The joy lasted an instant, what it took Basil in unleashing a shot from twelve meters that went through the backs of the Spanish players like a shiver. He had done everything right, he had quarreled, he had appeased himself. Black y pint, top rival scorer, who let go of her hand to embitter a great Wiggins and impose the superiority of Romania in a first half in which she always knew how to maintain an advantage of two or three goals. She had come and enjoyed a few minutes of relief, but with two seconds to go, disappointment. One that hinders the situation of the round that allows the pass to the medals. On Sunday, against the Netherlands, another final.
Romania is that complex and difficult team that almost always chokes Spain. It was also yesterday, the arms of Neagu and Pintea to lead a game in which Prades’s men were in tow for many minutes. Up to two and three goals behind in the first half, but the legs came out, the solidarity of the group to never lose sight of victory. Limiting their own losses and taking advantage of those of others, and with a surge of pride, they managed to bring that disadvantage closer to just a bit before going through the locker room. Breath and confirmation that the game was being played well, that it was just a matter of details
Spain came out convinced in the second half, good ideas, fresh and fast and counterattacks. But Pintea continued to her own, forcing the Prades women to give themselves until their last breath to continue dreaming of victory. They were playing well, so much so that with 15 minutes to go, Spain was finally ahead, and up to two goals away. A shot to the wood by Gassam prevented the rent and relief from being greater.
Hence, they suffered until the end, forced to equalize with at least thirty seconds to go, Esther Arrojería put on a smile. But seven seconds were missing and there, the chill: a shot from a distance by Bazaliu that complicates everything in this very difficult European Championship.
