Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Make My Nials Grow Fast

1 to 0 PORTUGAL


Spain, an exercise in patience, overcame a wall. The English team was more than an hour until Villa breaking stones found loophole through which bore the goal of Portugal. To get there we had to cross the desert. First, a brilliant start. Then, through a long quarantine period before the interval in which the ideas and, above all, speed, fled to Spain.
After the drink, with Del Bosque is lit the lamp. It took a painful decision by sitting and fanning Torres Llorente. Labor was holy. The match was not for the giant Athletic, but was able to adapt and served as a crane, dropping balls, and light, staying on offense and creating opportunities.
coincide with his departure came the Villa goal. Portugal finally was forced to leave the cave. Came tiquitaca the time, the house specialty. Only in the last five minutes, the fruit of weariness and the rattling of Portugal, was suffering under control. A Christian? Well, thanks. Vacation.
Few selections are capable of withstanding without wrinkling the suit when things go wrong. It happened to Spain in a first time overwhelming. After a sparkling start, the Portuguese gave way to a "Mourinho." A well organized defensively and balls up and see if the flute sounded. At that, La Roja contributed what he does best: the touch. It happened that the pass-control was run at a speed desperate and predictable. There were passes before they happened. The three or four times that there was a certain ability to surprise, appeared imprecision. Not a single ball had the label of "final pass."
wear that occurs on the computer game with the ball is harmful. It should be the nervous system of stainless steel. The temptation would have been to war every man for himself. Hence the disorder, a step.
The selection remained the same type and left in the second half. Forest missed a reasonable time, squeezed out what little was left and brought Torres Llorente. The change was clearly logical. The party called for a Llorente and not a Cesc. But Del Bosque agreed because the boy was adapted to meet as a chameleon. The first ball he touched, a header, came close to sending it to the network.
few minutes later, a play with patience, with hints and more touches in the front, ended with Villa in the area and finishing off twice. A, drew Eduardo. Another, the same rebound, put the Guaje with suspense. Finally, the award was quiet.
Portugal was forced to improvise and Spain flew like an albatross, playing, weaving and entertaining. During this period fresh mark deserved not to suffer in the end. Distress was unreal. Not much. The award, a double quarter-final and nonnegotiable style. Thanks to Fernando Llorente.

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