The punch that did not have the charrúa was brought out by those of Gasperini. Perhaps the Italians are not Brazil of the 70s but in the catenaccio classes they made pellas. They came to the tie with the poster of the third most scoring team in Europe and made honor and glory of it. The Atalanta has a defined style and with it he managed his corrective to Valencia. In the end there were four goals that Jaume conceded, as could have been some more. The passivity of the black and white defense of all, not only of Mangala and Diakhaby, that the sticks have to be distributed among ten, contributed to the win. Because Ilicic and Freuler hit him from the front with as much soul as little opposition, while Hateboer made the fourth which rag rabbit in greyhound race.Valencia, everything is said, perhaps deserved to leave San Siro with a goal more than Cheryshev’s, which was going out through Guedes and kissing the saint. But the final siege attempt only served to highlight the offensive impotence that the black and white had last night and to verify that the fort of Atalanta is not precisely their defensive defense. It’s the only thing to hold on to facing the turn. That and what is played in Mestalla. And Celades to take candles to where he believes so that Rodrigo and Coquelin will recover. Valencia lived exclusively from the inspiration of Ferran Torres. Guedes playing Rodrigo is neither Rodrigo nor Guedes. While Maxi Gomez let’s say that, being benevolent, he has had better days than he had in San Siro. So any attack from Valencia either went through Ferran or stayed at nothing, which were the most. The Foios, who still does not renew, also write it down in the planning duty, sent a ball to the post and put three centers that any striker in the world would like for himself. But what was said, Maxi Gomez had the aim at least in Bergamo and the game was played in Milan. Valencia took a corrective of those who leave their mark on San Siro. There are matches that mark the end of a cycle and against Atalanta it gave the feeling that Valencia that was champion in May has passed to a better life. Maybe he already did it in the Super Cup in Arabia, as seen in Mallorca or in Getafe. But it is the Champions League that puts everyone in their place and Atalanta set foot and a half in the quarterfinals. Only the goal of Cheryshev gives rise to hope, that which is under minimums just turned off the TV after watching the game and that however will go to more as Mestalla’s game approaches. But of course if Valencia plays as it did in Milan, not even the old Mestalla lifts the tie.The Atalanta arrivals were clean, in zafarrancho mode, with at least three players stepping on the Jaume area every time they approached her. The attacks also had an artistic touch when the ball was driven by Papu Gómez. The Argentine has the face of a mischievous old man, speed as a teenager and his thing is pure art making shrimp. Papu Gómez took as stubble by ditch how many black and white crossed him in the race. To Wass, Soler, Ferran, Mangala, Kondogbia. To all. The ball that sent to the bottom of the Hateboer network, a side that did not reach Valencia in August for Thierry Correia to do so, slipped from the little foot of the Bergamo captain. Poetic justice to the planning of Lim. That goal reflected what the game was being. Valencia left San Siro complexed, diminished by the casualties, but also without the personality demanded by the Champions League. The Celades did not know if they were coming or going. Because if they pressed up, the Atalanta mounted a ballroom kickback. In fact before Hateboer had it Palisic. But if they chose to try to get strong from the back to the front, the funk was still older. Each ball that passed through Mangala and Diakhaby was a melon to open. Valencia knew from December that Gabriel Paulista would not play this tie by penalty and the subsequent injury of Ezequiel Garay came to confirm that in January, and not now in a rush to just play in the League, is when they should have signed a central. Another applause to the planning.