The resurrection of Real Madrid dies on the shore: Efes prevents the feat of the Eleventh

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• Semifinals Real Madrid consummates its revenge against Barça in an agonizing classic and will fight for its eleventh European Cup

The unusual and abracadabrous resurrection of Real Madrid died on the shore of glory, because he stumbled on the last step towards the eleventh, where Anadolu Efes suddenly woke him up, that wild group that dances to the tune of two unique types (57- 58).

It was not the most beautiful work of

and

but they lifted the EuroLeague title for the second year in a row, something that only Maccabi and Olympiacos had achieved this century.

The outcome was not up to the feat, as there were no heroes or talent in Belgrade.

It was in the mud where an agonizing final was resolved that could fall to either side.

The error was the protagonist, a final below 60 points as before.

In that finish line full of obstacles and slips in which

, an unexpected element, had unbalanced the plans, Madrid found no loophole or lucidity to resolve.

The rage, to which captain

gave voice after the final honk, of those seconds that passed without the possibility of a reply when Larkin missed from the corner, rose exponentially in

's group .

It hurts more too, because that path that the coach from Vitoria has claimed so many times, exciting this time until the Stark Arena, will be clouded by defeat, by the frustrated desire of those who were one step away from starring in one of the most amazing stories that remembers the mainland basketball.

To be reborn from the abyss towards a crown that just over a month ago he could not even imagine.

He negotiated crises, schisms and even frustration against Barça, but ended up giving up just for a crack.

Taylor and Poirier, after the end.SERGIO PEREZEFE

Madrid missed 27 triples and let the rebound battle win.

There the cold keys, a delicacy for the mastery of the MVP Micic, who handles the endings like a surgeon.

Because before, the whites really had him on track, after a prodigious song of effort and concentration.

Advanced the third act they did not let Efes breathe, which collided again and again against a wall.

There, nine up, two triples by

wanted to play with destiny.

As had happened to Madrid itself in the semifinal against Barça, Efes took advantage of that life, mentally fresher in the moments that remain for the memory.

The start of Tavares

From dawn the mute was sensed, both showing the respect of those who do not have everything with themselves, with Abalde himself acting as a point guard in the face of

's injury and the 'punishment' of a

, which, as expected, did not was called urgently.

In the middle of the tacticism, of the previous adjustments that only shatter with the passing of the minutes, the giant figure of

emerged, dominating the paintings as if he were playing with children.

Madrid failed and failed, the triple a prescient condemnation, and the African fixed it, selfless in the offensive rebound.

He put on his boots (12 points, seven rebounds) until Larkin drew the second foul.

Because the first half was going to trace the script in its two acts.

He dominated Madrid, being a pillar of the defense, and revived Efes in the only way possible, with the pranks of Larkin and Micic, who took turns whipping.

The unexpected guest of the final appeared early: Anthony Randolph, whose role has been diminishing to give

a break (just one point then), hit two three-pointers that led his team into the break.

Tavares, in defense.SERGIO PEREZEFE

Laso's first mission was accomplished.

's offensive torrent

had fallen short by 29 points, 23 of them from the couple.

Six minutes later he was still at 31, because going through the locker room reaffirmed White's defensive convictions, not a trace, the art of solidarity, of continuous help.

A triple by

, one of the captains of that textbook rear, stretched a rope (40-31) with few strands left.

But Efes, who was going to revive again towards glory, clung to them, also because of those things of fortune.

Two triples by Abalde played around the rival rim, spat out with an ouch!, and in response Pleiss nailed it.

And everything tightened again, the tension so high that Anderson and Poirier were at each other's throats.

If Larkin had not missed the last two free throws, he would have entered the moment of truth with equality.

But Efes sensed, now, weakness when his rival failed and missed triples with increasing desperation.

Micic and Pleiss were entrusted, and after a 2-14 run, they managed to command (44-47).

The German took a fireworks stopper from Poirier, but it was going to be the turning point with his open shots and continuations to the rim.

Two more of his baskets definitively turned on the white alarm with just over three minutes to go.

There, the drama.

And those unexpected elements that sometimes decide empires.

Micic responded to

's triple ,

and Tavares each missed a free throw,

grabbed a powerful offensive rebound and Pleiss and Llull scored what would be the last baskets of the night.

With 44 seconds to play, Madrid were missing two fouls to enter the bonus.

When they ran out, Efes had 17.2 seconds and 14 possession remaining.

He did not choose to take Micic to the free throw, who exhausted the possession, he gave it to Larkin.

The error did not matter, because there was no time for more, only for the despair of some and the joy of others.

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