Spain broke it, a tremendous, apotheosis Spain.
The youthful and gray Red of recent months broke the shell on a day dreamed of for Spanish football: the bath in Germany was a whole chest do.
It was not in a European Championship, nor in a World Cup.
But the Germany that was broken by Torres in 2008 and by Puyol just over a decade ago took a spanking for eternity in La Cartuja.
As evidence, the German team did not concede six goals since 1958 (6-3 against France).
Germany, also in transition, does not have the best team that has been seen.
But it's not a broom truck team either.
The local team reduced it to rubble, until it gave him the biggest beating ever in an official game.
ESP
6
-
0
GER
Spain Unai Simón, Gayá, Pau Francisco Torres, Sergio Ramos (Eric Garcia, min. 42), Sergi Roberto, Ferrán Torres (Oyarzabal, min. 72), Canales (Fabián, min. 11), Koke, Rodrigo, Dani Olmo (Marco Asensio, min. 72) and Morata (Gerard Moreno, min. 72) Germany Neuer, Niklas Süle (Jonathan Tah, min. 45), Ginter, Philipp Max, Robin Koch, Leon Goretzka (Florian Neuhaus, min. 60), Kroos, Gündogan, Timo Werner (Benjamin Henrichs, min. 76), Sane (Waldschmidt, min. 60) and Serge Gnabry
Goals1-0 min.
16: Morata.
2-0 min.
32: Ferran Torres.
3-0 min.
37: Rodrigo.
4-0 min.
54: Ferran Torres.
5-0 min.
70: Ferran Torres.
6-0 min.
88: Oyarzabal, yellow cards: Robin Koch (min. 36) and Jonathan Tah (min. 66)
When the day came, the Spain that Luis Enrique cradles lifted off altitude sickness and celebrated a major festival.
Löw's selection was reduced to ashes.
La Roja turned it into an elementary team, destitute, even though it called itself Germany and enlisted five players from the supersonic Bayern.
The German trigger was vintage.
Spain was a gale from the start.
It was an unapologetic selection.
And catch, very catch.
He interpreted in an illustrated way what the visiting weaknesses were.
First, on the shoulders of Morata, who, back and forth, danced on Süle and Koch, the two poles that Löw lined up in the center of the trench.
Bulk fenders.
Two very German central defenders.
A football, the German one, that not infrequently embraced only because of the infinite size of its defenses.
Many were deforesting the area.
The same as Süle and Koch, portrayed by land and air.
Ferran quickly joined the rondo de Morata — with Versailles roulette wheels.
The Valencian had a clinical eye: Max, his marker, was without a chain.
At the signals of the City player, Sergi Roberto joined as water carrier.
A torture for Max, always behind Ferran and the azulgrana.
Not even a certain misfortune lowered the whole of Luis Enrique.
The referee, without VAR through, did not condemn a possible Gündogan penalty to Dani Olmo.
The injury to Canales before ten minutes was not an interference either.
Shortly after, Fabián, his relief, took a corner and Morata headed like an angel.
As bailiff, Gnabry, the shortest of visitors.
The centrals of two bodies, of gazes.
There was no circumstance that upset Spain, convincing in everything, with and without the ball.
Morata scored again, after a braid between Ferran and Sergi Roberto.
By eye, the linesman invalidated a goal that seemed like a goal for offside.
Spain maneuvered with as much determination as skill.
Germany only had one expertise.
With hardly any pressure, take a look at the opponent waiting for a crack for Gnabry, Werner and Sané, three daggers when they have horizons.
They were not granted by the painting of Luis Enrique, who knew when to accelerate, when to slow down.
Neuer crossed Ferran's path to 2-0.
But the German captain was shirtless shortly after.
Gayà, left-handed, crossed with the right.
Dani Olmo, who is not a center, headed to the crossbar.
And Max didn't interfere with the Manchester City winger's cross and point-blank shot.
Nothing did Gündogan in another withering header, this time from Rodri.
Spain led Germany head first before a most contemplative spectator: goalkeeper Unai Simón, this Tuesday a scale above De Gea and Kepa.
Rodri
flew
with discretion, the resurrected Koke and Fabián set the pace, the three forwards
struck viciously
and the defense did not slacken even with Sergio Ramos' injury at the edge of the break.
Another Spanish setback and growing certainty.
This pandemic football, as abrasive as it is strenuous, produces — and will produce — an incessant trickle of injuries.
There is no
Hercules
that resists such a diabolical calendar.
Germany, shaved by the Red, was already nothing before the intermission.
It was no better afterwards.
It seemed even more pedestrian.
White flag.
Spanish merit.
Luis Enrique's boys smelled blood and nobody lowered the blind.
Ferran, on skates, massacred the ramshackle German rear with two more confetti.
And also Oyarzabal threw streamers (6-0).
Spain without a goal, give him that against a whole Germany.
Such was the wiggle that Löw's men were left dry when they had scored twenty consecutive games.
It wasn't the day.
It was only the day of the Red.
If ten years ago he celebrated the greatest joy of his 100 years of life, his visit to La Cartuja also deserves a greater uncorking.
Not only because of the qualification for the semi-finals of the Nations League in October 2021. A 6-0 against Germany elevates any team.
Especially if it is made up of an emerging generation that may only have one peak day to go.
He already has it.
Unforgettable testament.