Money for nothing
The soccer has this nobility and this misery: it is slightly probable that a team of the ACB of basketball loses before other of the league LEB. It is slightly probable that a tennis player of “Top 10” yields before a "qualy". But our sport has these peculiarities: the only sport in which a result of 0-0 is normal and in which a sopresa of this size is not extraterrestrial. But there is no doubt that if the exploit that the Alcorcón has achieved had happened in the United States or in England, any more than one producer of movies would be already entrusting the script for the movie that he was speaking about the heroism of the small team on the big one, with an end hollywoodiense happily.
And the fact is that few ones have worried about praising properly the game of the Alcorcón, which has raised a qualifying round without complexes so much in the going party as in back. When the majority we were waiting for a locked up team and speculating on his favorable result, the Alcorcón has pressed above and one has devoted himself to do what to Real Madrid he has lacked: to enjoy the party.
The general keynote of the meeting has been Real Madrid impotent to break the resistance of the Alcorcón. The white team has proved to be too much obsessed in showing to his love that they were taking the party seriously and that they were going to run and fight like that more; Fat error: in struggle, illusion and physical wear they could not compete with the Alcorcón. If that are top, on the carpet, in skill, quality and class. But the impatience of Madrid has prevented from taking shape this theoretical superiority.
Too much direct game, too many desperate centers, too many earnings and meaningless careers. Pressed by all sides, the team has lacked calmness and touch to put the Alcorcón where he was supposed: shut up in his field. On contrary, the team of Second B has had his dreamed party, even with three sticks of the home team and with the favorable, but insufficient final score for Real Madrid of 1-0 with so much of Van der Vaart.
Money for nothing, at least in this competition where the will and the brain reigns more that the millions that shine on the field. The nobility of the Cup measures itself in results like that of this qualifying round, and the Alcorcón has gone out of the Bernabeu with the applauses that is deserved.
Thanks to Sergi Baró for suggesting the title of the post
