White flannel, white towel | inpaok.com

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The bad thing is not that PAOK handed over the guns to “Athanassios Diakos” in terms of claiming the title, the bad thing is not the draw as a loss, the bad thing is that you were confused about which team is motivated and which is not, the bad thing is not neither is the disappointing racing image of the Two-Headed. The bad thing, and even worse, is that all of the above is not surprising. It is that they could even be considered predictable. It is that they have been repeated, that no lesson has been learned.

The sucking of the word “energy” came back into her mouth, the irritating sound of her pronunciation tickling her ears. General collapse in and out of the four lines of the field. One target is lost, the others are lost in succession. The entire effort of a season is smeared, what was founded is deconstructed, what was built is torn down, what was conquered is discredited.

PAOK went from a dreamer of the Treble (obviously in his exaggeration) to a would-be finalist of the Conference League, and from a contender to the title it became simply its regulator. Within a short period of time he threw away all his weapons one by one. And finally he delivered them completely at the stadium of Lamia. He threw in the towel, as white as the shirt he wore in Lamia, as easily as it had been difficult to get here. Day by day, training by training, match by match.

It took 90 minutes against an indifferent opponent to “shout” that he cannot cope either physically or mentally with the big goal of the final stretch of the season. It’s not his opponent’s fault, nor the referee’s fault. Now he has nothing to blame but himself. He now stares at him and blurs. Because he is throwing into the wastebasket by himself what he had “conquered” so far with blood.

I wish someone could get into the minds of everyone who played (and) tonight, players and coaches, and read exactly what was going through their minds. With what thought and with what psychology did they enter the phases, act, kick the ball. In what direction were they directing their efforts? The title; Victory; The defeat at “Karaiskaki”? The exclusion from Bruges? Their contract? In Easter; Should their evening pass like that?

A PAOK in… lost for the longest duration of the match. He didn’t know what he wanted, and therefore didn’t know how to get it. With inhomogeneity and dysfunction reminiscent of a summer training match.

Unfortunately, the difficulties were not over, the goals were not all lost. Even more can be lost. And even more painful.

PS In the 47′ phase, Samata must be the first forward who, in his attempt to score a goal, took… a penalty.

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