Those who know that the train of the Sporting Gijon somewhere other than this monothematic Second goes through what happens in the next two games, which if memory serves are against Valladolid and Eibar. The clash in Pucela leaves yet another proof that the rojiblanca fans are incapable of discouragement: Friday’s game, at nine o’clock at night and in the middle of winter in a city where they could shoot the dangerous scenes of the siege of Stalingrad.
The feeling today is that Sporting’s season, the part in which they can aspire to something more than guarantee another year in Tebas football – the boss has already warned that it will be necessary to reload against the excesses of the ultras – is very close to being over. With what is being seen, it seems complicated that Gallego’s men are going to recover the pace. But if history, virtuous blood and such and such are still worth something, Sporting cannot give up.
Then there is that feeling (today’s football is all about feelings, good vibes and bad vibes, you know) that Sporting has returned to the plan of the night of the times of the Galician era: maturing the game based on play horizontal
Then there is that feeling (today’s football is all about feelings, good vibes and bad vibes, you know) that Sporting has returned to the plan of the night of the times of the Galician era: maturing the game based on play horizontal. But then El Molinón appears, where the most unruly people are those who don’t even step back, and whistle and get pissed off.
Meanwhile, 28 kilometers away, in the blue house, the analyzes of how the reliability of the Cuco’s fell sharply down in Tenerife continue. The summary is that even the best have a bad day at the office. But it escapes few people that every time the Blues choose to stand in front of the play-off door, something happens. Oviedo, like Sporting, is still looking for its destiny. The problem is that February is already there.
