It is quite easy to explain what happened in the Endesa League final.
From minute one of the first game, Madrid has dominated the series from start to finish.
And point.
Such has been the white superiority that the 3-0, the sweep as they call it in the NBA, was one shot away from Causeur and it would not have surprised anyone.
Unlike other occasions, the antecedents were premonitory.
Madrid arrived in a good dynamic, very self-confident and wanting to offer the title to their coach.
On the other hand, Barça landed with more doubts than certainties, far from their best times and in the grip of a striking competitive melancholy.
The first forty minutes confirmed the clues given and although the laws of the
playoffs
dictate and oblige to make the pertinent adjustments as events unfold, nothing that one or the other did substantially changed the previous dynamics.
Madrid continued to play between good and better, and Barcelona continued to suffer until the curtain fell.
It is difficult to find a section of a certain entity in which the whites have not made a difference.
His domain encompassed the physical and the mental, the electronic and the sensations, the collective and the individual, under the hoop and in the outside success, the blackboards and the execution of what was requested on the blackboards.
Perhaps in a sport like football you can win a match without having to be better than your opponent.
In basketball it is impossible.
If you do more things well than your opponent, you end up winning.
And that's what Madrid did three times and took precisely a title that it undoubtedly needed.
A success of this substance makes all its winners more handsome.
Call them Hanga, Deck, Yabousele, Causeur, Laso, Mateo or Tavares, a true giant in every possible sense.
His statistics, good in general and stratospheric in the fourth game, fall short to explain the impact on the game, the terror he provokes, how he gets into the brains of his opponents, who flee as soon as they suspect his proximity, the shots that doesn't block but it does deflect... Things that don't translate into numbers, but that win championships.
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Speaking of Tavares, very fair MVP of the final, it is curious that in a few days we have witnessed the vindication of the little ones, at the hands of Stephen Curry and his Warriors, and almost at the same time that of the big men, embodied by this Royal Madrid that knew how to exploit its superiority to extremes not seen for years.
There are many possible basketballs and the variety is the pleasure and fun.
In the same way, a double blow like the one that Barça has had this season makes any suit ugly.
Everyone is susceptible to being singled out, even those who until recently seemed untouchable.
Not a single Barça player has been close to the benefits that he is supposed to, strangely far from the best versions of him and without the spirit and energy necessary to stand up to a team as courageous as Madrid.
Nor does Jasikevicius come off scot-free, who did not know or could not find any key that would get his team out of the mud in which it was stuck.
I have a theory about (let's call them) intense trainers.
The player bears that tremendous pressure or those public remarks while he wins.
Otherwise, his ancestry and impact are greatly diminished.
Saras spent the entire final clamoring for more energy.
She was rarely found
Overall, Madrid wrote the story of this season with a nice ending, which has given someone to start writing a series like the Lakers'.
While we wait, congratulations to the winners.
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