No fans in the stands and without a soul on the court. Total emptiness in the monumental. A team that barely advances when its people pushes it, had no energies to overcome a limited rival, which should have been a simple procedure for a team to aspire to be champion of the Copa Libertadores. With this precarious news, only the earthly objective of trying to overcome the group can be set. It is not for much more. The hierarchy is still absent.
A 0-0 that looked like so many other games that River played during this year, And a little further back too. Does not even raise the note for having become Figure to goalkeeper José Contreras. Without removing merit from their saved (seven in total), River pays for its deficiencies, especially for its offensive sterility. It is a team that does not convert even a penalty. Last night he failed Sebastián Driussi, As Borja had done it in two previous games.
River wasted the possibility of lowering anxiety and increasing confidence in one of the first plays of the game. He was able to deepen with a touch of Driussi and the arrival of Colidio, covered by the exit of the goalkeeper, who could not retain the ball and demolished Driussi. Penal. “They did it to me, I kicked it,” Driussi’s position looked like, although Montiel was, who was hurried in the recovery of the tear because River needs its tempering and determination, at a time when doubts and lack of resolution stick to the team.
The highlight of River 0 – Barcelona 0
For Driussi it was the opportunity to turn his first goal from a return for which River managed for a long time and invested more than 10 million dollars. The execution was not consistent with the value of his pass: half height, little corner, tailored to the intuition of goalkeeper Contreras, who achieved what he intended: enlarged, become one of the figures of the first stage, with other meritorious interventions.
The prison was followed by a strong shock of heads between Martínez Quarta and Chalá. It was five initial minutes with a couple of incidents that gave rise to such a constant domain as unproductive of River. Gallardo maintained the formation of triumph in Lima, with the reappearance of Montiel. The Martínez Quarta triangle, Paulo Díaz and Enzo Pérez prevented Barcelona from progressing beyond half of the court. The rivals already know that one of River’s weak points is Acuña’s back, and there they were a couple of balls so that the Ecuadorian team came out a bit of the drowning.
River faced its usual sudoku: accompanying its domain of efficacy, arriving and converting. Keep going around in that labyrinth, get dizzy alone, Sometimes it facilitates the task to the rival. And that Barcelona played with a respect that other River de Gallardo had deserved the most. Professional League teams are encouraged more than this Barcelona that arrived with a respectable support, after beating Independiente del Valle on the first date and being a leader of the league of his country.
With different styles, Mastantuono and Meza applied to being the game generators. The youth transfers and gambetea; The former independent is more touch and download. The goal sensation was constant, but this River is lowered by the blind as it approaches the area. Driussi lost again in hand with Contreras, which also led to when Montiel reached his domains.
The development had a single direction, River did not need Armani, Salvador in more than one party. A possession that averaged 70 percent, more than a dozen auctions, all served … and River that did not put a bite, with how hungry he is of football and goals.
Gallardo trusted the goal promise of his team and made no changes for the second half. But the script was maintained, with Contreras in Superman Plan, even to cover definitions followed by Driussi and Mastantuono. The clock began to hurry River, whose nervousness advances faster. The solutions did not appear, everything tended to complicate.
The changes were inevitable and Gallardo chose to replace Meza and Colidio, who had not been below other colleagues, Driussi case. Borja and Simon entered, without producing an immediate impact. Almost no one escaped from the inertia, the plateau had become a hole that was swallowing to the majority. If Barcelona had scared at some point, it had already happened to him, the goal of getting a draw was getting closer, and even excited himself with the miracle of a triumph in a bad exit of Paulo Díaz, who corrected his mistake.
Rojas and Subiabre entered, but there was no one who lifted him. He continued to defland. On a night of desolation up and down, the only touch of distinction was put by the ineffable coach Segundo Castillo, who dressed in an old pink tuxedo stopped a ball as if he still had the booties.
