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When the guys who feel basketball as if it were pure passion, so often far from logic and corsets, are the protagonists, anything can happen on a court.

Sergio Llull is one of those, an unclassifiable player, an impossible genius.

In the anthology of his deeds, the one that never runs out despite the years, it will be necessary to write down this one from a cold January evening.

Those who endured in the WiZink without going to the soccer derby witnessed a comeback from Madrid to Barça that only someone like him could imagine.

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Until the Spaniard said 'it's all right', Jasikevicius had again made the rival tiny with his team of Spartans, capable of torpedoing any plan.

Then more than 30 minutes had elapsed and the atmosphere was run run in the Palace: Madrid was trapped in a spider web.

15 points from Llull later, Barça, however, was in an extension and did not really know how.

And in that extra time he no longer had anything to do, because Dzanan Musa, who learns character lessons by leaps and bounds -he has plenty of talent-, went with the finishing touch to WiZink's ecstasy and the many who did not go to the Bernabéu.

To explain it all, we would have to rewind.

In the umpteenth clásido of the season, the fourth in four months (it won't even be the penultimate...), it was soon found that this Real Madrid side of Chus Mateo is still looking for reaffirmation.

As if leading the ACB and the Euroleague weren't enough.

And perhaps so, because the test of cotton against the most powerful had been where the seams have been seen the most.

As in the two precedents against Barça.

That, the precedents, usually mark everything, especially if the classic is not for a title.

A third win for Barça, which was already imposed to open the year at WiZink, would create a trend.

And it would open another small gap of doubts in the solidity of Mateo.

That is why dawn was a visitor -a 6-18 start-, that is why Rudy soon looked in the stands and pride for what his team could not reach.

Madrid advanced in outbursts of self-esteem and supported by just four pillars.

Until minute 15, they had turned to score just three players, Tavares, Musa and Deck, which came out like a cyclone.

There came the triple from Rudy, who, as always, infected the rest with his defensive impetus.

Barça, who seemed to be in a labyrinth in attack, resurfaced with three-pointers and went into the break with the feeling of being the owner of the sensations.

Satoransky's might was the best of his symptoms.

Madrid was going to continue being a want and not be able to.

Every time he came close - like when Chacho tried to shake the afternoon at WiZink - Jasikevicius found the key again and stretched the advantage.

It was not only the Barca success, but also a defense that allowed him to score in transition, a mortal sin in modern basketball.

Because the Barca collective effort was brutal.

In defense, where they even managed to minimize Yabusele or stop Tavares under the basket, and in attack, where they took turns in torture.

Now Mirotic appeared, now two triples from Kalinic...

Madrid only had to appeal to what makes it (or made it) unique.

His frenetic endgames, capable of making even the ugliest blurs forget.

Of that epic that there was no trace a few weeks ago on this same stage.

From that heart that nobody has bigger than Sergio Llull.

The miracle worker, the most unpredictable guy to ever wear that shirt, was going to blow it all up.

His first basket was a triple without coming much to mind, from almost nine meters, unbalanced, medium in transition.

Seeing him throw, any coach would have grimaced.

But those flashes from Llull are like a fuse.

Deck, who was already being the best in Madrid, joined the mission and between the two they achieved what until recently seemed impossible: unbalancing Barça.

An explosive pimpampum, 15 points from Llull that put Madrid ahead and only Higgins -Mirotic's mistakes in that section were unusual- was able to counteract.

Llull himself had the ball for the win, although this time he did not escape being overmarked and everything went into extra time.

And there, Muse.

And the end of a Barça that will have a hard time understanding how a game they dominated escaped.

But it is that Llull is that, inexplicable.

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