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Balls that had run out of play were knocked just a little farther down the line, out of the reach of AtlГ©ticoвЂ™s players. No injury was shaken off even the most minor bump and bruise warranted an extended period of treatment.

#Red orchestra game free#

Every throw-in seemed to take an age, and every free kick and every goal kick, too. Just like its host, GuardiolaвЂ™s team, for once, did not seem especially interested in playing soccer, either. It is a potent testament to SimeoneвЂ™s work, then, and to the great effectiveness of his inculcation, that his team can so easily and so frequently play the role of the Champions LeagueвЂ™s obvious villain: a side of cynics, provocateurs and cutthroats, designed and built to draw the beauty and the soul from the game, happy to subvert any norm available in pursuit of victory, and in defiance of convention, its opponents and the gameвЂ™s sense of moral rectitude.ДЄnd yet, in all the fire and fury, it was not only AtlГ©tico that realized that a place in the semifinals hung not on talent and technique but on grit and grizzle, on a willingness to do whatever it takes. It does not, after all, have the resources of its overweening neighbor, Real Madrid, let alone the state-backed clout of Manchester City or Paris St.-Germain, and yet it refuses to wilt, to succumb to financial inevitability.

Simeone has spent a decade crafting a team in his own image, one that plays, just as he did, with a вЂњknife between its teeth.вЂќДЄtlГ©tico should, by rights, be a heroic underdog among EuropeвЂ™s elite, a countercultural alternative to the hegemony of pressing and possession. That is, of course, very much part of AtlГ©tico MadridвЂ™s identity. For the most part, though, those endless last few minutes were a study in the art of not playing soccer. There were flashes, of course, AtlГ©tico Madrid charging forward, desperately hunting the goal that would break Manchester CityвЂ™s resistance and take the game into extra time, extend their stay in the Champions League for another 30 minutes or, just maybe, another few weeks. What there was not, the only thing missing, was much actual soccer. There was Diego Simeone, conducting his orchestra, urging the stadium to bay and to howl and to snarl until the last breath. There was a flurry of yellow cards, and a bright, angry red. There was a full-scale brawl, dozens and dozens of players and team staff members all streaming down to a corner of the field to make their opinions known. MADRID - Many things happened at the Wanda Metropolitano in the final 10 or 20 minutes, the ones that seemed to stretch on and on, long past the final whistle, until they almost constituted another self-contained bonus game, a separate third installment of a scheduled two-part drama.