«Mikel [Arteta] is a very good friend. But, I don’t agree with him at all.It was midnight spent on the night of Wednesday May 7 to Thursday, May 8, when the reporters present saw landing in the amphitheater of the Parc des Princes a Victorious Luis Enrique, cold like a blade and a little liar: the coach of Paris-Saint-Germain has no friend in football. No more the Arsenal coach than another. It probably makes the price of the Asturian: right, dogmatic, manipulator in nothing and twenty-five years of psychoanalysis on the clock, an area on which he tries to open the players who pass in his hands.
Arteta had just explained that Arsenal, beaten twice (2-1 Wednesday, 1-0 in London a week earlier) in the Champions League semi-final by Marquinhos and others, had been “Best but unlucky”. Referring to the considerable merits of the Parisian goalkeeper Gianluigi Donnarumma, as decisive as during the previous two towers. Disloyal towards his own goalkeeper David Raya, who still released a penalty, but some statistics come to the rescue of the London coach: more attacks (61 to 26), more kilometers traveled (118 to 115), more strikes to the goal (19 to 11). However, Luis Enrique is right. It didn’t make a fold. The Gunners gave the impression of cutting the gases spent the half hour of play, leaving a Parisian audience heated to white inviting themselves into the game.
This remote club, in many ways cut off from the substrate
