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I came late to my television appointment through the fault of my partner Juan Baeza. When I sat down in the couch ready to enjoy the Spain – Nigeria the first thing that I saw was to Iker Muniain crying while it was walking it was doing to the stool so that Carmona was playing for him. That one was seeming to be a premonition of what later would end up by happening.

To the half an hour the Nigerians were noting down the first one of his three goals. For his right band defended by Aurtenetxe, one came to zero. A corridor of which Okoro took advantage to mark very easily, only with the Koke minipressure. In the first half, earlier and after the Nigerian goal, Spain never gave danger sensation except any exceptional move.

In the second half it had confidence of which it happened when Spain starts by losing: that in the end mends the meeting. I remembered the party before the United States or more recently that of Uruguay, where we go out victorious in spite of starting by losing. The sensations in the second forty five minutes were better but without putting in too much danger the goal of the hosts.

Spain was already not the same, the weariness was evident, they were weighing the legs and in the psychological thing they were not assembling efforts either. What was still equal there were the errors in defense, where the zero to two and zero they showed three up to Jordi Amat y Sergi Gómez. By that time there was already nothing that to do, or this was what there were transmitting many of the Spanish players. A big goal of Borja Bastón served for three things: to give breath when time was staying for the exploit, not to leave Spain bereft of goal in only one meeting and so that the battering-ram mattress-maker ties to goals with the Uruguayan Gallegos in the table of maximum annotators for lack of which Españe plays the third and fourth position.