La Real left life in its own way. This touching group of young people likes to go to the end, obeying the ideals that distinguish them even if the most incunabula commandments of a heroic comeback are broken. Hanging balls left and right, nothing. Other style. With everything lost Zubimendi for Zubeldia; Zubeldia for Sagnan. Merino at grass level looking for Januzaj. And so on to the Naples area, the busiest terrain in history per square centimeter. In fact, reasons for disloyalty were scarce. La Real had managed to overcome the strict Neapolitan surveillance, classic Italian where they existed.
Imanol He is from Orio and prefers an exquisite portion of sea bream. A hobby that is not incompatible with earning a bite: put the hook in the shoal to take the precious specimen. The arrantzales de la Real go out to fish where necessary. If it has to be in the Gulf of Naples, there is no problem.
La Real gave life to Naples failing in the supreme luck. The auction. The border between glory and condemnation. Italians are professors in knowing how to define. Many representatives of his prosaic school have not minded shooting the ball even if they have to leave the silk in the locker room. This is how they have conquered the summits of football: the World Cups.
Other method
In the first minute, Merino stayed in an enviable position to score and shot with the inside, into the hands of Ospina. He wanted to direct the ball to the angle. La Real had come out bare-chested to the Neapolitan flood and by the 12th minute, she was able to go ahead again. Willian
Joseph He had on a tray to serve the goal to Merino, but decided to shoot with his left foot. His target was the squad and he missed. Too pretty to be true.
Just past the quarter of an hour, For your appeared at the gates of heaven to pass from Willian. And when the only pending issue was to deposit the leather on the net, a wrong gesture with the interior prevented the zero to one. Already in the second half, with Naples ahead, Merino it was the reflection of an entire afternoon of compassion. He seized the ball, opened the band and reached the balcony of the area. A category cut was the prelude to another shot with airs of artistic work. It was brushing the stick. In the absence of half an hour, Willian he put his foot in with a delayed sigh behind the center of Monreal and the tremendous internship of Barrenetxea.
Napoli had already managed to decipher the enigma of the goal, choosing another method. Best? Worst? Just another. TO Zielinski The ball fell to him, at the height of the edge of the area, and he decided to burst it so that it was unstoppable. In the 91st minute, Aihen connected with a Barrenetxea that focused the first time. TO Willian
Joseph it came from the soul to resolve with a slap. Would Real have won with such a definition in the 15th minute? Maybe yes, maybe no. Sometimes the successes, the joys, come when there is nothing left.