When the clash between rojillos and babazorros broke outthe girl on the broadcast gave an enlightening piece of information. Sergio Herrera had made one stop and Sivera seven. And things were 2-2. A figure like this speaks badly of the red defense, and they score goals against us with ease and astonishing speed. Not a minute had passed in El Sadar and the curse of the former, in this case Kike García, appeared to overtake the Vitorians. Dog afternoon…
And that Osasuna faced the clash against a team with a new coachwhich premiered with a draw and elimination in the cup, with a need for points and with an eleven that does not deserve to be where they are in the table. People like Sivera, Abqar, Guridi, Jordán, Carlos Vicente and others are great players. Hence logic indicated that our people had to come out warned and with all the attention in the world. What I don’t know is what or who they were paying attention to in those first 40 seconds.
Under the syndrome of grief over the loss of Bryan for about three months Zaragoza because of the metaverse of the foot, with Bretones wanting to do the same, with Juan Cruz on the left side, the red defense seemed to jump as if they were in Ceuta. Without tension, without stress, without attention. The visitor’s ball goes out on their left, the center of the bow and Kike García eats Boyomo’s toast, the butter, the jam and even gives him time to take a sip of the coffee and come back to head for the goal.
That feels bad. By minute 7, Vicente had the face of wanting to change to 10 or, if not, at least, to 11. The coach didn’t like what he saw at all, and he wanted to close the day with his 26 points and continue making a mess of things, because what is abundance today turns into hunger tomorrow. Hence the face of the technician, who was loudly giving orders to his team as if he were the alarm clock for those suffering from scars.
Little by little the thing began to fuel. Then came the one with the whistle to invent a foul by Catena in a penalty for grabbing Budimir, which already as if you also whistle a foul in the warm-up. We don’t have much luck with these little people with the dick, what are we going to do to them. It is time for us to give up, let’s hope they give us back later. In the end, or so they say, everything equals out. Forgive me for laughing…
They reached the break with a disadvantage. Something had to be done. “I want my 26, I want my 26, I want my 26…” was heard in the locker room hallways. And Moreno removed Juan Cruz, left the side to Bretones and made a big splash with Raúl García de Haro. It was the start that we love to see in Pamplona, with a knife between his teeth and seeing the rival goalkeeper’s mustache.
The same newcomer shot as soon as the resumption began. Sivera caught. The game continued. A great save from the goalkeeper to another Reds forward, a miraculous hand down, which he could not take in the subsequent corner. Budimir rose to double digits, making the tie. The team was a steamroller, the stands were overturned, everything seemed possible.
It was 2-1, the goal came from a foul on the edge of the area on Budmir. The Joker, with luck and mediation from Guridi, did the difficult thing. Somersault on the scoreboard, like in the Cup, already by the third, no one can trust these. They are not, with all the respect in the world, Ceuta. We have to finalize the thing, not let this opportunity pass us by, we have to secure those 26 points that the coach wants. Don’t let the opportunity go to waste.
Wow, he did leave. Another mistake, the defense lets in a certain Carlos Vicentethe best they have. Misplaced marks, we don’t look at the finisher and a new lesson in Kike García’s seniority for Catena. “Ala, nice guy, this is how one goes unmarked, this is how one ties, this is how one scores a double.” Of course, a real gentleman asking the crowd for forgiveness. But two chicharricos and let’s forget about the 26 points.
From there to the end blank. Well the truth is that They shot with bullets, especially Raúl García de Haro in a play by the Reds, but Sivera crushed it. How he smashed Budimir’s header, or Areso’s crosses, or the Croatian’s shot from the edge of the area. It was enough for us that one failed, but nothing. The minutes were ticking away and thanks to the fact that they were not fine, in a couple of counterattacks after losing the ball in attack they were able to make us a son of wood. And Pinocchio is already taken to be baptized.
Lost opportunity, ruined opportunity, a shame. Past water does not move the mill and we are already thinking about the next rival. First of all, this Monday in the Cup, where the round of 32 is drawn. And then the next rival, Espanyol on the 14th, in their fiefdom. You don’t have to slow down, you have to keep working. There are still 16 points left to reach 40 points for salvation and the sooner it is done, the better. A victory makes a draw good, especially knowing that we close the year by hosting our Biscayan cousin in Pamplona. Someone will have to calm them down, because that occasion cannot be ruined…
Until death, Forofillo until death!
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