In the search of the absolute ripeness
Yesterday evening, the national team played football again where both were re-baptized, in Ernst Happel of Vienna. There was the biggest attraction of the friendly duel before the friend Austria. In the middle of a festive ambience, Spain gave the sufficient thing as to conquer for one five. And that that there were the places those that went forward, but those of Of The Forest answered soon and ended up by setting on themselves without problems. There are so many possible readings that it turns out to be difficult to read the party. Because when a team is so serious, one begins to become serious before his game, always waiting for a recital.
Yesterday Spain offered two versions. In the first half, the everlasting solid set, with Xavi turning on your own axis, Iniesta and Miscellany spaces being invented — as if the rival was not leaving any — and Town hit before the goal. In the second one, a team for doing to have just done the team. They all wanted to do of everything, and there too much they got lost. Güiza went down to receive where it does not occur rarely, Negredo finished fought with himself, and Plain mountains it ran so much and in so many directions on that all the area trod. Every individual had too much that to demonstrate and of that time Spain stopped being a team.
This is not a criticism of those whom I mention not even (everything opposite), but a clear percatación of what happened. Plain mountains and Pablo Hernández tuned in again to efficacy and Güiza wetted thanks to the Austrian ineptitude. In both parts, without distinction, there was precipitation, although it is even understandable that Spain was hastening so much, so unless not to try a last pass with so much open ways can consider him to be a sin. Nevertheless, the options fan in attack is the widest and varied. And this song is precisely the one that it will have to hum Of The Forest up to the World cup. Difficult what, to choose between so many class for a list of twenty-three.
In Austria, balls remained for high place, some excess in the dodge and the conduction, and also, how almost always, the arbitral abnormalities. The German Florian Meyer decided to save efforts, and instead of cutting the hard game with three yellow ones on time everything decided to simplify it with the red one to Pehlivan. Although the Austrians were walking cortitos, with a man less the differences were enlarged. Often, Spain stole balls with a basic but constant pressure. Rival was not Austria, but without granting too much behind the Spanish ones gave certain weakness image. With so little that those of black offered, to Branches they gained him the back in some occasion, and finished the party with a clear occasion, fruit of a disconcerting end.
It has advanced so much that the seleccionador can allow himself luxuries as the yesterday event. But they go so far as to miss sometimes some alternatives in the moves to idle ball. In defense, there was some essay with out of game, but bad gait would be looking for new ways towards the goal, neither to do of such a dangerous team a warlike armed good. Sergio Busquets helps to improve the front, with fury’s starters towards the rival, but it is necessary to stay constant in the search of the absolute ripeness. At least, the whole block supports a clear philosophy, and even the personal twinkles of any soccer player finish to the service of an idea of transparent soccer.
Spain does not play again until third of March, before France in Saint-Denis. It is an impossible knowledge how they will walk the things by that time, but up to South Africa there stays an elementary work that it consists of integrating to the new pieces, since it remains clear that the soccer prop on which this Spain is supported-refiérase essentially to Xavi, Iniesta and Miscellany — has to go knowing the complete safety of the rest of elements. This soccer of precision and speed can never forget either an almost perfect pressure, or of the guarantees that, facing the always awaited victory, a group well prepared for any battle grants.
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