Williams defeated Atleti

13 minutes into the game, Simeone’s black suit was once again burned by the dragon’s fire.. Athletic, which had one foot in the final in Seville after 0:1 in the first match, already had two of them. All he needed was two brothers to go out and play ball in his garden and goodbye Cholo. Two brothers and two shots on goal. Boom boom, it will be another Simeone Cup. At the same time, Valverde defeated him in the semi-finals, defeating him in San Mamés, as in the League, and in the first match at the Metropolitano. Turn Atlético into a mess, strip it of its essence, its fury, its minimum level of protection, to leave it naked in the rain in Bilbao. Under a cold neck. And without Griezmann. And the first 13 minutes seemed to tell a different story. Even the Williamses looked less like the Williamses in them.

What surprised Cholo was that Nahuel and Llorente were there to occupy the left flank (and stick to Sunset like bubblegum) in the 4-4-2 formation he had pulled out as an amulet from the great nights of the first Cholo. But these are not the same as they were then. At the first attack, cracks appear, the cardboard cracks and they fall crushingly. This Atleti is a world away from Neptune. And that during the opening play, Cholo managed to dislocate Valverde from the very beginning. Valverde, who entered the game cold, with Lecue playing with Yuri, but without such high pressure and full development of his game. With every step, he crashed into one of the two lines of four that Cholo had organized. Madrid’s tone and transitions are better and more precise. Athletic dominated the ball and Athletic chased it. Simeone believed that he had achieved the game he wanted, but nothing more. San Mames soon turned into a nightmare.

It only took the Williams brothers once to put the final in Seville one goal clear of Atlético Madrid. Those from Cholo will never return. From now on, only lions will be among the dragon fire in the game. The game was a quick counterattack similar to those death blows. Niko drove to get to the baseline and take out a brush: he was looking for his brother so that he could finish the work. Iñaki, boots loaded, waited at the far post to fire a volley as Hermoso(?) crouched. The central defender, by the way, when he comes to ask for an extension, will not show a video of this match. Before the elder Williams, he was a toy. A mouse that a lion plays with before eating it. A disaster dressed in blue and white. From that point on, with the exception of Lino, because of his racing and attitude, especially in the first half, wherever Simeone looked, he saw only disaster.

Players with slumped shoulders, broken players, defeated players, with a striker not even enough to be the lace on Griezmann’s boot. Morata left the game as soon as it started, and Correa was simply one less. In the first hour he only touched two balls and ruined both. The first is a reverse pass from Mora to the Moon. Secondly, control of the territory is in the hands of Agirrezabala, as if someone is delivering a package from Amazon, kind. Valverde’s ratings have sunk Simeone. With water, soap and one goal after another.

Athletic’s more intense game from the 13th minute turned into a monologue clinging to these two bullets. The Williamses enjoyed their garden, filling it with cuttings and photographs of Hermoso. Vivian and Paredes were guarding in the back; in the center, Sunset took off Llorente and began to spin and dance in the rain. The second time they appeared before the Cloud, their roles were reversed. The older one ran, the younger one shot. The ball flew out, a centimeter from the club, like an index finger. I’ll come back. And they did, of course. Before the break, Atlético were already three goals away from the final in Seville in a game in which Iñaki set up Nico. He travels so much, he travels so much. The elder Williams ran, knocked Hermoso to the ground, and when he reached the baseline, he passed the ball to his brother, who could only push him towards the goal. History was repeating itself. Simeone on Groundhog Day in San Mames, before the delirium of the stands.

When play resumed, the choline was diluted by how long it took for the ball to start rolling. He was stopped by the illness of a fan in the stands. When the referee’s whistle blew five minutes later, Atlético was no longer there. The second part was a simple parade, this role of leaving himself at the mercy of the wind to watch the football players running next to him, far from those lions who tore him to pieces. Nonsense, far, far from the Atlético that defeated Madrid in this Cup, which seemed so far away. Niko touched third as soon as the match resumed, but the blow fell into the hands of Oblak. Sunset did so immediately. Athletic was a multi-headed dragon who never stopped licking Cloud’s feet with his fire. It was Guruseta who achieved this at an hour when Simeone had already made a triple substitution in vain so that Reinildo, Barrios and Memphis could witness the horror closer. Or rather, the heroic and epic character of this team that celebrated reaching the final, a record attendance at San Mamés and that coach Ernesto Valverde who turned lions into dragons. Honor, honor to him Chingurri. The man who returned to Bilbao to restore his brutality. And make the most of Williams, Sunset, Vivian, Guruzeta and everyone else to take Athletic to Seville. Meanwhile, Cholo remained in the gutter. Looking at old photographs. And the score is 4:0 in favor of the team.