Tavares culminates the League of the reconquest of Real Madrid

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against the passage of time, against misfortunes, even against the emergence of the supposed new time of the eternal rival.

This will be remembered as the league of reconquest, number 36 in the history of Real Madrid.

It will be the league of the absent leader, beaten in the heart

days before raising a title again, on the 22nd of his era.

The whites, who just a couple of months ago seemed like a ship adrift, managed to redirect their destiny and end up signing a season in which only a couple of details separated it from a historic treble.

[81-74: Narration and statistics]

The immensity of

crowned the League of contrasts, that of an irredeemable Madrid and that of a soulless Barça.

If when he lifted the Cup in February he seemed thrown into everything,

's group has ended up in tatters, as if any trace of competitive spirit had been left in Belgrade.

Without a leader on the track, ruined by a rival who did nothing morally fried him, but against whom he has ended up kneeling without even much combat.

Because the fourth match of the final, the final match at the WiZink, was an extension of everything else.

He did not let Real Madrid escape from his prey, he tortured him again based on energy, desire, character.

He crushed every attempt of a Barça given to Exum's too late appearance and with the infinite support of Tavares, who signed an afternoon to remember (25 points, 13 rebounds) he took that title he longed for so much, which compensates for all past misfortunes .

The offensive rebound

Because the one who owns the sensations does not change, insists on his road map, in that unthinkable quintet from which Real Madrid has built its resurrection.

Jasikevicius, however, looks for the magic formula, tries

, plays with the appearance of Exum... But it doesn't take long for the sins that condemn him to emerge, the offensive rebound like a Malayan drop, with an absolutely dominating Tavares, as if will play with children.

And Barça wakes up with two points in seven minutes, although

, who is pure rock and roll, managed to prevent the damage in the first act -everyone in the final fell on the same side- from being as forceful as it seemed in the clue.

But there were so many mistakes, the fights of a deranged Saras, that it was a matter of time before Madrid failed to give him the first shake in the afternoon.

And he was going to achieve it with those strokes of genius from

, kind of impossible.

He missed his first five pitches, perhaps hasty, but hit a triple at the buzzer and a two plus one that only fits in his imagination.

Another three-pointer from

put an already worrying maximum (24-10, min. 13).

The script was repeated.

He fought to get Barça back into the game, who discovered a guy who perhaps could have said a lot more things in this final.

, a non-community player who was ruled out the first two nights, gave his team the energy that is sorely lacking and five three-pointers arrived for a 10-23 run that, once again, made it to half-time minimizing losses.

He made up for the rebound (none offensive in the second quarter) and came up.

In a less fluid Madrid than usual, Tavares was the support of everything else.

Everything, as almost always, had had a lot to do with success.

The third quarter was pure electricity.

Tavares, despite the efforts of

, continued to abuse him, but the triples sustained Barça's life.

But the African was too much.

The plug that he placed on a penetration by

will remain as the image of the final.

But Barça made the rubber movingly, clinging to a final in which it has always been in tow.

With great success from the perimeter, Exum on the court and Tavares resting, he rejoined again, because Madrid did not hit anything.

And not only that, he got ahead for the first time with a

But the man was Edy, on display in his every gesture.

Beyond points and rebounds.

They are his punctuated shots, the ability so that when he is paired with a little one there is no greater damage, to create basketball from the high post and all the security that he gives to his teammates.

Barça's success disappeared and the giant was joined by

(his only seven points from him, in the last act) and a

who was the last straw.

The triple that closed everything had the signature of his renewal printed on it.

Pure ecstasy at the WiZink and Pablo Laso, back, at the foot of the track to claim the validity of a historic project.

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