The champion is still with angel

Eighty-five days later, Atlético left their crown in Balaídos' dressing room with the intention of, within 38 games, re-adjusting it on his head. The champion's crown, the best in LaLiga. He began to defend her in the city from the rain, under the heat wave. And he started this season like the last one ended: with victory and guts. And with a lot of angel. In addition to the people, who returned to the stands, 7,000 people scattered around 29,000 seats and thundered loudly, as before, in the first step of football towards that old normality, so longed for.

The match started with a score. The two teams measuring each other, with intense, aggressive pressure, and Atlético stinging more through Dituro's area. But, as the minutes went by without chances, Celta did not lose order, waiting for a counter, increasingly bothering the rojiblanco movement. Coudet had come out with two of his new faces (Javi Galán and goalkeeper Dituro), Simeone without any, drawn 5-3-2, Llorente on the right and Carrasco at the top, with Kondogbia by surprise in his eleven, De Paul in the bench and, as the only ‘signing’, Saúl in the left lane, which he continues, who has not yet left and may be in the band that incorporation that Cholo needs. If you let it, if you want. Yesterday it did.

Like Correa. From his right booty came the first shot between the three sticks of the match that flew towards Dituro's goal like an enraged horn. Hermoso had stolen the ball, Lemar had driven it, setting, breaking lines, assisting. Correa's ball slipped through the goalkeeper's squad jumping into the air the whole fight of Celta.

The score was over. If Celta only had one chance in the first half, a shot of mother of Aspas, no angle, with Oblak's gloves, Atlético was already in the Dituro area without the squeamishness of a visitor. Aspas took a shot from Hermoso under sticks, Carrasco, at the top with Correa, sent another ball from a Lemar capital, undetectable inside, disarming with each step with goal passes and electrical conduits. The oxygen was provided by Kondogbia, a wall and an octopus, huge. The game clock was at his feet.

The second part continued as if the booth had not passed. Atlético dominator, Celta with a fight but a need: more cement in the center. Atlético did not stop taking the seams out of his verticality. But then, Iago Aspas found himself at that point that he likes so much: the penalty against Oblak. Munuera Montero had spent a couple of minutes in front of the screen. The VAR had called the referee to whisper in his ear his doubts about Llorente's hand in the area. An Aspas ball had bounced off his chest and then into his hand. Without apparent intention. But the arbiters' designs remain inexplicable. He whistled it. Aspas scored it, fooling Oblak. Five minutes would hurt the shot only to Cholo. That Correa was still on the grass. And his angel would punish without forgiveness another Celta loss.

Saúl through, of course. A Saul who fell inside and destabilized, a Saul from less to more, a Saul who started the play and decided it with a decisive pass. The ball had not reached the bottom of the net and Koke was already running, in captain mode, like a man possessed, to hug him. How much he needed something like that, confidence, chasing the shadows of last season.

Celta would overturn Oblak's goal, desperately and on the back of Aspas who, inexplicably, sent out, to an empty door, everything that always goes inside. The bullets hissed over the Slovenian without actually touching him. On the grass and Luis Suárez, back, and De Paul, for the first time, and so much accumulated tension, he struggles, yellow everywhere, that a stomp from Hugo Mallo to Suárez in the seven minutes of addition unleashed the tangana, the anger, with shoves and reds for Hermoso and Mallo and more rain of yellows. The last one was for Giménez, a second after Kondogbia deflected a shot from Aspa with his head.Yes, two before Giménez himself served on the line when the clock was already around one hundred. The end came in the midst of the tachycardia and the anger, with the bright Atletico crown, still without blemish.

on the grass the tension was already burning. A stomp from Mallo to Suárez accumulated tension