The rojiblancos fall with a late goal from Junior Messias and are condemned to an extreme end in Porto. Italians enter the equation
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- B Group The Attic, last
Suddenly, the Attician looked in the mirror and found himself face to face with the abyss. With that real feeling of being able to fall into the void before time. The headbutt of Junior Messias, when a point seemed like a good solution. Milan, superior for much of the night, was pierced in the red-and-white throat, like a thorn that could end up being fatal for the future of Simeone’s men in Europe. Now a final awaits him in Porto, where victory is the only possible way out of a bizarre labyrinth that nobody counted on at the start of the season.
The Attica dawned almost as cold as night. It took him his job to start, even though his life was at stake. Among other things, everything must be said, because Milan squeezed his throat at every attempt to get the ball out. Giroud started, leaving Ibrahimovic on the bench, and he was seconded by the rest of his teammates, with the midfielders Kessi and Tonali conducting the orchestra. The ball passed through the red-and-white boots almost on tiptoe. And when he did, the rossoneri they found a way to force error. The Italians showed the same force with which they cowed Simeone’s men at San Siro for half an hour. Only, pushed by their people, the locals scrambled in search of a goalkeeper, that of the Romanian Tatarusanu, who seemed more distant than usual. Each ball was an adventure that, for a long time, had a Lombard color.
It is true that Oblak did not struggle, but also that the tension was felt in each Milan approach, with Brahim waving his baton. From Paul and Koke They tried unsuccessfully to drop anchor and put sanity. It was complicated because in front there was a rival hanging by a thread. A thread that passed to conquer the Metropolitan. Simeone burned on the band with every loss. With each fleeting possession, always doomed by the hard leg of some adversary. Beyond a couple of lashes from Marcos Llorente, throwing his tusk at the back of the rear, the red-and-white fans barely had something to throw into their mouths, which let them vent every time The O Hernndez, a former quarry, was grabbing a ball. Surez was like an island and Griezmann failed to finish off any of those Llorente.
It was a vital cut of Stefan savic, back after his four sanction games, which managed to raise the temperature a couple of degrees, which was still missing. But the Atltico went to the locker room with a handful of questions. At Anfield, the scoreboard was unfazed.
And it must be that Simeone must have given them the answer to some of those questions because the Atltico returned with another gesture in his gaze. In just five minutes, Lemar and Griezmann had already raised more dust than in the entire first act. From the French it was the first shot on goal from Atletico. Tatarusanu and his reflective suit replicated the attempt. But Milan did not take long to lower the fumes. Hardly any certainty appeared for the athletic destiny, which sailed between the uncertainty of the marker and the shadow of a rival of severe bearing.
The claw of Junior Messias
I tried to shake the night Simeone with the entrance of I gave it and, above all, of strap, that he must have some unfinished business with Theo, perhaps from some training in another era, given the ticket he gave him shortly after entering. The Metropolitan’s heart sank when Savic, from the ground, repelled a shot from Bakayoko, in a counter rossonera, ridden by Ibrahimovic, who painted fatal.
Without Luis Surez, who lived tormented on the run and barely left a distant shot, and without GriezmannPerhaps overwhelmed by having to go from here to there, the Atlético faced the last attempt to assault the Milan goalkeeper who, despite the spasms at the start of the second act, seemed as far away as it had been during the entire match. At least, Liverpool had already imposed its law on Porto and that softened any unforeseen events in the Metropolitan. Because nothing else was going through Simeone’s head other than getting out unscathed. One point was more precious than gold.
Just in case, Jan Oblak He worked a miracle against Ibrahimovic, that the line canceled for offside. But he could do nothing with the headbutt of Junior Messias, which condemns the Atltico to an extreme end in Porto, in a couple of weeks. Maybe still with him shock. There will be no other value than winning in Portugal. Given the rojiblancas doubts in Europe, the matter does not seem easy at all.
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