[Sport]Valencia brings out the colors of an unrecognizable Real Madrid

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On Thursdays / Fridays of the Euroleague. Indispensable appointment in Goya, 'Los Torreznos' to burst, the impossible parking, the Plaza de Felipe II a hive. And inside, the WiZink vibrates, the unique atmosphere of the great continental duels. Nothing remained of that magic on the return, seven months later, from the fetish tournament to the Palace. The passion seized by the pandemic and the squeak of sneakers as a sad soundtrack. Pure dystopia. Still, there was basketball, which is not little. And a Real Madrid-Valencia has been a lot lately. [77-93: Narration and statistics]

 

The weirdness spread to the parquet. And not because the taronjas won, since they have looked anyone in the eye for a long time. Pablo Laso had never dawned with two defeats in the Euroleague. Perhaps Madrid 25 was never seen down in the last quarter, completely shaken, without response, without energy, unrecognizable.

 

If last Friday Baskonia left him at 63 points, this time Valencia destroyed him in every corner of the game. Without complexes since dawn, showing the clear horizon of the project, because Jaume Ponsarnau received three guys this summer to make all of Europe envy (Derrick Williams, Kalinic and Prepelic), as well as a pearl like Hermannsson. Mimbres to stand up to the almighty. Or to grind them.

 

The beginning was a mirage where Garuba, that lion, dried up an entire number 2 in the draft. Abalde, who later disappeared completely, opened the night with a triple without saying hello to his former teammates and Campazzo danced as usual. The key is that Valencia was not daunted. At the minimum rest of Tavares after 14 minutes of the pull, he climbed to the beard with an imperial Dubljevic (four triples to get the giant out of the cave) and a Kalinic who is the warrior that every coach would want at his command. A 3-15 run only interrupted by a triple by Rudy. It was the beginning of the end.

 

The first part revealed to Laso that he needed some alternative to the Campazzo-Tavares couple to break the visiting plan. But the stake was going to continue, with Dubjlevic hitting triples (6) like never before, opening the field and the wounds of Madrid, who lost balls dramatically (16). The throws of the taronja captain, the one whose impossible basket in this scenario carved out the club's historic League, like daggers that sowed insecurities: the return triples did not enter, the referees raised more and more suspicions and the distance did nothing more than increase . Derrick Williams, who was threatening to join the party, put the maximum, a disturbing 51-68.

 

The heroic was hardly left, which is usually a fairly effective resource under normal circumstances. But the quiet stands do not drive or make the visitor tremble. And the blow on the Valencia table at the beginning of the final act was brutal. They liked each other in the WiZink, powerful Tobey, San Emeterio rejuvenating and Labeyrie flying. 25 above. A beating like Madrid did not remember.