup and then Mbappé was dazed twice when he challenged Kimmich in the area. In another, he also ran into Neuer almost on the line in an action that a forward of his stature cannot fail.

The pressure was suffocating. Receiving a ball in midfield and having time to think was not part of the game plan. Nor for Bayern, which was skipping Thiago and Goretzka to look for the bands and Lewandowski. The Pole lived his classic game as a shipwrecked man. He hardly received any balls, but he is so good that the two he had he converted on occasions. One went to the stick, the other was saved by Keylor in his endgame hero costume.

Between stampede and stampede, more and more forwards appeared. Di María received a filtered pass from Ander Herrera and forgave with a right to the clouds. There was no time for a break, no option for the game to be another. The exchange of blows intensified, until the final became a crossfire at dawn.

The goal that opened the final

Anyone could have opened the game, but Bayern did. When Thiago was finally able to harmonize a play, pause and open Kimmich, The waters of PSG's defense opened up and Coman appeared at the far post to rise higher than a Kherer sponge cake. Among the capricious designs of football, PSG would never have imagined that a youth squad of theirs, the youngest to make his debut in the Parisian team at the time, would score the goal that has stung the most in its history.

Not only was it the goal, but Coman tightened the nuts for his band and that was where the sentence could arrive. That is why his substitution was so surprising, a boast by Flick for showing muscle from the bench that served, in reality, for PSG to take a breath. A goal seemed feasible for a team with the attack of the Parisian, but his most important option was Marquinhos and he was saved once again by a gigantic Neuer. Mbappé and Neymar, by the way, finished the game as during the entire final phase of the Champions League: without scoring. Inexplicable, eloquent.

PSG was losing gas, although it knew that it was closer than ever to reaching the European shore. Verratti gave him another breath and Choupo-Moting, the last breath. Mbappé was losing himself in his labyrinthine destiny and Neymar became a rebel without the ball, instead of with him. There was hardly a final chance for the Brazilian who left crying without Choupo-Moting being able to take advantage of it.

There was a lack of faith and Bayern remained, tireless until the last minute in the pressure, in the unshakable faith to show its authority in each divided action. It is the DNA of this team, the extension of the German team at club level, the explanation why they seem 20 even if they are 11. Europe's machine is fuming again. The Bavarian Machine.