Club World Cup, PSG-Athletic Madrid 4-0, Ruiz’s goal, Vitinha, Mayulu, Kang-in

Lufthansa connects Los Angeles every day with Munich. Who knows if the PSG will have asked for a derogation from his main sponsor to get here in California with that flight. Because this team reappeared here at the Club World Cup just as we had left it 16 days ago in the Champions League final. Rose Bowl like Allianz: for Simeone just one goal less collected than Inzaghi and a face that has not been completely lost, with a second half at least dignified on the level of temperament. But the feeling of domination of the match was the same. Light yet overwhelming, beautiful and practical, the poetry and prose of football: the PSG is all this. The same film that Inter recalls well: 2-0 in the first, trio of Mayulu and conclusive rigor of Lee to enhance the 80 thousand of Pasadena.

WONDER

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There is none for anyone, in the face of this wonder created by Luis Enrique, logically very first candidate to win this club world championship. After the four seasonal trophies we go to the manita. Play with five, this PSG. But here luck has nothing to do with it, it is not a gamble. He is the son of a great mixture perfectly successful to the Spanish coach: a team that debris of talent Lucho has managed to engage the desire – and also the ability – to run and press the opponent constantly, from minute one. You can play 10 and run like an 8, of course you can. There is an image, even more than the four goals, which it tells so much. We are still on 0-0 of the first half, Hakimi remains on the ground because it is hit by an opponent. Doué sees it, the game is stopped and yet the boy who devastated Inter two weeks ago he performs a mighty shift backwards to go to place himself in the back of the back. Here, this is the magic of Luis Enrique. The de facto match did not exist. Atletico closed the first with a 26% of the ball possession: very low, Simone’s men, but never really capable of starting again or curbing the interchanges of the three midfielders, Fabian’s racing in Fabian while Kvara retires, lengthens of a hakimi fuoriserie. All designed to free the talent, not to suffocate it. That is, to put the exteriors in condition of pointing, to look for one against one. The best was Kvara, literally impregnable: his touch for Fabian Ruiz on 1-0, at minute 19. His sprint and assistance at the end of the first half for that elegant watch which is Vitinha, in one of the few restarts granted by Atletico remained to be cheered for the worsen Chance by Griezmann.

Unjust

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In the second half Simeone tried a little to mix the cards, moving De Paul to the band and removing an unpresentable linen. But the 4-4-2 was all too school to stem the PSG, always in great control. When Oblak was exalted at the opening of the recovery by sending the umpteenth game of Kvara on the crossbar, he really thought of Monaco. How do they stop, these French? Other lap, another form. Atletico tried in vain for the feat by putting 4-2-3-1 and also using the strong manners: seven yellow cards, one of which is double in Langlet in the final, before the goal failed by Sorloth which was the signature-yet another-of the Colchoneros disaster. Luis Enrique, on the bench with his Bermuda in the Californian sun, enjoyed the show, completed by Mayulu and Lee’s expired time penalty. This team is destined to mark an era, not just a season.