Turns 37, but like it's 23. Chacho's second youth is celebrated by Real Madrid, already in the Endesa League final after finally finishing with the tough and dignified Joventut. The white physique (imposing Tavares), the talent of Musa and Hezonja and, above all, the mastery of Sergio Rodríguez (15 points, seven assists) were too much for a Penya who could not maintain his bid with the European champion. [73-94: Narration and Statistics]
Llull's triple in Kaunas will be remembered, of course. But what to say about Sergio Rodríguez's previous one in that historic final against Olympiacos. And of his decisive role against Partizan and not only on the pitch. Released, smiling, happy, another fulfillment for an eternal base, as far as he wants. Madrid dances to the sound of Chacho and already awaits a rival in the final, the eleventh in 12 years (it was only missing in the Fonteta bubble, three years ago).
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It has not been a far from pleasant series for Chus Mateo's men, honors to La Penya who, since the surprise in the first match at WiZink, has not given up and has forced Madrid to go one step further. Madrid raised the defensive bar and conquered Badalona in that series of 12 games they have won away from home.
Against the ropes, Carles Durán's adjustments had to do with the physical, the scale that measures everything in modern basketball. At the beginning, its two giants on the track. With Tomic and Birgander, Tavares' dominance is diminished and the poor percentages with which Madrid manages in this semifinal from the perimeter favors playing without a pure four to Penya. And it worked for the local team that, for the first time in four games, did not wake up with a ballast on the scoreboard. In fact, equality was going to be the keynote of the entire first half.
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Dynamism, aggressiveness, but also many mistakes. Tomic and Joel Parra (10 points in the first half for the youth squad), who disappeared on Saturday, were the ones who hurt Madrid. That he suffered from his constant failures from the triple, some resounding: Hezonja missed the six he tried. And that he lived, basically, for that heavenly state in which Sergio Rodríguez lives, happy birthday -37 although it may not seem like it.
On the way back they both continued like two exhausted fighters, low guards, forgetfulness and the success of the brave. Andrés Feliz gobbled up Williams-Goss and Musa began his recital of technical resources. But equality and tension remained at the Olímpic: two baskets in a row by Yabusele and another two by Goss, pure vindication after a couple of dubious fouls on Feliz, then put the Whites' maximum (41-50, min. 26).
And things were not going to improve for a Penya with clear symptoms of exhaustion, of despair. His courage made him keep fighting, keep going with his heart in his mouth to every offensive rebound, but the disappearance of Kyle Guy, his offensive beacon, was too much ballast. The return of the inspired Chacho to the track did not help either. The third quarter, in which he fell by 15, was going to be his sentence.
Not even a controversial unsportsmanlike double against Madrid was the loophole to get closer. Hezonja also appeared and Madrid skyrocketed. “It hasn't been easy at all, Joventut plays very well,” confessed Mateo, in search of a historic double in his first season on the white bench. With Chacho's magic, everything is better.