Too bad nobody won. Not because Zenit was delighted, just some kind of incompleteness remained. Conceptual battles of equal rivals should end on parity, but I just wanted inequality. So that one idea defeats another, so that the superiority of the army mind over Spartak’s emotion is revealed. Or vice versa. Where did you see draws in “rock, paper, scissors”, the leitmotif of those who went through this clash?! They are not there. And on Peschanaya Street – no one.

Spartak really burst into the game excited. CSKA – pragmatic. What is a kick with Promes Roshi if not an internal nervous one? And what is the reciprocal wallowing of the Brazilian, if not pure profit?

At this point I would like to explain the title. There is no bloodthirstiness in him, but there is misunderstanding. Here’s one fouled. On the card, yes, but not for the sake of injury, but for stupidity. And then the second fell. An ambulance, it seemed, would not be enough for Roche, a team of surgeons was needed right away. “Clamp. Scalpel. We’re losing him!”

The rules don’t seem to specify this point. Let everyone grimace as he wants, VAR will figure it out. But the stands have no video replays, and the terrible agony of the victim makes them more bloodthirsty. In addition, there is the concept of unsportsmanlike behavior, which also includes simulation. If Rosha put the pain on stream, and that’s exactly what he did, who will straighten him up? Dont clear.

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Moral: don’t touch Roshu, it won’t fall. A very useful recipe. And yet, if the mismatch of suffering with the effect is too obvious, this is a violation of the rules. Whoever begs for pity, even Rosh, even Promes.

Of course, this is not the main thing in a very strong, pleasantly strong match. The teams started from the very concept of a derby, from intransigence and stubbornness. The trainers pulled the unprepared, like Mevli, from the ashes and threw in new ones, already warmed up by the sight of the battle. CSKA was a little more academic, Spartak supported the flame of Abaskal. The problem of the “red-whites” is that this cannot be stored inside for a long time – it will either splash or subside. So, in fact, sometimes it happened.

The rest is a match-fest: transformation of schemes, young Russians in the first roles, aesthetic goals. The red-haired Spaniard looks very worthy while in the hot Spartak, Vladimir Fedotov proves that in vain he was suspected of provincialism, which could interfere with work in a big club.

And what a damn shame it’s all for internal use. There is nothing to compare with, that there are no “Maribors” with “Rakuvs”, who regularly brought us to our senses after puffing out our cheeks at home, that everything ends now with the joy of such matches as CSKA – “Spartak”.

Not the first freshness of regret, it’s time to get used to it. But for some reason it doesn’t work. “It seems that they are not loafers and could live …”. Yes, we do live. But…