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We think we suffered last week against Bodo from Norway, but what happened on Thursday far exceeds any imagination. One of those games that is also complicated and perhaps useless to analyze from a logical point of view, because in what we have seen that it is logical or analyzable there is little or nothing.
A match that until the 71st minute had been simply a bit boring and that an ugly Milan seemed capable of controlling and taking to the port with no particular worries, suddenly turned into a truly exciting film worthy of the Quentin Tarantino of the best days. Thanks to the draw of this Francisco Geraldes, our opponents from Rio Ave (or Rio Mare as Larry calls them) not only began to believe strongly in qualifying, but they literally made us dance until the desperate forcing of the end of extra time, when their defender has seen fit to commit an unexpected and perverse hand that gives us the penalty that took us to the final lottery.
But the best was yet to come: I don’t remember witnessing such a crazy sequence of penalties, where everything happened and the opposite happened. 12 attempts from each side, with the boys on the edge of the abyss a first time after Colombo’s mistake saved by an incredible double stick from Monte, a second after Zizzo’s mistake immediately imitated by the colleague-opponent who shoots him around the corner . of rectitude, and a third after what seemed like the fatal mistake, Bennacer’s, thanks to another sensational bet by Geraldes. Meanwhile, the players were merrily frozen in midfield under what appeared to be a storm of wind and rain that could sweep away the benches. I must say that I empathized a lot with ours but also with the rivals, they couldn’t wait for it to finish but nobody was going to lose, obviously, which made everything more epic. In the beautiful final Donnarumma parade (after a series of penalties in reverse) I ran after my poor dog who was staring at me to hug him, even if it was the Belgrade marathon or the Manchester final. This time the football god Eupalla took us by the hand and forcibly dragged us into the Europa League groups, a small but unpredictable mini-milestone reached of the season.
The performance was decidedly subdued and the reasons are many: some key men, like Kessie and Çalhanoğlu, looked a bit tired despite doing their thing, and we were very little dangerous ahead; The alternatives weren’t plentiful, but the option of lining Daniel as a center forward to the detriment of Colombo still eludes me, I suppose there were physical reasons. Castillejo played a shameful game, everything bad and more, he is a very distant relative of the player we saw at times last year, I hope it is a physical problem and that he recovers a little because in these conditions he is in the stands. With Díaz in his place, there were a slightly brighter twenty minutes, although nothing exceptional. Leao deserves a separate demerit, author of a disconcerting test worthy of the worst Balotelli, luck that he scored the penalty because it seemed just out of phase. The mitigating factors are not lacking, however, the absences begin to weigh and then there are always the opponents: these Portuguese did not exactly look like a lot of blowjobs and they put everything they had, I think in Serie A they would easily sail in the middle of the table They don’t seem much scarcer than a Cagliari or a Sampdoria, and at times like this I think it’s okay not to go too far and take what’s next. It was important to qualify and we qualify.
The group is not easy but we can play it safely, taking into account that in Europe the games are always a bit more complicated than they seem. We hold on and try to keep up with the championship while we wait for the return of Rebic, Romagnoli and especially Zlatan who is breaking the house band, waiting for some other reinforcement to arrive before the market closes.
Tuco
