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Stamford Bridge was not the best stage to raise head, it remains clear. But this one Athletic does not put remedy to the evil that so often and with so much they flog impetus., really perhaps, there is no priest for this chronic illness, since your defensive weakness served in salver to the Chelsea a party in which there were better the first intentions of Abel than the foreseeable development of the game. Without wasting scarcely soccer, the English set endorsed a round one 4-0 a more and more lost Athletic one. The technician played toledano the absent-mindedness and it proved luck, with a midfield of three names (unfortunate trivote) and placing the young man Domínguez in the center of the rear. Not at all, there was no way of channeling this disaster.

And it is not that the mattress-makers were not provided with occasions; it was — and it will keep on being — only a talent question. To the soccer it is played from the slate, from the mind and from the muscle, for not speaking about top questions. Clear that it is hard to judge the work of a team when it faces is the powerful Chelsea, but the fact is that it again the sensation that there were the athletic demerits those that pushed to the destination to raise to four the griefs, and to Madrid it were mounted court in the plane back with the anxiety in the gullet, the heart and the boots of your passengers. In a little weather, how much they changed the fortitudes.

There were the same everlasting arguments those that the Athletic one presented in London, unless with a tactical change, for that one of paying attention to who more experience accumulates — Ancelotti already warned it—. It is difficult to assimilate some detail, like that this team allows himself the lujazo of supporting Maxi Rodríguez in the reservations bank. Otherwise, that thing about always. After game Raúl García y Assunçao reinforced the midfield, with Cléber Santana, it remained out of eleven Sworn, and threw the set of Madrid of the pasted one of Forlán, the clairvoyance of Simao and the continuous gambeteo of Omen, hoping that from six boots there should arise a goal of which to dream in the arid London area. Forlán tried it from early good with distant shots safely, the ‘Kun’ was viewed awkwardly in the control panel and was Cléber who tried to add in desperation offensive madness, once again without results.

At least, the pressure was conscientious, bad but conscientious. To ten minutes of party, the visit rojiblanca began to gain sense, but an oblique butt of Forlán and a frustrated frustrated attempt with the Omen left-handed one they showed the first ineffectiveness symptoms. For the quarter of an hour, Asenjo had already sung noisily and Kalou could not hit to empty door an unbeatable occasion. It the Atleti was not harming in attack, but your overflowings for the right side were meeting repeatedly on the gloves of Peter Cech. Until the awaited thing happened. Him a hollow appeared to Lampard as if of a virgin it was processed, and there it placed the ball towards the increase of Ashley Cole, who, knowing the kindness without limits of the friend Antonio López, placed the ball in the small area so that Kalou was clinching as much as one wants (m. 41). It was 1-0, the beginning of the athletic end.

Authorizations and separate gifts, any defense that Abel had planted on the field would have aborted. The serious problem is in the fear of controlling the game, of possessing the ball that your wards have. This way, the logical thing is that the defender suffers permanent attacks, since the only possible combination is the raffle of the ball and there not only there win Essien and Ballack but anyone that boasts. After the renewal, seven minutes it took the Chelsea in rival valued the collapse: the first Anelka proved Asenjo with a trallazo, then a throw in finished in an absurdity córner, and finally from the corner there blew up the second gift of Antonio López, who did not believe opportunely to intensify your marking on Kalou and allowed the ivory one to finish off only in the second stick to convert the second one of the night (m. 52).

Little by little, the previous schemes were modeling themselves. It logged in Sworn by the injured person Assunçao, and, probably, the Athletic one would have faced the last straight line with nerve if the ‘Kun’ had not thrown for the hut another big goal occasion. Forlán brushed a ball backwards and left the Argentinian only to accelerate, as he so much likes, but it did not find the confidence and finished produced before the English goal. Maxi logged in for Cléber, but to slightly also it was done by an exact shot of Lampard (m. 69), and 3-0 there looked like only the natural development of a fictional plot without any interest. Nevertheless, the mattress-makers, Agüero and Maxi kept on trying it for two times, and then yes it seemed incredible that no attempt was finding any more award than the hands of the Czech doorman.

Quite ready for the final jumping jack. Purifying the weather, an absence dumped from the right by Lampard finds the head of the Colombian Perea, who sweeps backwards what it does not happen to clear and finishes with converting into own goal the fourth reveille of the Chelsea (m. 91). Rival was already staying to exchange the T-shirt with some of so much crack, take the road towards the wardrobes and assimilate the hardness of the defeat. The possibility of the victory fitted, only the conviction and the safety was missing. The bad moment of Forlán and the lack of definition of Omen there are a consequence of the continuous pessimism in which this club lives. The defense keeps on sinning in end, bringing over the possibility of an awesome return to the hell; and although yesterday it was the Chelsea, the instability does not know about rivals, and terror chapters approach for a set that will not be able to last much any more by means of sporadic geniuses.

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