Paris Saint-Germain lifted their second consecutive Champions League in a final that will make their legend even greater. Greatness rewarded Luis Enrique’s team against Mikel Arteta’s Arsenal, who speculated until the last drop of their being in a battle they started winning and ended up stretching unnecessarily in a campaign of attrition. Because Arsenal had an inexhaustible bench to try to tackle an opponent who lost irreplaceable figures but did not give in. PSG attacked until the last man, attacked even with Barcola and Zaïre-Emery in an unrecognizable midfield, attacked cramped and deformed until the penalties forced the coin to fly. It fell on the side of the brave.
Arsenal fans popularized a song with the rhythmic base of Go West by the Village People and a hypnotic lyric that repeats One-Nil to the Arsenal. 1-0 to Arsenal. The motto of a team that advanced towards winning the Premier League and the Champions League final by narrowly defeating West Ham, Burnley, Sporting, and Atlético. A streak of luck, defensiveness, and deep pragmatism that consecrated the spirit of a team built to elevate restriction to the level of art. Arsenal has minimized its creative possibilities to dedicate all its assets to preventing opponents from developing their own. With that banner, they took the field in Budapest. Led by Odegaard as the leader of the harassment of Vitinha, the battalion witnessed the sacrifice of their most imaginative man in hard work. From the first moment, it was evident that those eleven men in red stationed in their field behaved like crude oil molecules. Sticky, clingy, always together, they did not leave a square meter to chance. The passes from Vitinha, Neves, and Kvaratskhelia bounced off the tar.
The drama unfolded, as often happens in these cases, by rebound. Marquinhos tried to change direction and the ball hit Trossard’s chest before falling loose at Havertz’s feet, alone with Pacho, one-on-one 30 meters from the goal. Lottery jackpot. Pacho followed the German, closing all paths except an impossible angle shot to the near post, which goalkeeper Safonov was supposed to close. Havertz shot there. To Safonov’s face, who turned away scared and let the missile pass. Five minutes of action had passed. Arsenal’s bench celebrated en masse, sweaty, almost tearful, as if they were already lifting the cup. Such is the psychological power of the magical conspiracy of One-Nil to the Arsenal.
⚽ 𝗙𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 than anyone.
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Arteta gestured as if conducting a symphony orchestra placing his players at the right distance. Luis Enrique watched the battle with arms crossed. They are two ways of seeing the world. One only feels fulfilled if they experience a sense of total control. The other prefers to delegate some responsibility. Arsenal’s coach dedicates every gram of his energy to preventing accidents. His counterpart believes that zero risk is an illusion whose pursuit reduces effectiveness rates. The first half ended with an unsuccessful siege by the champion on the challenger’s area. PSG’s 75% possession produced two shots from outside the area by Dembélé and Doué and a high header from Fabián. Behind the battleship, Raya experienced no scares.
The start of the second half followed the pattern of the first. Every minute spent pounding against the shell added a ton of load on Vitinha and his teammates’ shoulders. Arsenal demanded terrifying perfection from them. Any defective control, no matter how small the inaccuracy, frustrated attacks and threatened another counterattack. Interruptions, hydration breaks, delays, were reflected in the worried faces of PSG players. From the sideline, Luis Enrique remained unmoved. The instruction was clear. They had to insist. More and more passes, faster, more difficult.
Persistence rewarded PSG in the sweaty figure of Kvaratskhelia. The Georgian, whose right leg was soaked in blood, dribbled past Mosquera before falling down in the area. An hour of the match had passed when Dembélé scored the penalty and all the emotional and tactical advantage Arsenal had gained with Havertz’s goal turned against them. Especially because Arteta’s response to the blow was to take off his commander, Odegaard, to bring in Gyokeres. Everyone to the trenches.
With Vitinha, Kvaratskhelia, and Dembélé substituted due to cramps, Luis Enrique had no choice but to line up three center-backs and put Barcola, Beraldo, and Zaïre Emery in midfield. He continued attacking with them against a withdrawn Arsenal with Zubimendi, Martinelli, Eze, and Rice. Hunting for a foul. For a corner. For a penalty shootout that took its toll for the glory of a PSG that never gave up the fight.
