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In a match that did not come to an end because it was suspended due to lack of security due to the misconduct of some Peñarol fans, Boston River was beating the charcoal burner 2-1, but when 87 minutes went by –although due to time to recover they would be between ten and 15 more of the game – Leodán González suspended the match, and it is within the possibilities that it be terminated.
If the three points are resolved for Boston River, just as they were winning on the field, Ignacio Ithurralde’s men would reach 58 points in the Annual, scratching positions from Libertadores, and would take three points ahead of Peñarol.
It was, like the whole season, a neat and effective presentation by Boston River, while for Peñarol it was to extend that long bad moment on the field of play.
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While the woman looked nervously at her left wrist to see how long she was going, while she realized that as they are, they must go 33 minutes into a game in which they mightn’t find her way back, she crossed the area from side to side. With an intervention in the middle, she reached the position of Cristian Olivera. bounce he has learned over the years that he must tilt his body up and down, slightly but continuously, to hit the ball with his right leg hard and fast. It was manual: an impressive shot that burst Peñarol’s nets. 1-0, a difference that fell like a lead for the charcoal burners.
Everything had been even and flat, in the understanding of few scoring situations. Flat from the historical vision of Peñarol, who carries every day with the “today we have to win”, but perhaps not from the perception of Boston River, who proposed a sensible game.
give me a minute
They were 30 seconds into the delayed start of the second half. The woman looked at her watch to start counting 45. The ball crossed the same meters in the same place, but since they had changed courts, that first attack of the complement was from Peñarol. The ball was strong from right to left, the goalkeeper Santiago Silva did not come out and Nicolás Rossi, centimeters from the line, sank it into the Boston River goal and crossed out the cancellation and the insults to his teammates making it 1-1.
With that very early tie, Peñarol readjusted his emotional-sports condition and began, through repetition rather than good play, to take over the game with a fairly continuous presence in the opposing area, mainly through the aerial ball.
This lasted 20 or 25 minutes, because then Boston River began to free itself playing and attacking deep down the right, betting on the speed of bounce Olivera and José Alberti’s punch.
A long ball back that seemed dominated was the one that made the man ask the woman: “How far?” When they raised their eyes once more they found something unexpected: Maximiliano Villa was lying on the floor, Juan Manuel Ramos was looking at him, Leodán González was running with his index finger marking the penalty spot.
Agustín Rodríguez kicked it well and made it 2-1 for the tailor. Just a couple of minutes later, no one looked at the clock anymore. From the Jorge Walter Barrios grandstand, where a good part of Peñarol’s supporters gathered, things began to fall. The referee had previously warned the security that, if they did not ensure normal game conditions, he would stop the match. In the end, that’s what he did: suspend the game when they would be missing, additional through, more than ten minutes of play.
The departure of the charcoal burners amidst insults and claims was unpleasant. This is football, people, and the protagonists want to do their best. If it doesn’t come out, it doesn’t come out.