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Spain plays a soccer as effective as seductively: it wins and convinces. The French, a people as proud as little devoted recognizing the virtues of his neighbors transpirenaicos, yielded to the Spanish Selection and ended up by chorusing his game to olés rhythm. Presently the distance between both cocktails is abysmal, in every respect.

France is directed by Raymond Domenech, an extravagant, superstitious, ridiculous being, that does not reach port positively at all to the soccer of his country; Spain has to Of The Forest, a gentleman who does not need to raise the voice to be respected, a sufficiently intelligent trainer as to adapt itself to the style that there imposes the generation whom it directs. His compatriots do not want to see the Gaul not in painting while the whole Spain trusts in the ‘Bigotón’ to conquer the world.
The same happens in the captaincies. Tierry Henry goes costs below, it is an only one shade of what was and every party that it plays is closer to the retreat. Opposite there is Iker Casillas, a man dear and respected by all, a captain who preaches with the example while it beats historical marks and that does not wake up doubts in anybody. The trainers and captains mark the style of the teams and yesterday we could see the abysmal distance that, presently, exists between Spain and France.

Even it seems that in the first goal the gods of the soccer wanted to leave steadfastness of it: Henry loses the ball before Piqué, which tunes in to Iniesta and that of Fuentealbilla looks for the Miscellany desmarque; then, the Fortune smiles at ‘The Red one’, the ball finishes involuntarily in the Town feet and the Asturian does what better he can do: to beat a doorman with the restraint that only they have the best artists, be toreadors, musicians or soccer players.

From the goal, Spain showed his best face while to France him the mask fell down. A rondo somewhere here, other over there; now I play in shortly and now in length, we look somewhere here and, if we do not find, we go away to another side, always with the dominated ball, never doubting the proper style. It is true that the Gauls were lacking Gallas and Abidal in the titular defense, but the participation of both defenders them does not set out of doing anything in the World cup, if perhaps they might avoid a major ridiculous one. A ridiculous one that our Selection did not want to complete with one or two more goals. After so much of Sergio Ramos in the discount, everything remained seen for judgment.

The intensity of the first part (extraordinary the pressure, since in the second goal) one did not see in the second one. Although in the field any of the best players were of the world, the party was not stopping being friendly and it is normal that the players raise the foot of the gas pedal, so much like that the seleccionador begins to do changes for honest cochairs, give minutes to the one who deserves it and take them from those who have already expired fully.

During the second part, the French public was erected like judge: hisses for his team and boos and insults for his captain and seleccionador, a type as cowardly as slightly ready, because Henry’s change served to throw the lions during a minute, but after it the step centred on him like head of Turk. And at the same time, they chorused the game of Spain with palms and olés, a topic (the toreador) with which we do not feel represented in any places of our country but that yesterday a pride smile started in all, since this use of the topic symbolized the capitulation of the French public the soccer of the Spanish Selection.

In the most soccer plane the yesterday event was not a party difficult to value. The best of France was behind, in the defense and the goal: the goalkeeper Lloris aims at big doorman and the wings Sagna and Evra it was from the few ones that they were saved, since I Shielded neither Ciani nor the sevillista they had a good day, everything opposite that the Spanish rear: Ramos lived through a happy night in the side street, Arbeloa demonstrated that, his low note of the notable one plays in the band that plays, rarely; in the center I Stung, Puyol and Albiol form such a hard wall in the cut as intelligently in the exit of the ball.

More of the same arrives: Anelka and Ribery tried it for active and for passive, but little can be done if behind there is nobody who plays football, and less if to the third mistake you allow yourself to eat already for the desperation, which was what happened to Scarface, which left to us more gestures of anxiety and annoyance that another thing. And of small Henry more it is possible to be said that … In another end of the field the Spanish front part is a possibilities boasting. Yesterday Of The Forest he chose to play with only one Nine, what provokes that the centrocampo is formed much better with five types with many class. The Gourd is an insatiable forward that, when it takes the gust, there is no the one who stops it; if last summer was costing for what they asked for him, his current price is even major. Torres went out in the second one and it is not that it had his best night, especially because it did not find the goal, but well, it comes from an injury (of several in the last months) and one notices him lacking in rhythm, and more in a party that, precisely, was losing his.

But the abyss that exists between our Selection and the French (and any other one if you purify me) is in the midfield. The Gauls played with Lass and Toulalan, so lost as impotent running after the ball. The Spanish soccer of the XXIst century is already not that coarsely and ugly of ‘The Fury’, but a conjunction of jugones that mark the style, both of the national cocktail and of the domestic competition. There is the core of the question, this draft to the modern thing that Luis Aragonés could mark and that Of The Forest he has been able to respect. Yesterday evening ‘The Red one’ formed with a centrocampo in which it gives priority to the touch but without desmerecer the defensive soundness. In this sense it is necessary to emphasize the big night of Busquets, which perhaps should not serve to convince all his detractors, but yes at least to take certain arguments for from them. But especially, it is necessary to give good results to Xabi Alonso: what a partidazo! what a way of dominating the fundamental one! The donostiarra is the perfect link between the rear and the defensive pivot and the jugones of above.

But if there is something that it is necessary to emphasize from the Spanish yesterday midfield it is the versatility that it exhibited. Spain began with 4-1-4-1, with Busquets of pivot and Alonso forming practically in line with others three. But with passing of the minutes and supported in the excellent mobility of the midfielders, the structure of the fundamental one evolved from one formation to other one and the most minimal thing did not suffer, but everything opposite: increasing the confusion of the rival, unable to fix the marks. This way, the Spanish midfield went on from ’1-4 to form in ‘W‘, with Xabi lining up with Sergi and offering more it spread for the movements of Miscellany, Cesc and Iniesta. The Spanish centrocampo has so much aptitude to transform in what the party demands that, during some stretches, even it turns out to be difficult to decide with what formation it is playing.

Such it is the sweet moment through that the Spanish cocktail lives that nobody throws the hands to the head because Xavi Hernández plays of substitute a friendly one, intelligent decision of Of The Forest, undoubtedly claiming that Cesc feels important. Also, the changes of the rest and those that came later, far from breaking the team (the party was already broken irremediably), it left to us the sensation that, if it was small with the seen, Spain takes players as Plain mountains that can give him what he needs when the plan A does not arise effect.

The key of Spain is that the players play so comfortably or more than in his teams. Serve a few examples: Branches he enjoys in the right side street, raises more that in Madrid and it does it with more success (to so much somewhat suertero of yesterday it is necessary to add that great goal to him in Denmark); Xabi Alonso is sorry better shielded about the jugones and the jugones are so many people that distribute the obligations and the pressure of playing well; above, Town and Towers know that the Selection does not need that his effectiveness approaches both 100 % and in his teams, because they are always going to have other one, what provokes that the pressure does not mark the needs for his environment, but they: forwards as they need only their own demand.

The next party will be against Liechtenstein, in May, another opportunity for Of The Forest to do some tactical tests and to be outlining the final list of twenty-three men that, allow me the bragging, they will make us Champions of the World in South Africa.

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