When it finally finished, late and not the way it was supposed to, Diego Simeone stood there meekly tapping at his forearm, his gaze lost, almost visibly deflating on the touchline.
The man in black gone grey, he made some half-hearted request for a handball or something, anything really, just not this, not again. And then he stopped. “There are two places to go to in life: you can be a victim or you can keep going, keep working. I keep working,” he had said three days before, but sometimes you wonder – increasingly so – and this was one of those times. It had happened again and, as midfielder Rodrigo De Paul said, “it hurts”.
