Assuming that it will be difficult to win, Barça are debating the different ways to lose, even if Laporta sings victory to hide the fact that the club is bankrupt, the team has become impoverished and the Super League is a chimera managed by Florentino.
Although illusion was never forbidden, reality ensures that Bayern today is far superior to Barça;
the question was to know to what extent, a mystery that Koeman could not solve.
The coach preferred not to challenge the Germans and limit the damage with a survival drill in exchange for silencing Barcelona.
Barça did not play anything, lost on the pitch, aware that, as the song says,
La tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim
, whatever Laporta says, the only ambitious one left after Messi's departure.
Invoking Chelsea as a model seems at the moment a joke of those who have delusions of grandeur and do not assume that it is about knowing how to mourn, go through the duel and put together a young and daring team with sweat at the Camp Nou.
Time, meanwhile, passes, the presidents and coaches change and Barça continues to conceal goals from Bayern.
Barcelona Ter Stegen, Piqué, Eric Garcia (Óscar Mingueza, min. 65), Ronald Araújo, Pedri, Frenkie De Jong, Sergi Roberto (Yusuf Demir, min. 58), Busquets (Pablo Páez Gavira, min. 58), Alba (Alex Balde, min. 73), Luuk de Jong (Coutinho, min. 65) and DepayBayernNeuer, Dayotchanculle Upamecano, Alphonso Davies, Niklas Süle (Josip Stanisic, min. 81), Benjamin Pavard (Lucas, min. 65), Sane (Kingsley Coman, min. 81), Leon Goretzka, Müller (M. Sabitzer, min. 81), Joshua Kimmich, Jamal Musiala (Gnabry, min. 69) and Lewandowski
Referee Michael Oliver Yellow cards Joshua Kimmich (min. 4), Dayotchanculle Upamecano (min. 77) and Pablo Páez Gavira (min. 81)
Although he was a defense, Koeman escapes whenever he can from striker Laporta's mark in a pulse that has the Camp Nou in suspense. The president wants to transcend with an author football that refers to the ideology of Cruyff, without knowing what point he has as reckless or possible in a moment of hardship at Barça, and the coach intends to survive, pending the profile of each rival, convinced that there is no better argument to support his work than the scoreboard, especially in games as delicate as the one he faced Bayern. A bad plan because he lost 0-3.
The bet was not to start building a team in a risky situation but to compete to gain time, and also self-esteem and credibility, from a formation that sacrificed a fourth midfielder in favor of a third center-back after being left with only two forwards: the effervescent Memphis and the rookie Luuk De Jong, a consummate finisher, initially enabled by the depth of Sergi Roberto and Jordi Alba. It did not work because they did not throw a good center or a serious shot was counted against Neuer.
The knot of the game rested in the Pedri-Busques-De Jong triangle and in his ability to have and play the ball and, consequently, to jump the intimidating pressure of Bayern.
And the three watched the game pass before the impatience of the Camp Nou.
Nagelsmann was unfazed after guarding Gnabry and betting on the destabilizing Musiala.
The Germans do not doubt or are aware of the opposite, so powerful and self-confident that they exude arrogance, just as fierce in Munich as in Barcelona.
Nobody was surprised that Bayern was in command.
The game was played from very early on on the Barcelona court and after a quarter of an hour Ter Stegen's right hand already took a shot from Sané. Although he avoided the melee and the exchange of blows, aware of his physical inferiority, Barça defended themselves as best they could, demanded in their area and pending the transitions of Memphis and De Jong. The Barça offense did not even tickle Bayern. The Barcelona players no longer have the finesse and speed necessary to replicate the volcanic German team.
Nobody risked at Barça, but everyone tried to avoid losing the ball, the Catalans aware that each robbery by Bayern caused an outrage in the Ter Stegen area. And the 0-1 came precisely because of the crowd of footballers after Müller's shot hit Eric's back. There was no more blocking or help to prevent the goal that was announced by Bayern's push. Although they could not run or run over Barcelona, the Germans won comfortably with the seventh goal that Müller scored for them in the Champions League.
The scoreboard did not affect Koeman, insensitive to the moan of the Camp Nou. Nobody remembered such a small and dedicated team, the eleven players behind the ball, all waiting for an episodic or random play, when the game repeatedly announced Bayern's second goal. The author was the infallible Lewandowski after a play in which there were up to three shots against Ter Stegen. The goalkeeper was as superb in a shot from Sané as he was defenseless against the 9 shot. The 0-2 sent the fans away and tempered Bayern.
The Catalans were encouraged for a moment more by the rest of the Germans than by the changes of Koeman.
The youngsters, in any case, defended at least their colors and pride, the last resort of the weak, equally subdued with a second goal from Lewandowski.
The Germans were no more cruel, pious with an even more tame Barça, lacking in rebellion and without trace, fearful and dejected and with no other objective than to be second in the group against Benfica and Dynamo Kiev.
While waiting for the injured, nobody dares to say that the favorite of the three is Barça.
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