And more than the second goal, which in the end only served to permanently cut the legs of the Rouches, a scene, a priori harmless at the end of the match, illustrated all the impotence of Liège on Friday evening. Leaving with great strides on the counter-attack, Marius, the Seresian striker found himself alone, isolated once morest a tide of red jerseys in the center of the field.
But even fresher, perhaps mentally boosted by the score, the Seresian striker (almost too easily) mystified the four (!) Liège defenders to slip away with the ball. An action, as there are so many in a match, but which ultimately perfectly symbolizes this non-match of Standard.
In the end, following the final whistle, the euphoria perceived a few hours earlier had given way to a few whistles, first scattered then more and more present in the spans of Liège.
Dedramatizing, Raskin evoked a simple “mishap.” Arnaud Bodarthe was talking regarding a “big day without“at the microphone ofEby Brouzakis. A big day without that we will have to forget as soon as possible. Because next weekend, Charleroi is already looming. And in case of defeat, the demons that slumbered might suddenly reappear. Illustration of life at 1000 an hour on the banks of the Meuse.
