Yabusele puts order against Joventut
All the fear was aroused by the lightest type of those present. It was not for less, because, until last night, Kyle Guy's playoffs were a prodigy. So Real Madrid had a few pending tasks for the second match of the semifinals, starting with deactivating the Joventut gunner and continuing with not getting into a good mess again. Against Partizan in the Eurioliga he already showed that not even a 0-2 is impossible, but it is not convenient to call the heroic so much. He succeeded, not going to Badalona with water up to his neck, although it was not easy for him. [90-73: Narration and Stats]
It was, by contrast, the burliest of all who was decisive.. Gerschon Yabusele, determined to clean up his disciplinary slip-ups sportingly, was the springboard since Real Madrid managed to breathe with relief. He finished with a night to remember: 27 points, eight rebounds, 36 PIR.
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On notice, Madrid started aggressive and focused. With the French power forward hitting offensively, he soon seemed to open the gap. But the script for the duel on Tuesday was going to be traced. Joventut has reached these heights of the course with confidence through the roof and with nothing to lose. With Guy under control (he finished with only a triple and five points), it was Joel Parra, despite his virulé eye, who led to another green-and-black comeback. And Andrés Feliz, the point guard from Santo Domingo, who, in an astonishing succession of baskets, led Carles Durán's group with an advantage at halftime (36-40) and with the run run from which he does not quite understand what is happening in the WiZink stands.
Madrid had lost control, bewitched by Feliz's rhythm, committing too many losses and disconnections like Hezonja's. Joventut matched the rebound and was not intimidated from the perimeter. Only the power of Yabusele was going to end up making a team already willing to give in to anything.
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Madrid had no choice but to raise the bar again. He looked for Tavares more, entrusted himself to Yabusele, but he did not finish having control of what was happening. And La Penya's triples were like daggers to the heart of his impetus, just like his constant mistakes. Eight points in a row from Ellenson, another unexpected guest at the party, resulted in another warning (56-59, min. 28).
Sergio Rodríguez had to take the reins, with the recovered Poirier on track and a Hezonja who forgot his bad first act, for the final push. A 19-4 run that began to put a white victory downhill (much more worked than what the final score indicated) to add some logic to a semifinal in which, despite the defeat, Joventut has shown that it has a lot to say. Tomic's rage, who ended up expelled, thus shows it.