[Sport]The Trincao revolution propitiates another agonizing comeback for Barça

[SougarLord]

 

 

Few things are more attractive than seeing how a team makes suffering its greatest source of pleasure. To see how failure, an uncomfortable travel companion for any of us, also from Trincao, does not always have the last word.

 

Preachers are used to saying that soccer is uncontrollable. And, at least in that, they are quite right. Ronald Koeman, who does not hide that the great objective of the season for this Barcelona of minimums is the Copa del Rey, stripped the team of its framework and left Messi, Pedri and De Jong on the bench. As if there was no choice but to live against the current. As if life was always an extension. What the coach would never have expected is that perhaps it would not be enough with the furious irruption of Rosario in the second act, with Pedri already on the field. Or that the game could slip precisely through the place where it had not intervened, that of the injured Ronald Araujo. At the end it had to be a tormented guy, Trincao, who in the twilight rescued the victory at Villamarín, the sixth in a row for the Catalans in the championship. [2-3: Narration and statistics]

 

To understand what happened in Heliópolis, there was nothing more than to notice the initial roles of the Barça footballers. To replace Araujo, who suffered a sprain after ten minutes, Koeman denied the suspect Umtiti a glance and preferred to recruit his best midfielder, De Jong, for the central position. Mingueza, who is also central, continued to do what he could on a side that still did not smell the bruised Dest. Pjanic, whose presence in the team would be completely inexplicable if Bartomeu's financial engineering had not been necessary, was completely unable to decipher, not only Riqui Puig, his teammate on the inside, but the nature of a match to which it only contributed losses. The hulking Bosnian transit had as an ironic reverse the hyperactivity at the end of Braithwaite. The Dane ran so much that, rather than playing the ball, he crashed badly against it.

 

And Pellegrini's Betis, who threatened not to collapse after their last elimination in the Cup, wanted to yearn for a better future to the beat of Fekir's indoor football. He did it when he saw how Emerson, that lane that Barcelona bought half with Betis, won the back of Jordi Alba to offer the opening goal to Borja Iglesias. None of the centrals had come to cover the ram. And Busquets, who was the one who should have it better for correction, preferred to ignore at the end while he raised his hand protesting to know what. As if the simple gesture, so Romay's, could bring him closer to innocence.

 

MESSI TO THE RESCUE

Barcelona found a good reason for redemption when Koeman rescued Messi. It hadn't even been three minutes since he left when he recast the night. Dembélé, insistent on the shore, attracted as many rivals as he could so that it was the Argentine who loosed the whip. Joel, although he saw her coming for his stick, did not object.

 

But Messi went for more, aware that Betis was willing to be shaken. La Pulga only had to resume his traditional script looking for the advance of Jordi Alba on his left. Griezmann had to finish off the center. But the French did so badly that the ball ended up hitting his heel, unfortunately for Víctor Ruiz, who was the one who ended up sneaking the ball into his goal.

 

There was still a new script twist because Busquets, in a horrendous day, allowed a lateral foul that he could not even defend later. Víctor Ruiz took off the penalty for a while when he saw that no one would interfere with the header after a sweet center from Fekir.

 

The draw left Barcelona stunned for a while. So much so that he did not even see coming that it would be Trincao, that Portuguese whom few expected, who would steal a ball before trying the shot that would settle the victory. The ball propelled by his capricious left-hander still had to run into one last obstacle: the crossbar. As if his happiness were impossible. But this time nothing would abort the Portuguese revolution, whose trajectory who knows if it will take another course after the Sevillian night.

 

At this point there will be those who think: Why prioritize the Copa del Rey over the League? The answer, beyond populism, seems very simple. A club that has been without a president for more than three months, that has no idea what will become of Messi and that looks askance at an infirmary that does not give respite in a football that suffocates and removes pieces daily -Araujo left Seville with a sprain - he's just three games away from grabbing a title.

Realpolitik's Barcelona, as evidenced by Villamarín, will continue to compete for the League, no matter how large the advantage over Atlético, and will try to discuss the continental classification of Neymar's unpleasant PSG. Because nothing is more bloody in football than the forecast. Trincao already knows.