And suddenly it all fits together. Suddenly we were we, two years ago, those who will want to be forever. It is as if this selection, the European champion, had not been prepared for another World Cup that he who began in the second round, yesterday, today. And to remind the randomness of football, a player had to reveal unimaginable. In each one arises World. Maybe Fernando Llorente, without a minute of last night, is the surprise of this tournament. It would be another good paradox. Short people's team crowned by a towering striker, so handsome and elegant like a prototype, but as sharp as the rest. Because that sets us apart. No out of tune. On this team to the dirty work is done with top hat.
And he Xavi. Returned from the cliffs of the playmaker, where the goal is to back and each ball comes with a kick. I swear I saw him appear in the middle of the field (jogging, whistling) and think that nothing bad could happen to us. As with loved ones back I will not ask where he was or with whom. Welcome home. Welcome passes to problems, the touches that make fun hounds.
insist, and were different before. And we confirmed the ball rolling. He had not met the first minute when Torres fired from the peak area for the squad. There was the ball and waited there Eduardo, a doorman who was in for a special night of surprises. Two minutes later he tried again Villa, which he repeated at six. Torres then persevered. I am speaking of shots, of occasions, rival on the ropes. I'm talking about speed in traffic, looking tiger, Xavi at the controls.
The rival. Portugal took a quarter of an hour to stretch and when did we find your needs: short. Great goalkeeper, great power, strong left side and then fills a void that no Christian. Who claims to be the best player in the world must demand more, connect with your computer, if possible and rescue always push. Attended only Christian thing and when his was a little thing, left to serve. Only party will be remembered for a very hard kick that made the ball come to Casillas become trout.
However, the scheme is thus defined who benefited from kickbacks arising from the sheer inertia, just a break to pop the spring. So Portugal are presented in the goal of Spain, first with a shot from Tiago and then headbutts de Almeida and Tiago own. A shiver ran us back, the cold memory of our ancestors.
And the chill not subsided in the second half. Almeida was when he won his only battle perverse Pique and Puyol shot bounced off and then missed with a stick. Had come from Switzerland, but there we let the bad luck. Very early. And very healthy because the incident caused the reaction and the match.
Del Bosque. Aware that we were missing something, the coach ushered in by Llorente Torres, had been cast minutes. These are insights that make a special coach Del Bosque Real Madrid and better than anyone remember a few: the relocation of McManaman at Old Trafford, the three stations of the Eighth ... Of inventiveness that others had turned into medals and notes that Del Bosque boys.
Llorente The effect was immediately. The first ball he touched was a header with Eduardo attained honorable mention. The relentless power and no longer parecíantanto without infl uence Portugal shrinks. In that position he was the rival that Spain had no occurrence tiqui-taca play in front of the Portuguese area under mortar fire, a shower of shrapnel. Infernal. Delicious, I mean. Iniesta played, Llorente, Iniesta and Xavi opened again back to Villa. So much for poetry, and from here the Guaje. His first shot with his left Eduardo shoved him away, which had no answer for the second, beaten with the right, but could be driven to the ear or the accessory prefi were. Goal murderer, freak, genius.
Portugal became poor then Portugal and Spain, the vast Spain. Queiroz was very bad, no plan B, and our selection amplifi ed to the extent identified as candidates for the title. We can discuss a scoreless tie, but when we cherish them ahead with the cape. And in that ideal world Llorente fits like a bespoke piece. Welcome everyone. We're back. When he touched.
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