[Sport] Atlético de Madrid - Sevilla: The Panda is going like silk

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You will be aware that it has snowed in Madrid (yes, in many other places as well, but it was played in Madrid), that the last nights it refreshed a bit, that Tuesday's agenda only included two games and that football It has been disputed without an audience for months. There seemed little reason to overtake Atlético-Sevilla and save their protagonists an ordeal, but if the self-styled best League in the world followed logic, it would have already been played on Saturday in Pamplona at a quarter past four instead of at nine, or it would have already been played on Monday at seven in Huesca and at nine in Elche instead of the other way around. So lost, to the Metropolitan. With neither knowing how many below zero at the beginning, with nor knowing how many sub zero at the conclusion. He who pays, rules. Forever.

SImeone and Lopetegui started playing it on Monday. The first, hanging Seville a label from which it avoids, that of a candidate for the title; the second, stopping that Atlético had not played for a week but not that for much of that time they could not even train. Cuckoos, both. Then the home team recovered Trippier and GIménez, but not Joao, compared to those who beat Alavés. Then the visitor drew exactly the same eleven that had defeated the Real. And both put their stamp on the drawing, it would be missing more: Correa pulled to the right to be practically a sixth defense without the ball, Suso as a false '9' so that En-Nesyiri started from the left.

He got the ball rolling, to see what remedy. With some delay, that for pimps them. Sevilla made an appearance right away, with Rakitic more participative than other times, but lo and behold, Atlético put in the first one they had. Barely after the quarter hour, a recovery by Giménez was finding continuity in Suárez, Lemar and Trippier, who reached the baseline and took a pass back to Correa. The unexpected is always expected from the Argentine, so, as perhaps a pass was expected, or if perhaps a rope looking for the other stick, he built a roundabout on himself to dispatch a left-footed shot that was unattainable for Bono from the precise moment he passed through under Fernando's legs.
The following was a hand from Jordan within the area as involuntary as it was detached, as detached as it was involuntary, there is no one who recites that lesson of the regulations. Sevilla quickly prowled the tie, in double action after Rakitic enabled En-Nesyri for Oblak to get ahead of the Moroccan, first, and Acuña to throw out the ball that he had caught there, later. Atlético also flirted with the second with Trippier taking out the periscope again to put it on Suarez. The Uruguayan looked for her from below and ran into Bono's leg, in an action that, viewed from a distance, might have been more orthodox from above. But you have to be on the grass, of course. Especially on such a night.

Estrada wanted to make up for lost time and didn't even allow the clock to hit 45 minutes before ending that first shift. It is understood, things as they are. The stretch prior to the break had been much less hectic, the ball for Sevilla, Atletico armed behind waiting for a deployment if it was done with it, without occasions and for some, without occasions and for others. The first solution from Nervion, improvised if you like, was for Koundé to take several three-quarter walks to see if something fell. It was not the case and the dressing room was reached with the minimum local advantage, but he still had a lot of fish to sell.

Because Sevilla's dominance was sharpened in the decisive act. En-Nesyri had the first one, which for a long time was the last, because even the surroundings could be reached, but everything remained in a collection of corners. Lopetegui sought imbalance with Óscar and Simeone sought balance with Saúl ... although he added his dose of spice with Joao at last. In these, when the visiting squad went more headfirst against the wall, Trippier and Llorente recovered their old society to, assisting one, running the other, build a target, that of Saúl, which time will tell if it clears the mind of 8, but at the moment it is worth a potosí for his team. If the Panda in which some came to training on Monday is a metaphor or not, the truth is that he has taken a run.