Bad streaks do to Hernán Crespo what the wind does to Juárez. The Argentine helmsman claims to have more fangs than a tyrannosaurus and swears and perjures that he has climbed out of worse ravines since his days as a net-breaker.
For this reason, although Atlas has already had three disasters in a row and the red and black fans are already beginning to sharpen their darts, “Valdanito” maintains his composure, ties his pants and warns that the panic alarm has not yet turned on on his board.
The start with the mystical Academia del Paradero has been more of a kick than a championship, and Crespo himself admits it without mincing words. Of course, true to Pampero pride, the strategist is confident that at the end of the fair he will leave with his flags unfurled and his chest inflated, although to achieve this he will have to scratch the stones of the team and look for talent even under the pots of Colomos.
The ordeal ended in the Leagues Cup. Charlotte FC gave them a 2-0 lead that was deeply felt, and if we add to it the painful 3-1 that the Columbus Crew gave them, the aforementioned North American adventure ended up being a real via crucis for Don Hernán's project in Aztec lands.
But after biting the dust in the press rooms, Crespo made it clear that he is not going to sweat other people's fevers. Although the cold numbers are turning their backs on him and the general table mocks his intentions, the Argentine insists that his boys are already showing glimpses of good football. According to his reading, it is a matter of time before the ball rolls straight and Atlas plays “as God intended.”
“It is undeniable that we all play for the result, that we all want to win, that no one likes to lose, but I understand the situation we find ourselves in, the one we accept, the one the boys find themselves in.
My serenity is that, knowing that as time passes and we are given the opportunity to train, the team will play well, it surely will; my teams always play well. How long is it going to take? "Before or later, I don't know... in the meantime, patience, serenity," Che said, asking the audience for a vote of confidence.
A lot of lucidity... but the devil is in the details
For the strategist, Atlas does not play ugly, it just rests on its laurels. He explained that the real headache is the “unforced errors”, those childish mistakes that in Mexican soccer are paid for with blood and ridicule on social networks. In the red-and-black prison they are trying to use these disasters as a pure rehearsal area.
"Basically, we are using the games as training. Trying to search, I would like to lower the margin of error we have a little, but the feeling and the image counting the two games, suits me better today," Crespo concluded, trying to see the glass half full as the storm rages.
Inside the burrow there is no time to cry over spilled milk. This Tuesday, the Guadalajara squad will close its eventful gringo ride when they face off against Cincinnati, in a duel that is more about pride and honor than about points.
From there, they will fly directly and non-stop to the Perla Tapatia to lick their wounds, because on Saturday, August 15, the oven will not be ready for buns: they receive the Tigres de la UANL in Jalisco. There we will see if the “Valdanito” really brings the dead man back to life, or if the mythical “Furia” ends up running amok.
