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Barcelona were not beaten, but they were battered in San Sebastin, leaving Luis Enrique to admit it had been a miracle to escape with a point
At least he ate well. Luis Enrique referred back to San Sebastin, the most beautiful neighbourhood in Spain, region of Patxarn, pil-pil and pintxos, tapas nailed to eat with lethal-looking concoction stays, of T-bones the size of T-Rexes and more Michelin whizs than anywhere in Europe, and left the style he did last hour and the time before that; the way that FC Barcelona have left every time theyve been since 2007. For almost a decade now, theyve departed overcome. Emotionally, at the least. Actually more, the majority of members of the time. Six months away Luis Enrique was of the view that hed go there to ingest a chuletn, a great large-hearted steak, but not to watch football. After all, like Pep Guardiola, Tito Vilanova and Tata Martino before, hed had a intestine full of that.
Six days Barcelona had been to face Real Sociedad in the tournament( seven including a Copa del Rey draw) and they had lost five and not acquired one. On Sunday night Barcelonas team included just one actor who was there when they last exited and acquired Leo Messi was 19 the working day and the guide extended to eight. Messi, 29 now, scored but six instants before that so had Willian Jos and a 1-1 depict left his surface six points behind Real Madrid six days before the clsico. Theres something about this home, alright: Real Sociedad have been to the second division since but still it goes on. A miracle, Luis Enrique called it.
In his first season, the team lost 1-0 here; Messi was on the bench and Luis Enrique looked like he was on his method. The sporting director, Andoni Zubizarreta, was sacked, his assistant Carles Puyol walked and elections were called; the manager admitted that his position had diminished and he seemed unlikely to last much longer. It was the end, or so it seemed; it turned out to be the beginning. In his second season, Luis Enriques team lost 1-0 again, the week after defeat in the clsico: suddenly the headlines claimed there is a league! and there was too. In the end, it was Barcelonas but, as Gerard Piqu employed it, they had to win it twice. And now in this, his third season, Barcelona drew.
That, at least, was an improvement, a straw to clutch at. It “couldve been” worse, only afterwards the Barcelona coach held: Worse, hopeless. In the majority of members of those other plays, there was some sort of apologize, even if a feeble one musicians left open, bigger games up next or just gone , not all that much in play, a signature of tough luck perhaps. Not this time; this time, Sunday mornings headlines had announced it a final a game they had to triumph yes, or yes, exclusively for it to turn out to be a game they were lucky not to lose. Luis Enrique didnt call it a miracle because he was at a loss to explain how Barcelona hadnt won again; he called it a miracle because, this time, he was at a loss to explain how they hadnt lost again.
To talking here a detail gained is to talk about a miracle, he said. The discrepancies between the teams was so large-hearted that the depict is almost a miracle. We took a degree from video games that was practically impossible to get a degree from. Change the shirts and you wouldnt be considered that the other crew was Barcelona. They were infinitely better than us. We have never been so inferior to an opponent as we were tonight. Stopped pitch-side, Piqu was asked if research results was about the best circumstance Barcelona could take from the game; if, ultimately, they had to be satisfied with the outline. At Barcelona, it is very rare that you can say that, but yes, he replied.
Barcelona were not beaten, but the latter are battered. Everyone agreed that this was a shower, Eddie Murphy farting in the bathtub. Real Sociedads first fortune came after 88 seconds; Barcelona didnt have a shot for 38 and a half more times. By then, la Real had taken eight of them. The possibilities were racking up. It was 5-0 in recess after 23 times, 8-0 by half season. Barcelona could not find a way out; blocked into the angle, unable to escape, barely able to breathe, it was all they could do to hang in. It didnt let up, either. Luis Surez, Messi and Neymar all finished the game with two shots; Esteban Granero finished it with one more than that. And he had only come on in the 85 th minute.