PSG puts inter on the ground and flies towards its star – Liberation

Among the most absurd maxims that swarm in football (« Return from the locker room with better intentions« , »Take the games one after the other»…), We have always had a weakness for that:«A final is not played, it wins.To win it, you must first play it. And if the Parisians played The one who opposed them to Inter Milan, This Saturday, May 31 in Munich, their opponents passed without transition from the ritual observation period to depression, unrolling the red carpet to a club which will go to seek without a blow (5-0) its first European consecration at the end of the most unbalanced final, the clearest of these last fifteen years.

The Parisian team took place a wonderful match, even more sweet and brilliant than everything that had preceded on the European Front so far. She put elegance, brilliance, an incomparable speed and a certain relentlessness too, saying the pleasure that these have to play football and exchange the ball.

João Neves and others were confronted for the first time with a funny equation, unprecedented this season from their point of view: an opposing central defense with three elements (instead of two), and a way of breathing the Italian match, that is to say very different from the Rudeness of the four English teams crossed since January in the competition. The champions of France thus attacked the piano part. When a monumental error by the Italian defender Federico Dimarco bent the match to the Paris camp: the internistist dragged behind his teammates to put three opponents in play alone against the goal defended by Yann Sommer, Désiré Doué (19 years old) benefiting from infinite weather before letting go of the ball for Achraf Hakimi. It is up to the Moroccan to push the ball in the empty goal (1-0, 12th), containing his joy in memory of his passage in the Lombard club.

Inter was then slightly discovered. Some crumbs, not much more. Of which the Parisians, while speed and technical precision, made a feast, piercing the opposing defense on a counter implicating the three Parisian attackers: Khvicha Kvaratskhelia for Ousmane Dembélé in the depth, he overthrows the game on the right side for Doué who sees Dimarco, again, divest his strike while he was shamefully turned instead of going to his opponent: 2-0 20th minute, an advantage that we already know definitive. Indeed, not a team has not imposed itself on the Champions League final for ten years when it had a goal of delay. So two … and Parisian superiority then exceeds the narrow limits of the painting and mathematics. Because Milanese are devoured everywhere.

And avoid looking towards their sidelines where their coach, Simone Inzaghi, urges them to enter a fight that no one feels to fight. The end of the first period was likely to give regrets to the Parisians. Repeatedly forgotten (43rd, 46th + 1) by the opposing defenders, Kvaratskhelia could have given the scoring wider proportions but here, 2-0 to lemons with a gleaming Parisian team on each recovery ball, it is the little Jesus in velvet panties. Upon returning from the locker room, the Italians will finally lower their heads.

With the qualities and defects of a team that puts the front in the handlebars: a slightly superior ardor in the contacts, but an uncertain lucidity, the Parisian attackers opening the path of the opposing surface with increased ease. The great parade was triggered in the 63rd minute, a dream of counterattack and insolence: a pass of the sole in his back of Dembélé for Vitinha, the Portuguese who wonderfully fixes the last defender to send gifted on orbit and the young (19 years old) attacking who beats sommer on the closed side (3-0), leaving an unreal impression, between fairy tale and the abstract. Kvaratskhelia thus put the fourth (4-0, 73rd) in an atmosphere of carnival, that is to say of joy and Concorde, and we even started to consider a jump from the unknown: a final of the Champions League with seven or eight goals, an ocean which opens under the feet of the men of Luis Enrique.

Basically, that does not change anything: we do not remember an opponent at this point accessorized, the goal of a Senny Mayulu (19) all jute out of the club’s training center (5-0, 86th) giving a « local » patina still enriching, if necessary, the story of the Parisian season. The Milanese ended up ridiculed, in tears. Paris-SG has suffered a lot in the Champions League for ten years, wiping cruel setbacks, sometimes built on arbitration approximations. This Saturday, they left it all behind them. Once and for all.