San Lorenzo had momentum, but lacked football and aim
In the New Gasometer, leadership is not transformed: Cyclone scoreless draw against Columbus, the surprising leader, backed Montoya and Piberío.
San Lorenzo, the truth, he did what he could. Attacked, advanced, fought. The energy in the service of the frantic search. Do not leftover football, almost no good aim. With his figures, at home, with his people, with a spare few have, a train collides head-full of energy and good will. It is the joy train. The train heads a dream, because that's what you're going Columbus: an impossible dream to wake up. It is a cheerful, jovial Piberío backed into a neat, sharp and vigorous tactics (by time of development, according to the time of the show) and Montoya's hands and is still there, up in the sky. First, over all. Among them, about Cyclone, the last champion, who despite his figures, hesitated, knew not fly.
A 0 a 0, however, may cause several readings. Because San Lorenzo had chances, wasted by Correa, for Blandi (double capped a sensational Montoya) by Buffarini. Should he win? Football has long misled the scales of justice. No it ran over his opponent. No cornered him. He never showed his credential large. And Columbus, at the same time, did not flinch. Long ago he lost almost all respect.
Almost always, the spotlight was the hallmark of the Cyclone. The ball, the field, the development in their favor. With Piatti, with Pipi Romagnoli, flags of creation, must impose their aggressive, sharp, facer style. But he had no wit, or accuracy, nor courage to overcome the opponents legs. Correa lives between light and shadow, especially on the right and Blandi sector was assisted when not able to impose his trade scorer. And the rest of the development, I went walking around the area. Strange case of scorers: if they make are gods, if they fail to represent the devil. Blandi usually plays well, moves judiciously, runs empty, you sometimes risk. Was on, but in a couple of games, you become the clouds on your figure.
A shot of Meli, distant, that Torrico pulled to one side, confirmed the theory: Columbus was not a guest at someone else's party. I wanted to show, as they do in this amazing tournament, his proposal is intelligence, relays, pressure, order and fast and sharp output. I smothered San Lorenzo. He left without air, without collective support or individual bailouts.
Neither Pipi or Piatti. A shipment of Correa, an onslaught of Buffarini. Edgardo Bauza, coach suffered the ravages of an angry audience, plays hand with bold changes that create an imbalance in itself and gossiping. Matos, Elizari and Villalba, the court: a concern for any opponent for offensive capability and shared their own concern, because some parts overlap, are confused, dizzy, fly in the same air.
In the final minutes, San Lorenzo runs forward blindfolded. He sees nothing. But going: that's a virtue that few have. If you exceed the santafecinas parts like Videla, as Mansilla, as Graziani, meets Montoya, former goalkeeper Velez, inspired by the Bajo Flores.
Never loosen Columbus: It is a watch that lasts 90 minutes. Or a little more, if time is extended. Run with the force of an amazing team, which remains first. And it will continue at least until next season. He does not owe anybody anything. San Lorenzo had their evening to bring him down: he did not know how.
- lanacion.com.ar
San Lorenzo, the truth, he did what he could. Attacked, advanced, fought. The energy in the service of the frantic search. Do not leftover football, almost no good aim. With his figures, at home, with his people, with a spare few have, a train collides head-full of energy and good will. It is the joy train. The train heads a dream, because that's what you're going Columbus: an impossible dream to wake up. It is a cheerful, jovial Piberío backed into a neat, sharp and vigorous tactics (by time of development, according to the time of the show) and Montoya's hands and is still there, up in the sky. First, over all. Among them, about Cyclone, the last champion, who despite his figures, hesitated, knew not fly.
A 0 a 0, however, may cause several readings. Because San Lorenzo had chances, wasted by Correa, for Blandi (double capped a sensational Montoya) by Buffarini. Should he win? Football has long misled the scales of justice. No it ran over his opponent. No cornered him. He never showed his credential large. And Columbus, at the same time, did not flinch. Long ago he lost almost all respect.
Almost always, the spotlight was the hallmark of the Cyclone. The ball, the field, the development in their favor. With Piatti, with Pipi Romagnoli, flags of creation, must impose their aggressive, sharp, facer style. But he had no wit, or accuracy, nor courage to overcome the opponents legs. Correa lives between light and shadow, especially on the right and Blandi sector was assisted when not able to impose his trade scorer. And the rest of the development, I went walking around the area. Strange case of scorers: if they make are gods, if they fail to represent the devil. Blandi usually plays well, moves judiciously, runs empty, you sometimes risk. Was on, but in a couple of games, you become the clouds on your figure.
A shot of Meli, distant, that Torrico pulled to one side, confirmed the theory: Columbus was not a guest at someone else's party. I wanted to show, as they do in this amazing tournament, his proposal is intelligence, relays, pressure, order and fast and sharp output. I smothered San Lorenzo. He left without air, without collective support or individual bailouts.
Neither Pipi or Piatti. A shipment of Correa, an onslaught of Buffarini. Edgardo Bauza, coach suffered the ravages of an angry audience, plays hand with bold changes that create an imbalance in itself and gossiping. Matos, Elizari and Villalba, the court: a concern for any opponent for offensive capability and shared their own concern, because some parts overlap, are confused, dizzy, fly in the same air.
In the final minutes, San Lorenzo runs forward blindfolded. He sees nothing. But going: that's a virtue that few have. If you exceed the santafecinas parts like Videla, as Mansilla, as Graziani, meets Montoya, former goalkeeper Velez, inspired by the Bajo Flores.
Never loosen Columbus: It is a watch that lasts 90 minutes. Or a little more, if time is extended. Run with the force of an amazing team, which remains first. And it will continue at least until next season. He does not owe anybody anything. San Lorenzo had their evening to bring him down: he did not know how.
- lanacion.com.ar
