The monumental disorder of the Athletic one
To analyze the Athletic one of Madrid is the whole adventure. I never know where to start. And any more when it follows me without squaring that a front part as that they compose the Kun Agüero and Diego Forlán has not been capable of scoring any more than four goals between both. The midfield is an area mined without bookmarks, where everybody wants to do of everything but nobody manages to do of anything. The only one that seems to put little command is Sworn, but he is still too green the team begins to the backs. And the defense is to become the haraquiri straight. 17 goals have fitted the hammers into the first seven Link days. Of jumping jack.
And to end up by bursting out laughing, Abel Resino entrusts him of sodomizar the defeat with crafty phrases of uneducated Renaissance man: "The soccer is very unjust with us“. As if the soccer was an almighty God who moves your cards as your prime cost and the power mediático that come. Someone should remind him to Abel that to the cards it is necessary to train them, to teach them what your role is and what movements it is necessary to do in every move font. This, friendly darling, is what is done usually during the trainings.
I do not also want to throw all the faults to him to Abel, because it would not be just. Also the players have fault great on not having been capable of establishing command, on not having been capable of exiting to the field concentrated and on not having been capable of putting a ball 70 centimeters in diameter between a frame 7,32 meters wide and 2,44 wide. On the role there is not more mathematical than these, and on the field they are the players those who must find the formula to come to the final score. See that the soccer is not an exact science, like either the synonymous one of eleven font of the Athletic one of Madrid must be “ridiculous“ or “mediocre“. But there is something in this team that messes up the parameters and that provokes that a decent template precipitates to the gap day after day.
Sergio Asenjo looks like the only pure number of this team, which not perfect. The rest they pass between decimal, inaccuracies and derivatives impossible to crumble. It is as if they had forgotten your origins or the simple table of two. That a ball crashed to the Kun or to Forlán not always will have like turned out the goal, and of operations to find it there are infinite ones to the square. Lamentation that my post has turned out to be somewhat mathematical, but perhaps if the Athletic one was concentrating on the numbers might feel shame and he will search immediately answers after a descent after Second more than clear: 1 victory in 7 parties, 9 goals in favor and 17 in against. 6 points of possible 21, to 1 point of the area of descent and to only three of the back marker.
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