If Spain had Cristiano Ronaldo with the shirt they would have won in Lisbon. Since he does not have it, he had to roam the area in the first part to teach. When the order ran out, Portugal tested the wood twice. Cristiano and Renato Sanches touched glory. Kepa, redeemed by Luis Enrique, hypnotized the ball. The coach can be satisfied. You must not lose even in friendlies.On October 7, 2002 Cristiano Ronaldo scored his first professional goal. The party served as an anniversary party. Nothing new. In these beasts of the competition every day there is something to celebrate. Their calendars are studded with historical episodes. For CR7 there are no friendlies, only appointments with eternity, statistics and purple.For Luis Enrique, in this Spain of laboratory tubes, it was a special day for Sergio Ramos to rest. This message already indicated that the game was serious, but less so. If the central player does not play, there is no fire nearby. With his absence, Eric García and Diego Llorente were in charge of containing Portugal’s fierce scorer. It was a selectivity test for the couple, one from City and one from Leeds, one with Guardiola and the other with Bielsa. Outside of the assumptions between a cooked selection and an experimental one, Spain’s initial response was exemplary. Superior in all lines, with personality, touch and depth, Portugal was dizzy, not knowing whether to go out or not, as in those days when you hesitate between long or short sleeves and in the end you choose badly. In the first half Spain only lacked one Cristiano in the area.

The defense showed solvency. In the center of the field, without the government of Thiago and Fabián Ruiz, the ease of Canales and Ceballos appeared, with the binoculars behind Busquets . In the attack on Dani Olmo, Gerard Moreno and Rodrigo, there was no way to ask for their identification. The Villarreal forward moves away from the area with his intelligence and the rival, no matter the competition, begins to lose the screws. Everything was good and elegant until reaching the dining room of the titles, the area. Luis Enrique has already warned him, a guy is missing to shoot and then ask. Rui Patricio avoided the scares for the European champion.Portugal did not see the ball. Moutinho, Renato Sanches and Rubén Neves were never on time. Cristiano represented the despair of Portugal with his angry gestures. He had imagined another guest and another party. There was no way to evaluate Kepa, whom Lampard has in the dungeon. It is the difference between a nervous goalkeeper and a calm one. For the Chelsea goal the call of the selection is a respirator.Broken matchSpain did not respect protocols. An example was put by Reguilón, Mourinho’s new student, aggressive as if the Premier’s title was being played. He didn’t care about running over Pepe, football backwards. The eternal center-back, back in Porto, was paired with Rubén Semedo, the one who during his time in Spain alternated the police stations with the grass, an explosive mix that has parked at Olympiacos.Friendlies always unravel at some point, a perfect setting for disorder and inter-area play. For Portugal the passage through the dressing room was a blessing. Fernando Santos brought ingenuity and strength to the midfield with Bernardo Silva and Willian Carvalho. The Manchester City left-hander slept the ball and changed the time. The pivot of Betis gave consistency and muscle. Luis Enrique removed pieces with Campaña, Gayà or Mikel Merino. The ball was already a matter of two. Spain lost control and Cristiano Ronaldo saw dinner on.To give an overdose of emotions, Luis Enrique used Adama Traoré, a footballer with an All-black body. The interior of the Wolves is irrepressible. The photos had to be refreshed and Portugal gave Cristiano rest so that Joao Félix could also enjoy. Without him on the pitch, Sergio Ramos entered, a way to ensure a result that could go away. In the last gasp Joao Félix brushed the goal in a corner. It wouldn’t have been fair for the whole game, but it was fair for the second half. You don’t want to lose even in the friendlies. That was the spoils of Spain.