Granada shows its teeth in Eindhoven

Although Granada dress in colors that match badly at the request of UEFA, it is still Granada. That dedicated and plethora team, irremovable and remonitory. Europe already knows his skin, despite the black and blue of his clothing, and he wore his sharp-fanged teeth in Eindhoven. PSV promised them happily under the guidance of Mario Götze, a genius who tries to free these lands from the darkness of the dry dock, the author of one of those goals that freeze the blood at the edge of half-time. But this Granada is passionate in its interpretation of football, but pragmatic in the face of any adversity. Jorge Molina, anointed for the unexpected appointment due to the loss of Soldado, found the opening to equalize the matter and Machís composed the parable of the definitive reaction. There is fire in the eyes of this troop of brave men, courageous to respond, stony to take refuge in the final suffering.

This set does not stop leaving its fans with their mouths open, who cry in front of the television for not being able to be with their present body boys. They strangle all adjectives because they always find their way out of any impasse. In its presentation in society, there is no doubt about its vigor. First appearance and triumph. Three points against the favorite of the group. The supposed favorite.

Diego Martínez surely had a game plan in mind with Roberto Soldado as the starter, but Covid-19 deprived him of using it. In his discharge, the coach advocated for the striker most similar to his characteristics, Jorge Molina, rather than flourishing Luis Suárez, with whom he is managing his acclimatization to the environment. Yangel Herrera returned to the core, but Luis Milla remained in Montoro’s place, although the Valencian would leave before the break due to the mishap suffered by Gonalons.

With Machís on the left, the Nasrid signed the first arrival, with agile feet but without a frank shot. Neva tried to get Puertas to finish her and Molina squirmed afterwards but could only provoke one foul.

PSV is imposing by name but it is a team in continuous regeneration, as it usually happens when a good vintage comes out in the Dutch teams. He has a young team that breathes dynamism in attack, which he has enriched with the experience of the German Mario Götze, one of those magicians whose tailcoat has been torn to shreds due to physical problems. The world champion has finished in the Eredivisie despite being of prime age, with only 28, although perhaps the choice is not so bad to regain the feelings that led him to be one of the best midfielders in Europe. Those from Eindhoven play for him and strengthen him, with good ball handling, as he likes.

Malen is one of those precocious gunners who charge insistently, although Rui responded well to his first attempt. The referee, Felix Zwayer, gave continuity, tolerating some collisions so as not to cut the rhythm of the match. The stadium longed for its fans in the stands, and the many visitors who would have landed safely. They had to settle for an exterior pyrotechnics that deafened the protagonists for a while.

It was soon contrasted that the locals have clung to Götze’s dictation, attentive to intercept and deepen with sharp passes. Granada answered the opposite, on both shores. Machís hit and almost finished in the serve if Yangel refines a printed power shot. Molina gasped around, wasting away on pressure and bickering.

There is no forgiveness in these competitions for gross mistakes, sometimes even for minor ones. In a succession of Milla losses in no man’s land, Götze donned his top hat and waved his wand at Malen, which he went on without specifying. In these, Hendrix collided with Gonalons and something sounded wrong with his knee, which twisted as the cleats of his boot caught on the grass. The moans dictated serious pain and required immediate replacement. Montoro entered the contest. Milla stepped back to exit.

With these partners in the middle, Yangel stirred with fewer ties. He wiggled until he saw Puertas and to finish off the center, Machís lacked a fourth. The right gained importance in a tuya-mía between Puertas and Foulquier with a dispatch to Montoro and a volley that Mvogo scared away like a fly, the Granada player incredulous.

The alerts were lowered in the addition of the first act. Montoro served a foul that Yangel again magnetized with his head, but the shot caught him invalidated behind the rear. PSV replied with a long delivery that Dumfries fought with Machís in flight, touching him on the hump more than convenient, but the referee did not blow the whistle and Götze manifested as a spirit changing the baton for a mace. Rui blinked and the ball was already inside. Without VAR, there was no review. Shocking that they elude him in the first steps of a tournament of this level.

Roger Schimidt kept the jar of his countryman’s essences at half-time and, without Götze, the Eindhoven ones dwindled. The goal seemed to repel Jorge Molina, unfortunate in a rejection after a battle between Dumfries and Montoro that bounced him like a rabbit and could not kick. The error perplexed the Alcoyano, but not down. Whoever combs gray hair knows that those who leave sometimes come back.

Before the tie, the team demanded the second yellow from Mauro Júnior for slapping Neva, but the German referee did not want to unbalance the forces, to the stupor of the black dresses. The combination was misleading, but it was soon found to be the same as ever. Milla specified to the side and Puertas tempered a shipment without dropping it that Molina hooked. All the happiness that she lacked before, she had in that instant. The ball hit the crossbar and hit Mvogo on the line to enter the tragona. It also earned him a veteran tip to celebrate.

They bottled up the visitors and even Foulquier showed the whip. It was a Granada at ease in its devilish rhythm and its infernal pressure. Collectivist football but with loose verses that destabilize the rival score. Machís injected himself with poison into the syringe and put the needle in the same square. A jump rope to turn the matter around like with the Tbisili Locomotive.

The hosts were pissed off and Malen searched for Rui’s seams, but Rui spit the ball first and caught it in suspense between the post and the line. The Portuguese remains unperturbed.

Mauro Júnior was substituted after his third slap, and consequent pardon, and Suárez showed shortly afterwards why they call him the ‘bison’ in a stampede to pass from Germán to which he arrived with vigor, shot almost without angle and jumped up to the billboard , athletic.

It entered a phase of clenching the jaw, with constant rush. Eteki and Soro appeared after many encounters without acting so that the squad did not give way. Vallejo swept it all in one of his most convincing performances and PSV submitted to the logical anguish of those who feel evicted at home. This intractable Granada knows how to rile everyone up. He saved the gray day with Atlético Madrid, only a draw was left in Cádiz. The rest, a favorable sequence that overwhelms with just two months of the new project. It is delirious, but in that dressing room no one falters or deviates from the path.