Real Madrid does not understand romanticisms and ended the dream of Valencia Basket to win the league in the farewell of his house. Chus Matthew team knocked them out Taronja to the first (3-0) with an impeccable match that allowed him to take the ACB league and turn off.
Valencia Basket gave the sensation during the start of the third assault that was more aware of the referees than of their game. Pedro Martínez had closed the second game with a protest for alleged errors and La Fonteta, with 8,000 fans orange dresses, was pure gasoline about to burn as soon as the whistle sounded.
Pedro Martínez does not play with marked letters. The entire league knows its tricks and already depends on the talent or effort of the opponent to counteract them. Real Madrid, more versatile, enjoyed his best minutes as soon as Chus Mateo placed Mario Hezonja (eight rebounds in the first half) of four. Valencia did not dare inside, the kingdom of Tavares, and on the outside he could not refine the instrument (2 of 13 in triples in the first quarter).
that custom after a shorter EuroLiga and that has been noticed. After a season on forced diet, I needed this title and barely hesitated in the three games. Very solid, very firm, very convinced during all the minutes of the ACB final. Valencia had more moments of doubt. The dependence of his gusts in the outer shot makes him a more vulnerable, less flexible team. He only knows a path, very good path, to get to the victories.
Matthew didn’t even have to abuse Tavares. Bruno Fernando has become a deck in this final. Very blunt. The Valencia of the Triple Records (more than 500 for the first time for an ACB team) and of the score, curiously, staggered for its drought in the shot.
But this is the team Taronja And so he was willing to die, faithful to his style. A blind faith for its offensive commitment that as soon as it lasts (19-29) as it propels you until you look into the eyes to the whites (34-36), too comfortable during the first two rooms because they dominated the one against one and Valencia did not put them in real trouble. But Valencia’s gusts are tremendous and, as in a moral, a triple of Xavi López-Arostegui, as if not, left Valencia ahead (40-39).
Tavares, large as a wave of Nazaré, reduces the attacks of its rivals to a few square meters. The pivot of Cabo Verde, such as Cesária Évora, the Queen of the Main, that of the barefoot feet, led the white defense and, Argentine tango, made his team dance as he wanted. The attack was yours. Together they launched Madrid with a partial demolition of 0-15 at the exit of the break that left Valencia without speech (40-54).
Real Madrid closed the locks. Another night with an impermeable defense for your rival. The white team left Valencia in nine points in the third quarter and for Valencia it was as if they took the oxygen. Suddenly, he made night, the league had escaped, Madrid hunted his first title of the season and La Fonteta, such as Cinderella’s float, had become pumpkin.
