Hammarby needed to win, but he couldn’t. Djurgården tried to win, but was unsuccessful.
With 28,000 votes in the derby:
Completely even between blocks.
My friend Amy Marcus, a legendary Hungarian-Swedish football journalist and humanitarian scientist, had a favorite story about his idol Ferenc Puskas (or, he had two, the other was about when he himself posted on the icon). Honved was on his way to play an important match, a nervous young player failed to do anything, and in the end Puskas had perfection.
– If you can’t contribute anything else, can you at least shout “Cheer Honved”? He said.
Head to the final round of the Allsvenskan Team: Supercharged Derby with everything on the line. A must-have match for Hammarby, and a chance for Djurgården to hang out and get energy in the battle for gold. The problem was that Victor Edwardsons The attacking weight was missing from the Blue Stripes, he was banned and asked to stand in Sofia’s wing anyway.
You can always shout at Cheers Djurgårn.
Hammarby crashed in Norrköping last time, but that was something else. Ståplats opened with dances on a pole standing around Söderort, and players demanded at least that part of Söderort. They pressed high with tight cubes, and kept it all out and forward with Jebbi Andersen and Darijan Bojanic as the seated midfielder. Djurgården was pressured, had difficulty, and their attempts to move forward were marked by the fact that Edvardsen was not available as a replacement.
They tried to overload and find turns against the left flank of Hamrabi, behind the attacking minds Jehza and Saidi – but it was long between attempts and even longer between successful attempts. Young talent Amadou Domboya was brave and brilliant, but there was a lack of threat behind her. Hammarby was able to take the lead, and they did, and blew up the only heavy chance in the first half: Gehazi and Saidi on the substitution, Nahir Basra on the post, and Vyton Berisha on the rebound.
Djurgården’s fall will be all about dealing with fatigue, with doubles in Europe. They now look a little worn for three straight halves, but the fatigue is not only in the legs.
like him:
Sometimes the game does not work because the team is exhausted.
The team often looks exhausted when the play isn’t working.
This is what the challenge looks like Kim Bergstrand And Thomas Lagerlöf now, and they’ve propelled their team into the derby in a quarter of an hour. It wasn’t particularly difficult. After they ended up in a full Bajin fist for half, they started playing a little longer, just before that. Not to threaten, but to force Hammarby to defend the wrong way, to cut off their flow.
All goes well. The extra balls, the corners, gave her second balls to fight for. Ultimate goal chances too. Hambus Wendel and Rasmus Schuller shot the finish from a height of sixteen metres, the match profile turned upside down and suddenly Pagen goalkeeper Oliver Dauphin came out with a tightly wrapped knee.
Dauphin was sent off by Bergstrand, twenty minutes before play, and Davor Blazevic hit the goal, and here the season was at stake.
skillful training moves
Marti Cifuentes didn’t need a team that became back-heavy and compact. I need three points.
For nothing else, we got skilled training moves. Cífuentes replaced Lorette Sadiko, sealing the midfield behind Besara and Berisha. He didn’t get more play, but he did get a safer team and two good chances to score. The first (after playing a long Djurgaard from the back line) Berisha thought straight into Jacob Wedel-Ztterström. The second (perfect Bojanic cross) was headed by Gibby Andersen.
If he had veered a bit forward, he wouldn’t have waved offside, Hammarby would have beaten a top team this year as well – and had a golden season.
Now Hammarby has lost a goalkeeper, and Djurgarden is a central defender – Hjalmar Ekdal, with a bandage in the right thigh – and both teams have two points.
Hammarby players collapsed after the final whistle, they had to win, Marty Cefuentes gave them the opportunity but they did not take it.
This didn’t define the season, it didn’t decide anything, it was a thirty or 100 minute game of endless play or loud headlines. Somewhere in Hisingen and in Solna there might have been encouragement, somewhere in Tele2 Arena Victor Edvardsen might have been standing and wondering how happy or upset he was, or what he would say after 0-0.
Hello Djurgårn?
