Barça Atlètic had a face-off with SD Logroñés, a squad fighting tooth and nail to dodge relegation. Despite dominating the game, a mix of superior play and a pinch of missed ambition meant we walked away with just a draw. And oh, Jordi Escobar became the unexpected hero for Logroñés, snatching a point with only four minutes left on the clock.
From the get-go, it was clear Logroñés, led by their season’s fourth coach Aitor Larrazabal, came with a plan: defend, defend, defend. They packed their half with a five-man defense and added three midfielders to thwart our advances. But, our young guns showed up, especially the midfielders. Aleix Garrido, Marc Casadó, Marc Bernal, and Moha were on fire, passing the ball like it was a hot potato, with Unai Hernández tearing it up on the left wing. Our superiority wasn’t just luck; it was all about being in the right place at the right time and that quick ball movement.
The first 15 were all ours, creating four solid chances. Mbacke nearly headed one in from a corner, Pau Víctor dazzled with a solo effort missing only a finisher, Unai Hernández hit the net’s side, and then boom – Pau Víctor nailed a striker’s goal, turning a failed Marc Bernal shot into gold. It was his twelfth of the season, all while being watched by Quique Cárcel, the tech secretary from Girona, his home club.
Post-goal, we ruled the pitch but, let’s be real, with less fire. The ball moved slower. Then, we had a couple of oops moments that nearly cost us, saved only by Marc Vidal’s quick reflexes.
The Turn of Events
Rafa Márquez wasn’t thrilled with the first half’s close and cranked up the strategy, bringing in Noah Darvich and Naim. Despite their efforts and some close calls from Aleix Garrido, Pau Víctor, and Mika Faye, the Logroñés keeper stood tall. We tried, oh, how we tried, but couldn’t seal the deal against a less-than-eager Logroñés. The subs didn’t quite click, and Jordi Escobar’s warning shot was saved by Marc Vidal. But even he couldn’t stop Escobar’s late strike.
In the frantic final minutes, Noah Darvich and Naim pushed hard, with Marc Guiu limping around. But time wasn’t on our side. A draw we’ll kick ourselves over.
