There was no blur.
Scared for weeks without goals, each of those that occurred yesterday are responses to those who believed that Barça was partying.
The one in Memphis was a geometry lesson
, in one of those minutes that in these foggy times seemed like daggers in the Barça heart.
De Jong, the most veteran of the namesakes, made up for all the noise about his ineffectiveness
.
And when the team had already solved the difficult battle of regaining joy
, Ansu Fati's goal came
.
Master of the secret dimensions of football, he left the stands speechless.
This victory belongs to Koeman
, the courage with which he has faced the managerial shouting and the media hodgepodge. Like all times and all moments have symbols, good and bad, this Sunday that
Fati
returned
is unique. This footballer is a splendor, as the teacher Relaño says
.
Before jumping the field, when he was taking out his number, 10,
Carlos Naval
suffered a slight accident
, the best witness of what has happened to Barça for decades.
As if that exit were a metaphor, then the
Fati
lightning occurred
.
I saw him weeks ago entering
Joaquín Juan's
physiotherapy
in
Madrid
.
That day, still in treatment, he challenged
Madrid
wearing the shirt with which he beat
Levante
.
It was an omen, perhaps, the truth is that he has returned to
Barça
the challenge of joy that he himself supposes.