[SPORT] Sevilla come back to Manchester United and enter their sixth final of the Europa League

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United went ahead with a penalty, but Suso and De Jong (2-1) gave Sevilla the match. Inter or Shakhtar wait in the final

 

 

 

From Inter-Shakhtar on Monday, the rival will come out in the final of a Seville that extended, against a good Manchester United (2-1), their love affair with the Europa League. Your tournament. Your battlefield.

And that Seville had started dispersed, building a brittle football, without the initial rigor that a game like this deserved. Manchester United, more complete at the start of the semifinal, did not reject the gift, and blew up the scoreboard in the first minutes. In the 6th, Martial took the ball in the Nervionenses' hot zone. He held the position against Koundé and assisted Rashford in depth, who immediately set up the shot. Diego Carlos, surprised by the speed of the combination, reacted spectacularly. He slid towards the English forward, but was late to scrape the ball, which had already been repelled by Bono. His wild entrance swept the rival. The referee, Felix Brych, understood that the shot taken was not an exemption and did not hesitate to signal a penalty. It was launched by Bruno Fernandes. Bono did not win until the last moment, as he did with success against Jiménez in the clash against Wolverhampton, but the Portuguese adjusted the launch further. Unstoppable.

Sevilla was not dwarfed by the goal and was calibrating the machine minute by minute, patiently and without being put down by the aggressive approach of Solskjaer's team. The English team, with Pogba and Fred very active in the center of the field, stepped on Bono's area with ease, with a direct, solid and brief game. Few passing, accelerated shots and frenzy on the Greenwood and Rashford bands.

De Gea, an unexpected starter, responded well to a shot by Ocampos in the 16th minute. Lopetegui's men were already invading the rival terrain with criteria, long possessions, a lot of presence

from the sides and the stabbing mobility of En-Nesyri. Those in white deserved the draw, and they got it in the 26th minute. Ocampos tamed a ball on the side; he assisted Reguilón, who headed into the area, looked up and focused on Suso, who was asking for it without a mark on the far pole. His defender, the young Brandon Williams, had given the Cadiz too many meters, who shot comfortably and precisely to the left of De Gea.

After the break, United came out with courage and little desire to chatter. A gale against Sevilla's goal. With Martial as agitator, the English team fired again and again between the three sticks from Nervion. Bono became a giant in the minutes of distress. The Moroccan, a substitute throughout the season, who had generated many doubts in the few games he had played, who had made a hole in the starting team only because of Vaclik's injury, put things in their place and claimed his gloves. Academic, fast, brave in the bilge, the goalkeeper gave a recital before the Mancunian vanguard. Their interventions discouraged Solskjaer's men, frustrated despite the meritorious display after the break. Lopetegui stopped the game by moving the bench. Munir came out for an Ocampos headdress and De Jong replaced En-Nesyri. The Basque coach needed to stop the bleeding, stretch the field, escape the traffic jam that the English were subjecting them to.

DE JONG'S ZARPAZ
The clash cut through a wasteland, a dark truce, more enthusiasm than precision. A possible hand in the Manchester area, which the referee decided not to whistle, ignited the last fifteen minutes of the game. Mudo Vázquez came out to give some light in the last meters. It was clear to Sevilla that they did not want an extension, that they were bare-chested, without speculation, without tempering the game. They gritted their teeth and burned what was left in his muscles. Sevilla sought the final with fierceness and faith.

It was Navas, fireproof, who rocked the ball on the cheek of De Gea's area. Caracoleó and took a center that was like a whip on the bare back of the defenders who today were in black. De Jong, undaunted, made of steel, waited for the ball like summer rain. Lindelof and Wan-Bissaka gave the striker a world, who only had to push her into the net. No brand, no shadows to scare away, no more concern than choosing how to celebrate a goal that was worth a final. United was falling apart. The urgencies already buried his continental dream. Meanwhile, Sevilla, celebrated in silence, skin inside, one more night in this lewd and unforgettable romance with the Europa League.