[Sport] Real Madrid once again perform another miracle against Efes in the consecration of Usman Garuba

[SougarLord]

 

Real Madrid does not say goodbye to Europe, because its self-love is so great that it avoids its destiny time and time again. Lessons in mindset. If the outcome of Tuesday was amazing, life saved on the edge, another comeback of rubbing the eyes happened on Thursday against Anadolu Efes, this time with Usman Garuba as the absolute protagonist. There will be a fifth, on Tuesday at Sinan Erdem. And well, Pablo Laso's warriors deserve it.

 

The ovation that was not, although they performed as if the WiZink stands were taking them in flight. Exhausted the heroes, who already have a shot at what nobody did, raise a 2-0. Laso's half smile of pride, his head held high as he left, Efes so superior, so devastated. And a 19-year-old giant. When Garuba's career is reviewed, the flights that await him in the NBA, the night he dominated who, logic said, is (or was) the top favorite to win the Euroleague will be remembered.

 

The wounded lion bit again, although Tavares was not there either. And that the Efes was well advised. Although at dawn it did not seem so, groggy again. It was a wonderful extension of events. As if one could permanently inhabit the sky of euphoria, on the wheel of crazy games, as if it were still Tuesday night and Efes were still knocked out at WiZink. Real Madrid started out pure rock and roll, with a 17-0 run that was absolutely unthinkable. Eleven of those points went to Jaycee Carroll, who is fared the most.

 

Both the 16-0 at the end of the third game, and the 17-0 now, seemed to belong to the genre of dreams. To those things that sport has that do not seem real. To incredible mirages.

 

AWAKENING TURKISH

Because, suddenly, reality woke up the white Cinderella, who came face to face with that ogre who had fallen asleep. The Ottoman revival, led by one of his many talents, coincided with the entry of Felipe Reyes onto the court. In the shadow of Micic and Larkin live guys like Rodrigue Beaubois, a genius from the Caribbean, class to hand out, who went into halftime with 19 points, with five triples without failure. Leader of a terrible slap. From 19-0 it went to 31-47.

 

Madrid had returned to its gray space, to losses, to mistakes ... To frustration. The break gave him a truce, the starting five again gave a warning to Efes, with the electricity of Carroll and the power of Garuba, better with Alocen than with Laprovittola. Tyus solvent when needed. But his breath was also missing. Those of Ergin Ataman threatened to dynamite the tie once and for all, a partial of 0-11 (51-66). But the entry of Llull and Rudy, who always have an answer, gave another push to continue in the gap.

 

It was about surviving, about sowing doubt in the rival. More difficult still when Trey Thompkins fell. When Shane Larkin, with six minutes to go, stretched the rope (59-72). And then again the miracle. Garuba was already flying huge - he finished with 24 points and 12 rebounds - but in that impasse he was unapproachable for Efes. When he swiped the ball from Larkin in the middle of the court and smashed the rim, you could already smell the denouement. Then Ataman's paralysis, overtaken again by events. A triple by Abalde, a silent hammer, and the cold blood in the free throws of Llull, Rudy, Usman himself. And another night of unthinkable events, a 23-4 run, which can only be signed by a team like Real Madrid. Unique spells from the winner who never gives up.