The World Cup of comings and goings of briefcases that will have helped someone to acquire their second, third, or fourth home… or to turn the “I’m with Toi” pool into a heated pool of Olympic dimensions has returned, once again, to the hard reality to the “Espaaaañññaaa” soccer. A lot of possession, millions of innocuous passes and zero hits against a Moroccan team that came out to hang on the crossbar and wait for their chance, whether it was countering in the last charge of the Light Brigade or waiting for some blunder with the feet of our last man But, above all, the goal was to reach penalties once it was demonstrated that Spain left all its offensive torrent against Costa Rica making good the classic “eves of much, days of nothing.” Repeating what happened a day before with the Japanese against Croatia, Luis Enrique’s men did not give one from eleven meters. Moroccan party, funeral and tears in Spain in what is supposed to be the end of Lucho’s cycle at the head of La Roja.
