December 20, 2020 – 7:57 p.m.
Drafting of El País
Jesus plays football and dresses in scarlet, just like his believers. And at times down from the sky to do his thing, like this Sunday, when with a divine whip that came out of his left leg he scored the first goal of an America that beat Independent Santa Fe 3-0 in the first leg of the grand final of Colombian football.
The clock struck 24 minutes into the match and the home team took a 1 – 0 lead after breaking through on the left. Scorer for Leandro Castellanos was the scorer.
Minutes later, in the second half, the same short, silver-haired footballer, as if he had taken a bath of divinity, produced the second goal with a shot in the area that ended up intercepting Duván Vergara to make the ‘devils’ fans are more excited than ever with their star fifteen, the one that after the resumption of football in September, seemed distant, but is now visible in the sky.
American holiday. This would be the best way to define this Sunday’s Caleña night, with a Pascual Guerrero who was emptied by biosecurity measures, but surrounded by the vital energy of these fans who showed up with gunpowder and prayers, especially prayers, those that Jesus heard to command a compact midfield and capable of demolishing any rival, as eight days ago, in Barranquilla, and as a few weeks ago, in Medellin.
The game began, however, with a ball on the post of Santa Fe, the best team in the reclassification, but which this Sunday seemed overwhelmed by the dominance of the red team of the Valley.
Dixon Errenteria got up and hit the ball in the Graterol area, but the crossbar was interrupted by jamming Bogota’s goal scream.
But this, far from frightening America, drove him to advance his lines so that he could begin to build the path of the star.
First it was Yesus and Duván, and at the end of the match, when the party seemed complete, came the little big Santiago Bru to receive a change of front from the left with precision and define as if he had been playing for ten years professionalism, thus putting the cherry on the dessert, the gift the tree lacked.
This Sunday, on the Pascual track, Santa Fe did not exist. He was wiped out by a red team in a state of pure grace, which next Sunday, in Bogotá, will fight to take the step it needs to be called champion again. There is no doubt: Jesus is American.