Betplay League Final: Bucaramanga vs. Santa Fe, duel of beasts… (Meluk tells him)

I saw many more faces on the TV signal in the stadium stands and in the social media videos in homes and bars: there were surely a million faces in Bucaramanga and Floridablanca. Surely there were two million faces in Santander for a single immense happiness: Atlético Bucaramangathe Leopards, the Búcaros finally qualified for their first final since there were short Leagues and dream of opening their eyes and seeing the champion’s star shine for the first time in their 75 years of history.

Bucaramanga’s 3-1 victory over Pereira was a volcanic eruption of goals from a team characterized by the defensive locks and bolts ordered by its coach, Rafael Dudamel, a security expert.

Going ahead allowed them to match the match with the seven-league bitts with which they qualified for the final, their first final in the modernity of the League.

For Bucaramanga, perhaps, his match against Pereira was not his biggest concern. The most difficult thing was for Millonarios, the one beaten in the Copa Libertadores and the only one without a chance, to beat Junior, the team classified as the leader of its group in the Libertadores and the owner of the most luxurious payroll in the country. That victory was essential for him.

And the Millionaires faded, he achieved the victory of the honor over Junior 2-0, thanks, in large part, to the fact that Jermein Peña, spectacular and busy, unbalanced the match that they had controlled with an own goal at the end of the first half. Junior, then, despite moving for the tie by instinct, was a dull prick, without current. Change. The deafening scream was 397 kilometers away, in Bucaramanga. Today that echo of triumph still resounds…

The Lion’s pride came out hungry in Ibagué. Hunger for triumph, hunger for glory, hunger for the end. He went out to hunt Tolima in his meadow, in his field; sniffing out the prey, surrounding it, cornering it, surrounding it on the sides, stalking it in the center.

And the Lion sank his fangs into the party’s neck with pressure and more pressure. The orders of Pablo Peiranothe lion in the line, followed them, fiercely, Marmolejo, Ortiz, Agüero, Millán, Perlaza, Daniel Torres, Rodallega, Rodríguez, Ramírez, Zuluaga, Meléndez, Correa, Mosquera… The pack!

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Poropompon, poropompon, whoever doesn’t run is not from the Lion! Poropompon, porop
ompon, whoever doesn’t press is not from the Lion!

With the goal bites of Rodriguez and Ortiz for 2-0, they returned to their lands with their bellies full. In the digestion, Tolima reacted and with a stumbling goal between a header and an own goal kick, he tried to escape his fate: the prey was already mortally wounded.

Santa Fe has the face of the lion king for the final. Bucaramanga has the fresh power of the leopard.

Duel of beasts in the League final.