Xavi’s Barça finds no remedy. Neither for the goal, nor for your pain. Bad business for a team distrustful in the areas, and for a coach who begs for congratulations while he builds his reality, not that of others.
He pretended to have improved. He even attacked for a good part of the night with patience and judgment despite his inconceivable inefficiency. But not even with those. In a flash, he let himself be carried away by his torment, He blurred De Jong’s genius in the goal that a desperate João Félix scored almost accidentally.and allowed Hugo Guillamón to have time to eat a packet of pipes before tying for Valencia.
Now that it is being discussed who came up with the call for the discord of the collapse in Flanders, with the president acting as a grumpy advisor and the rest assuming and executing, it was left to Xavi in Valencia to decide on the initial team. It would be missing more. And the coach, who was never a great revolutionary, who always tried to please everyone, opted for the simplest solution to manage in his dressing room.. Neither Lewandowski nor Koundé paid for their poor performances against Antwerp, and Cancelo returned to the right back to make room for Balde and be able to open the field even more with two offensive full-backs.
Lewandowski’s shots
At least, Lewandowski did participate this time in the dynamic of the game, seeing how Pedri and especially Gündogan, one of his edges in the locker room, continually fed him balls. And the Pole, who had just not shot on goal in Antwerp, at least managed to finish three times between the sticks in the first 35 minutes. Although without any success. In the first, he hit from too far away because he didn’t want to look to the right of him. In the second, he executed an aesthetic volley that Mamardashvili also repelled. And in the third, his spoon had more sugar than tabasco.
These were, along with a high shot from Pedri, Barcelona’s best options in a frenetic first act and Xavi’s team started in their own way. That is to say, with a dull head and allowing the rival to wake him up suddenly. Araujo and Cancelo watched as the referee awarded them a throw-in. The Valencia footballers, very scoundrels, typical of the adolescent spirit imposed by Baraja, went to theirs and found Yaremchuk, who ran into an extraordinary low hand from Iñaki Peña.
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What difference does it make. What De Jong gave in the second half with his periscope passes was denied by attackers and defenders. It was hard to see how up to five Barça players stared at Guillamón while he plotted the tie on the front. It was of little use to claim Fran Pérez was offside before he hit a ball towards the moon, which was where the Barça centre-backs were recreating. Later, Ferran Torres and especially Raphinha, spread the magma of offensive decrepitude.
Xavi has taken to wearing black. But He still has a little more left to be Johnny Cash, who preferred the miseries of reality to the artifice of unreality. «Oh, I would love to wear a rainbow every day. And tell the world that everything is fine. TRUE?