The Spanish handball team rarely misses a medal. As soon as you have one within your reach, to the casserole. This time he found himself facing Sweden and 22,000 Swedes in a soccer stadium in Stockholm converted into a World Cup pavilion. At the beginning of the second half, they paled before the endless shooting of the hosts (23-19). In the previous one they had confessed that their legs were heavy. But what else? It is already known that it is the team of a thousand escapes. And again he succeeded. A perfect second half lifted him to bronze in the World Cup (36-39).
On the final day, it was the work, above all, of Adrià Figueras, Rodrigo Corrales and, of course, Alex Dujshebaev. The first had not added a stop in the quarterfinals or semifinals: zero of three against Norway and did not even go out against Denmark. However, he appeared after the break against a Sweden rampant in attack and hit the switch with four almost consecutive interventions that changed the course of the afternoon. The second, an eel to move in the six meters, was crowned with a performance to remember: nine goals without a miss wriggling on the six-meter line. The king of the evening And the third is no longer Talant’s son, but Alex. The absolute head of the team did his thing again with a display of leadership and command. Seven goals -two of them from the hip, as he saw his father do-, a single missed shot and five assists. Three stilettos from a set maneuvered by the silent figure of Jordi Ribera, the man who prefers the shadow, the computer mouse who scored his sixth medal, one more since the myth of Juan de Dios Roman.
It was the fifth metal followed by Spain in a major tournament, after the European gold of 2020, the world and Olympic bronze of 21, and the continental silver of 22. The best streak in the great explosion unleashed in 1996. Since that European bronze, Spain has left with a medal around its neck half the time. This is the 18th in 35 possible tournaments in this period. Until that moment, his best results had been four fifth places between Games, Europeans and World Cups, unable to overcome that bloody border of the quarterfinals. He scaled that wall and very few have been able to lasso him. In the middle of this golden age, 15 years ago, the League sank with the real estate crack, the home tournament continues in its smallest cloths, but every January, in each championship, there has rarely been a lack of good news from those now called Hispanics. With them there is no cost in January.
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