Atlético Bucaramanga won the first battle against Santa Fe and dreams of its first star

And someone remind those of Santa Fe that nothing has been lost, that the illusion is still alive, that there are 90 minutes left and these will be played on their premises next Saturday, that someone reminds them that they are very good venues and that they are the team of faith and that they are better than what they showed in this first battle and that the difference is only one goal. For now, Bucaramanga has taken advantage and that is why its enthusiasm is enormous and legitimate. It remains for the cardinals to show their claws, roar, as they know best.

The final began as finals should be, with that euphoria, a huge uproar, with the symbolic fight between yellows and reds. But when he rolled the ball, a tension came down from the Santander skies and he took hold of every fan, every soul. The ritual of anguish began. Those from Bucaramanga did not remember what that was like, the memory is very distant. Those from Santa Fe have it fresher and are somewhat more seasoned in suffering.

On the field, the two herds clashed, leopards and lions fighting for the ball like what it is, a round hunting prey. In two teams that defend themselves so well, there was no room for the timid. Both went out to play with the bravery of wild beasts, to conquer the rival jungle. And both thought of medium distance as the best formula to overcome those defensive walls. In Bucaramanga Flores tried, he was the first to get excited, it was an easy finish for him, but in a final that was enough to make the stadium shake.

And then the bombing began, from side to side. Daniel Mosquera kicked Marmolejo to test it and demanded it to the maximum. Marmolejo went to the floor and deflected the ball with his gestures like a lion that mutates into a cat. He anticipated that he was going to have a lot of work. Francisco Chaverra He responded with a shot almost from the middle of the court. Goalkeeper Aldair Quintana was outside, he began to retreat as the ball fell like a meteorite. He came to scratch her when he was almost inside and sent her outside with a long nail. The Alfonzo López stadium looked like a cemetery. Not even the uuuuy came out of the throats.

It was clear that it was a final of archers. What’s more, Marmolejo launched himself once again and prevented the goal from John Cordoba when the yellow fans were already venting their stuck goal. Meanwhile, the other figures did not shine. TO Hugo Rodallega They restrained him with fierce leopard paws. TO Fabian Sambueza The lions with fangs buried even in their stockings canceled it out.

The fact is that Bucaramanga started the second half better. It seemed like an avalanche. Santa Fe seemed intimidated, he took a step back to resist, perhaps he felt that the tie was slipping, that’s why he entered Jersson Gonzálezto see if his mobility would shake the lion’s command, but there was no reaction, Mosquera worried with another strong shot.

Bucaramanga, in all its immensity of city and passion, sensed the goal. Praying was not enough for Santa Fe, the team was inferior. And yes, the goal came, let the Bucaros fans tell how they feel, one can imagine it from the screams, the tears, the applause. It was Hinestroza who was stepping into the area, waiting, stealthy, determined to be the hero, and the ball fell right at his feet in a low center from Castro that no one in Santa Fe managed to clear. Hinestroza took the shot and the wall of Santa Fe was destroyed, Marmolejo can no longer perform miracles. The ball went in, 1-0.

It was 69 minutes and that was it. Bucaramanga dreams and doesn’t want to wake up; Santa Fe appeals to its reality: its fury at home.