The Barcelona loses the sense

There is no peace for Barcelona.

Not even in that league championship that he believed was on track, and that he despised with a dismal match against an Almería team that only aspires to survive in the First Division.

The day they could have left Real Madrid to ten points after the whites' draw against Atlético, the Barça team starred in a hair-raising afternoon that cost them their second defeat of the season, more than four months after their fall at the Bernabéu.

The Barça match was a nonsense.

A hymn to despair.

Although at Old Trafford there were those who found some reason to raise their chins tangled in the banner of tolerance and complacency - "we have competed", was the motto -, in Almería vulgarity took everything.

Barca footballers mixed discouragement with indifference.

They could rant, but their legs ran much less than those of their rivals;

the imperfections in the treatment of the ball warned little attention;

and positional chaos reached all corners.

Xavi Hernández

was desperate in the technical area.

Even before Almería took the lead with

's goal before reaching half an hour of play, the Barcelona coach begged his players to put an end to that cheesy rhythm with which they thought they would come out unscathed.

But it wasn't all a matter of attitude.

The changes introduced by Xavi in ​​the starting eleven did not work.

The defensive line was especially vulnerable, from where Barcelona had managed to shape this project.

Araujo injured at Old Trafford and with

and

resting on the bench, the Barca coach reformulated the rear guard with the incorporation of

on the right side ,

's companion

, and

in the left lane, more as an extreme than as a side.

And that was a disaster.

The one who paid the most for the absence of his usual teammates was Christensen, who exhibited his most human side before the power of El Bilal.

The striker first won the duel against the Dane, and then left him behind with extreme comfort in the race before executing

with a hammer .

And Barcelona, ​​who was unable to shoot on goal throughout the first half, could only recreate

's lack of creativity , the lack of precision shown this time by

or

, or how

and

, when they were about to be left alone in front of the rival goalkeeper, they made their controls an ode to esotericism.

Although a midfield with four troops is heavenly music with someone like

as conductor, the canary absent due to injury, only noise prevails.

Dada industrial music with the trunk of the car open.

Even

couldn't keep up.

So Xavi undid the plan at halftime.

He left Kessié in the shower, gutted the organization of four in the wide zone, and sent the indecipherable

to run down the right wing, thus displacing Ferran to the left.

Few things improved.

With

ordering the Almería players to defend in the last 30 metres, Barcelona found no other way to advance than Ferran Torres' crosses, none of which were taken advantage of by his teammates.

Xavi changed the drawing again, this time to 3-4-3, with the arrival of Araujo, who began to act as a striker.

He even looked for unheard-of revulsives, such as

, invisible throughout the course, or

, who at 18 left Almería with the strange satisfaction of having been the only footballer on his team to shoot on goal in Almería.

At 81 minutes.

Barcelona believed that they could at least start the tie by hitting the ball to the bulge in search of Araujo's head, Lewandowski engulfed in the mist.

A bad sign for a denatured team without its ideal team, frustrated by the lack of rhythm and ingenuity, and depressing at a time when relief is a utopia.

Barça has lost sense.

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