The rule of Spain was not just on the disappear – it was over.
In any case this was no hard fortunes story. No story of close misses, or if onlys. It was a 90-moment clubbing of an once-strong domain. Of red-shirted men who had been hoisted to just about legendary status with two European Championships and a World Cup in the most recent six years.
In the glorious Maracana, the serenades of 'ole, Chile, Chile' and 'E-lim-inado' served as a melancholy lament for the Spaniards who are staggering from emergency to shame at this World Cup.
Humbled 1-5 by the Netherlands in the opening match of their title guard last Friday, spectators, and most likely the Chileans, had been propped for a pleased and irate reaction. Rather, the Spaniards were afresh bulldozed. The 2-0 scoreline was kinder, yet the way of thrashing no simpler to stomach for a side used to clearing all before them.
Notoriety alone is never enough, notwithstanding, and the straightforward truth is their tiki-taka style of play which won these men such wealth demonstrated as successful as tap-moving in a pen battle.
As was the situation against the Dutch a week ago, it basically was insufficient against stronger, livelier and, evidently, hungrier rivals. It was not that Spain lost, it was the way of the annihilation which bothered.
By and by goalkeeper Iker Casillas played less like the most-topped player of the title holders and more like a Sunday League plug.
He permitted Eduardo Vargas to skip around him for the first objective, and amusingly punched a free-kick straight back towards the boot of Charles Aranguiz for Chile's second. It would not be precise to place all the fault on Casillas, for he was joined as far as average quality by the vast majority of his buddies.
The Chileans were more keen on the break. They were more vigorous in the test. Their passes were crisper. Diego Costa, the Brazilian who abandoned the place that is known for his introduction to the world to play for the Spaniards, was limit in advance. So Spain turned to Fernando Torres - himself no more peculiar to blurring fortunes.
Maybe, unsurprisingly the once-mysterious Torres neglected to start any sort of restoration as the Spaniards toiled through the recent phases of this challenge. Like schoolboys squinting back tears in the play area, they ran and they harried. They battled dissatisfaction.
Yet with the swagger drained out of them, first by a squashing annihilation and afterward by a belligerent Chilean side, they neglected to ever get a decent footing in this match.
On the day King Carlos of Spain abandoned his throne, his once superb footballers discovered they would propel no further and will return home at the end of the first round.
In any case this was no hard fortunes story. No story of close misses, or if onlys. It was a 90-moment clubbing of an once-strong domain. Of red-shirted men who had been hoisted to just about legendary status with two European Championships and a World Cup in the most recent six years.
In the glorious Maracana, the serenades of 'ole, Chile, Chile' and 'E-lim-inado' served as a melancholy lament for the Spaniards who are staggering from emergency to shame at this World Cup.
Humbled 1-5 by the Netherlands in the opening match of their title guard last Friday, spectators, and most likely the Chileans, had been propped for a pleased and irate reaction. Rather, the Spaniards were afresh bulldozed. The 2-0 scoreline was kinder, yet the way of thrashing no simpler to stomach for a side used to clearing all before them.
Notoriety alone is never enough, notwithstanding, and the straightforward truth is their tiki-taka style of play which won these men such wealth demonstrated as successful as tap-moving in a pen battle.
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| Spain knocked out of World Cup 2014 |
By and by goalkeeper Iker Casillas played less like the most-topped player of the title holders and more like a Sunday League plug.
He permitted Eduardo Vargas to skip around him for the first objective, and amusingly punched a free-kick straight back towards the boot of Charles Aranguiz for Chile's second. It would not be precise to place all the fault on Casillas, for he was joined as far as average quality by the vast majority of his buddies.
The Chileans were more keen on the break. They were more vigorous in the test. Their passes were crisper. Diego Costa, the Brazilian who abandoned the place that is known for his introduction to the world to play for the Spaniards, was limit in advance. So Spain turned to Fernando Torres - himself no more peculiar to blurring fortunes.
Maybe, unsurprisingly the once-mysterious Torres neglected to start any sort of restoration as the Spaniards toiled through the recent phases of this challenge. Like schoolboys squinting back tears in the play area, they ran and they harried. They battled dissatisfaction.
Yet with the swagger drained out of them, first by a squashing annihilation and afterward by a belligerent Chilean side, they neglected to ever get a decent footing in this match.
On the day King Carlos of Spain abandoned his throne, his once superb footballers discovered they would propel no further and will return home at the end of the first round.
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