Even with patches, America almost dressed up

LOS ANGELES – It's not a classic, but classically it doesn't disappoint. And that America with patches, almost dressed up. 1-1 with Pumas.

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It is not a classic, but it has the classic condiments of one. From the expulsion of Sebastián Córdova, to the pusillanimity of Míchel, the explosive debut of Federico Viñas, and a mistake by Memo Ochoa for the tie.

In 1-1 there is no winner, but Pumas must have felt defeated. From minute 17, he played against ten, and remained in that confusing area between respect and fear of the Eagles.

It was evident that among the shivers of the coach of Pumas, his players did understand the charm of giving a soup to the bluffing and provocative religion of # ÓdiameMás. But, the anginas, Hugo Sanchez would say, were Spanish-like.

America could leave with a smile, but at UNAM if something is not allowed is to fear America. And Míchel became numb, numb, paralyzed. The goal of the tie is a shoe that attacks Ochoa badly and swallows it, perhaps because in the Mentioned #Brunch New Yorker was hungry.

Miguel Herrera, again, saw the good and the bad. El Piojo is able to dress up his team with scraps. But he also teaches copper.

The louse knows how to shake its players. The accidental and rugged expulsion of Córdova left the team exposed, but resisted the offensive breezes of the Pumas in the first half.

Here appear the lousy excesses of the Louse. He got into dressing rooms at halftime despite being suspended and will surely carry the penalty.

But, obviously, making mistakes, he was right. Herrera's motivational rhetoric, with mother-to-heart ments included, is often powerful, especially in trances such as these intense, old, recalcitrant rivalries.

And while Míchel showed that he still does not know where he is standing, the adjustments towards the second half and the second half made it clear that the puppeteer Herrera has absolute control of his Guiñol theater.

America, with ten, began to play better, to put on that major gesture of rebellion, which invokes general contempt because it has to defend it.

Puzzled, the Pumas counted: 11 of them were less than the 10 in America. And they resented it even more when at ’78 the goal of Viñas arrives in a frank shot in the area, among the puzzling visitor.

The goal blessed the game and the Pumas. In the unequal fight, numerically, Pumas straightened up behind the varapalo and perhaps more as a fearful rattle of the tragedy.

Mendoza catches a ball out of the area, with more anger and despair, with the faith of the one who knows that in this rivalry, heroism is the prize of the daring.

The zapatazo arrives frankly to the launch of Ochoa, who is betrayed by the canister of the ball, and fails to react to that type of shooting that before, once, was embuchacaba without disheveled the cairles.

In the emotionality of the outcome, when Pumas forgets the tactical Nembutal of his coach, and when America knows he wants to because he can still, there are high passages of football and gallantry.

But, 1-1 prevails. Míchel's luck, who never understood that 11 can, should, be more than 10.

And although America reaches four games in a row without winning, the truth is that although dressed in patches with so many injuries and sales, America still dresses up sometimes.