A victory and nothing more

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A game in Geneva served as relief to Spain, which sang its first victory in this League of Nations.

No one will throw confetti.

And, even less, there will be someone who rewinds it.

A sosaina meeting and an instant to win.

A goal from Sarabia and period.

First against a rickety Switzerland and then against a Switzerland with more spirit than football.

As always, the Red had some shakes in the perimeter of Unai Simón.

As usual, he hardly left notices on Sommer's door.

Another Spain without grace.

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Sommer, Widmer, Ricardo Rodríguez (Djibril Sow, min. 88), Manuel Akanji (F. Frei, min. 78), Eray Cömert, Xhaka, Freuler, Michel Aebischer (Noah Okafor, min. 63), Embolo, Zuber (Renato Steffen, min. 62) and Shaqiri (Seferovic, min. 79)

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Unai Simón, Llorente, Pau Torres, Alba, Azpilicueta, Marcos Llorente (Carlos Soler, min. 79), Gavi (Koke, min. 72), Busquets, Sarabia (Dani Olmo, min. 62), Morata (Marco Asensio, min. 72) and Ferran Torres

Goals

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12: Sarabia.

Yellow cards Shaqiri (min. 58), Manuel Akanji (min. 66), Seferovic (min. 88) and Djibril Sow (min. 91)

A blink of Sarabia, the thousand shoemakers of Gavi and Unai Simón's bretes with his feet... Curious.

In Luis Enrique's team, in the first section nobody left more traces than the three mentioned, precisely the only ones who have had a reel as starters in this edition of the League of Nations.

Except for unexpected firecrackers, Spain, as expected, will play for first place – the only way to the final phase – with Portugal, winner this Thursday against the Czech Republic (2-0).

Five points counts Spain, seven the Portuguese.

In Geneva, the Red was somewhat corrected in defense.

Murat Yakin's steamy selection contributed greatly.

In the first time, a mummy.

Nothing to do with the Switzerland that forced penalties with Spain in the quarterfinals of the European Championship a year ago.

Not even with Switzerland already with a place in Qatar.

Before a Switzerland without chicha and contemplative, a hook was enough for Spain in the first act and the spring afternoon of Diego Llorente and Pau until the second period.

Nothing to do with the ramshackle Spain of Prague, so zombie against the pedestrian Czech team.

There was no activism in Switzerland, so the Spanish central defenders, affected the previous day by the general laziness, not only of the partially censored Eric García, spent a rather calm night.

Only a few alerts due to the risky trances assumed by Unai Simón, obvious starting goalkeeper for Luis Enrique, who demands the feet of a <CF1001>violinist</CF><CF1000><CF1000>.

Today, goalkeepers not only beat their competitors by the hand.

Without lubricant in the boots they are like outcasts.

The thing about the goalkeepers is a sinvivir.

They were always considered crazy,

Like Unai, another fixture for Luis Enrique is Marcos Llorente.

In the ranch of Servette, midfielder, a position that projects him better than that of lateral.

He has turbines for twins and when he goes on the rampage he can be devastating.

The game was still leaden when Ferran stole a ball, Marcos had more bone than the Valencian player Cömert and his outlined assistance was cradled by Sarabia to the net.

Llorente lacks courage, but in the open field he is a convoy by himself.

Busquets did not lack wild boar partners.

Llorente, of course, and, of course, Gavi.

At the age of 17, the Sevillian is so loose that he even plays with his laces in the wind.

No strings attached.

Gavi to touch;

Gavi to fight.

There is no minefield to flee from, quite the contrary.

He has an eye on the ball and bites without it.

He spanks Lusos, Czechs, Swiss... Gavi has no consideration for anyone.

All along it was necessary to wait for Switzerland to show some jaw.

A rattle after the bumps against the Czech Republic (2-1) and Portugal (4-0).

Nothing extraordinary, but he had a little more pulse after the break, which was reached without more footsteps in front of the goals than Sarabia's bingo and a botched header from Embolo.

The Borussia Mönchengladbach striker was also unsuccessful when Unai tied himself up outside the area near the end.

The local attacker's shot was not spicy.

The other departure from Switzerland did not alter the course of the party too much.

To Spain, in which, as always, the group stands out above the soloists, he limited himself to a dressing task.

He did not give for more.

He lacked arrival, as usual, but this time he wrapped up better, although there is no match in which he does not concede a shot that could be terminal.

In this Red there are no big breaks, so in general it synchronizes more or less the same, for better or for worse, with one or the other.

The changes ordered by Luis Enrique did not have much effect.

Koke wrapped up Busquets;

Soler, another arrival, took charge of the Llorente track, and Asensio and Dani Olmo fluttered without further ado in the Sarabia and Morata sectors —with their backs well.

With the same step, without grandiloquence or great shrillness, the visiting team closed the victory with final anguish due to a shot by Sow that led to a corner kick that the referee did not allow, in a hurry to lower the curtain.

Like all Spaniards.

A therapeutic triumph for the Red.

It never hurts.

These are not times for the Versailles, nor is there much fishing ground for it.

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