Girona is still waiting for the decisive edge from Ukrainian forward Vladyslav Vanat at Montilivi. Physical setbacks and summer transfer speculation have slowed his impact in Spain’s Segunda División. After missing the opening two fixtures of the campaign, Vanat has recorded three consecutive starts, three substitutions, and three matches without a goal, registering just four shots on target across 185 total minutes of play.
Montilivi Waits for Vanat’s Decisive Edge
The Castellón Turning Point
The turning point for Vanat’s early-season struggles may have crystallized on Saturday during Girona’s fixture against Castellón. Just before halftime, with Girona holding a narrow advantage, Vanat found himself through on goal in a one-on-one situation against goalkeeper Matthys. A conversion would have doubled the lead to 2-0 and stabilized a match that was beginning to complicate. Instead, Matthys denied the forward. After the break, a red card shown to teammate Abel Ruiz tilted the momentum, allowing Castellón to rally and secure a victory at Montilivi.

Summer Distractions and Physical Toll
Vanat’s current output falls well short of the immediate impression he made upon arriving in Spanish football. Last season, the forward marked his debut with a goal away at Balaídos. This term, however, a combination of physical discomfort and persistent rumors regarding his long-term continuity at Girona throughout the summer transfer window disrupted his integration. While the club retained the player, the mental and physical toll has delayed the emergence of his peak form.
A Stark Statistical Drop-Off
Statistically, the drop-off is stark. Across his three appearances and subsequent starts, Vanat has been withdrawn by the bench in every outing. More concerning is his low volume in the final third. In 185 minutes on the pitch, he has managed only four attempts on target, highlighting a disconnect in service and sharpness that Girona must resolve if they intend to mount a serious promotion challenge in the Segunda División.
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