From the press room, Simeone played the mistake. That if the kilometers, that if the wear against United, but there is no greater strength for the muscles than the one that the results give you, and the eleven of last Wednesday had really ripped Atleti his animal air during an eclipse for much of the season; erratic, overwhelmed, lost. Rest, tomorrow. If that. Neither Carrasco nor Grizi nor that Suárez molds on the bench. The season has taught Cholo that one does not live looking at old photos. That is why those of United were the same as those of Celta. And how they smile for photos.
And so the match began, as if Saturday were still Wednesday.. Lodi in bullet mode, covered behind by Reinildo’s wall, Kondgobia with magnet, Herrera all order and direction. But these Galicians were not those English. Coudet’s Celta proposes and dares, presses, steals and attacks. And very fast. He jumped with his gala eleven and his rhombus to mirror. If Atleti played, Celta played. If Atleti shot Dituro, now Correa, now João, Celta responded with an intention: aim at Oblak, which is why, this year, the first shot already knocks him down.
Cervi will never know because, when he did, receiving, controlling and pulling the trigger against Oblak, a soccer player appeared like an exhalation to launch himself at ground level and save that ball. At 15 minutes, Simeone already had his coat left over: Celta grew and Savic and Giménez, both, already had a yellow card. That of the second, due to a stomp on Aspas’s ankle, in a divided ball, which left him lying down and with a mouthful of blood.
Atleti withdrew, as if the legs suddenly weighed carats, on Wednesday, the wear. Celta settled in, with the ball and danger on the right with Brais. Cervi was able to take him to the scoreboard the second time he met Oblak. It was a corner, until recently a casting for Psychosis among the rojiblancos. But if at first Oblak came out shy and left the ball in the front, in the second, his face was his gloves. Llorente took the bike on the next move and, like a year ago, when Llorente takes the bike and starts things happen. His arrival at the bottom line gave Atleti back their lost blush. The blood to Celta, however, was made by Cholo on the other side.
Because Lodi, with Reinildo at his back, only knows how to run, he knows that he can run and run. Kondogbia raised his head and, from the middle and high, sent him the ball. Lodi controlled, ate Mallo and He shot low and dry to beat Dituro for his stick and listen loudly to what a Brazilian winger likes so much at the end of a run to the opposite area: goool.
Celta returned from the booth with more energy and the intention of camping in the Oblak area. But he got to his feet and Giménez locked up as he cleared a center from Mallo. And João, in an attempt to clear, prolonged a ball to Aidoo that almost. And Giménez almost sent Oblak a ball into the net in another clearance attempt, now from a ball by Aspas. But Atleti was not worried. That Atleti after Osasuna and United no longer. The sun shines in the sky, eclipses are over. Little by little he was overturning the field. Celta could have the game between the lines, howling in Oblak’s ear at each corner, but it was night when he reached the Oblak area. He could not find an auction, a loophole, all his plans were water. Shooting, camping. Meanwhile, towards Dituro’s, a footballer was already heading with his boots pounding the grass as if they were drums.
It was Lodi to film I’m a bullet in your net II. Kondogbia, like a while before, sensed him and, high up and from the middle, there he sent the ball. Lodi ate Mallo and, first, finished off with the sole, slipping the ball between Dituro’s legs. The Looodi, Looodi, Looodi with which the Metropolitan exploded lasted a few minutes. The Brazilian left with emotion at the edge of his eye as Simeone introduced changes (De Paul, Griezmann, Carrasco). The 0-2 fell with a slab on a Celta whose runs exhausted their shots. Galan, Beltran, Aspas, Nolito. Nobody found the hole in the defense through which, before them, so many passed. But those are blind. This Atleti is another. Or he is rather the same as always. Reliable, strong. Although Kondogbia was touched and the party died with a Celta printed in the Oblak area. Meanwhile, Cholo didn’t even need Griezmann to rain, his direct free kick could have been 3-0 but he went out caressing the post. With Lodi it was enough.
Changes
Paul’s (62′, Renan Augustus), Griezmann (63′, Belt), carrasco (63′, Marcos Llorente), Lemar (67′, Kondogbia), Luis Suarez (71′, Joao Felix), Nolito (74′, Franco Cervi), Thiago Galhardo (74′, Santi Mina), Augusto Solari (80′, Denis Suarez)
goals
1-0, 35′: Renan Augustus 2-0, 59′: Renan Augustus
cards
Referee: Alejandro Jose Hernandez Hernandez
VAR Referee: Xavier Estrada Fernandez
savic (11′, Yellow) Gimenez (14′, Yellow) Blades (16′, Yellow) oblak (19′, Yellow) Reinildo Mandava (49′, Yellow) Nestor Araujo (70′, Yellow) Thiago Galhardo (83′, Yellow
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