[Sport]Spain wins as a gift

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A warning in advance so as not to confuse or bore the staff with the text: Spain's game was very fair, with very little command and resolved only by a gift from Switzerland, which without being anything from the other world harassed the team and confirmed that There is a long way to go, maybe more than you could imagine. The team won and maintains the pulse with Germany in this semi-unknown Nations League first leg, but it matters little. What really worries is where Spain is and there is not a very clear answer to the question, although it does not seem that it is in the peloton of the best teams in the world if it attends to performances like yesterday's.

 

The truth is that what happened on Saturday, after what happened in Portugal, was a bit disappointing, the appointment of Valdebebas so soulless that there are hardly any things to smile about. In Lisbon, three days ago, Spain had an exciting performance, especially in that first volcanic half hour, and only lamented the lack of tusk, an endemic disease of this team that is still in no man's land. It is true that the national team, imbued by the gene and the nerve of Luis Enrique, has gained in competitiveness and endures the type against anyone, but it is no less true that it has not yet won the vitola from favorite to nothing, green and fledgling as to think of higher levels. There is time, but also a lot of work, maybe too much.

 

In the beginning, Spain rescued the figure of the false "9", with Oyarzábal being the final destination of any action. The problem is that the system works when the ball moves well and fast, when it overflows the rival, and none of that happened against Switzerland, a team without pedigree, but uncomfortable and heavy, the pressure shot up without aspiring to much more. However, the Helvetians had the first great opportunity of the night with a counter that ended in De Gea's best save with the national team, a wonderful hand after a near point-blank shot from a side of the Girondins de Bordeaux called Benito . Although Luis Enrique does not believe it, not even De Gea himself, when he does it well, he also has absolute normality, what less. I said, very well for the goalkeeper.

Without control and without joy

Spain had a rough game riddled with delivery errors, with mass failures in circulation and without finding references or talent. Ansu Fati, in whom all hope is placed because everything he does enters through the eye, was in the same gray tone of the rest beyond a couple of unfinished adventures, and neither did Olmo, who was a whirlwind in Portugal, had the good day because he did not feel comfortable in that position either. In reality, and beyond that action of merit by De Gea, nobody had it and the only success came as a gift, which is also worth it. Sommer, the generous Swiss goalkeeper, made a compromising delivery to Xhaka and he foolishly slipped, so Merino had no choice but to hand the ball to Oyarzábal to score at will. Those goals are not even celebrated, but with all that it costs to make one.

 

Not even the goal altered the landscape of a bland and graceless fight. Spain had another good option with a header from Ferran - the center of Navas was great - who rehabilitated Sommer after his cante, but the best part of the first half was that the break was reached, the end of 45 minutes of blazing torture. As it was all so bland, so boring and so hypnotizing, the only hope was that Adama Traoré would come out, the hunk who has revolutionized Spain with his wild and uncontrolled football, attack by knockdown.

 

Luis Enrique gave him a little more than half an hour and as soon as he left, the face of the game changed, it wasn't difficult either. It always gives the feeling that something is going to happen when you take the ball, not necessarily good, and the enemies fall like flies, unable to stop such a truck. Between his strength and his bath in oil so that no one catches him, he always rides vertically and also has good intentions. If that power is tamed, it can be a unique figure, a body like it has never been seen in football.

 

Spain could sing another goal, but Oyarzábal missed a rejection by Sommer from Navas and Merino shot into the clouds shortly after. Switzerland, for its part, braided as best it could, but the lights went out every time it crossed the midfield line. All very loose, a meeting to forget.

 

Neither the carousel of changes changed the knot of the appointment and the national team made it very long on Saturday night, which forces us to reconsider. It can be a bad day, of course, but the national team, far from the glamor of the young days, needs to hook its people as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be forgotten, and that is the greatest punishment.