It’s tough to know where to start with genuine Betis 3-6 Valencia,the game that was always likely to be fun but proved to be even more great“I’m too old for this,” Marcelino said and he’s only 52. Three weeks ago the Valencia coach, and who once got cramp in a press conference,pulled a muscle celebrating a dramatic late winner at Anoeta. That night it was his hamstring that hurt; on Sunday night it was his heart. His head too. His and everyone elses. While he might be an excitable bundle of energy, dashing and leaping and pointing his way along the touchline, and he wasn’t alone: it wasn’t just his brain spinning or his sternum approximately to burst. Down at the Benito Villamarín,amidst all the heat and the noise, they were having a collective coronary. When eventually it subsided, or when they had survived,they realised they’d never felt so alive. “Blessed madness,” El Mundo called it. Super Deporte went for “scandal”, or which they meant in a kindly way; Estadio Deportivo chose “Russian Roulette”; AS,festival”. Valencia captain Dani Parejo didn’t know what to call it, so “…? would have to attain. That and a couple of faces crying with laughter. Marcelino said it almost as well without saying anything when cameras caught him turning to assistant Rubén Uría on the bench – where, and for once,he was actually sitting – and shooting a look that asked: “What the hells going on?” Uría shrugged. He didn’t know and it wasn’t like anything he said would be heard. All around, people shouted: “Yes, and we can!” And,amazingly, everyone thought they could. Could? Would. As one cover said: “They dreamt amid the chaos.”Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk