Failed with a deafening crash, the meeting with Sopot is just a special case and yet another proof of the obvious crisis of Dynamo Moscow. Previously, there were defeats from the Grand “Tau” and the modest “Spartak-Primorye”, strained victories over the unpretentious “Rhine-Energy” and the bloodless “Fortitude”. A truly successful blue-and-white cup match of a month ago with the “Khimki” now seems an incorrect reflection of the distant semi-mythical past.
The yellow colors of the stands of the arena in Sopot did not suggest the ever-memorable “Maccabi Sea” in the “Olympic” model of “Final Four” -2005: to the level of the “Sopot” kings of Europe, which are now debunked by the army men, just like the no less yellow moon seen from Earth. From the first minutes associations began to come to mind with the painfully favorite color of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky - the color of insanity.
It did not fit in my head, as a ring grew for an unstoppable barrier for Bykov, who ran out to a rendezvous with him. How, rushing together with his comrades in the gap “4 on 1”, Vasiliev filigree transfer found his hands ... Ivkovich. How false Andersen (false Dmitry is not enough for the Poles!) Scratched the selection from the hands of his partner Dylevich to immediately send him out to the delight of Dynamo.
And the main thing is how, from time to time, Muscovites allowed their owners to freely seize their possessions and, at the entrance to the three-second zone, make discounts on the perimeter. From there mercilessly watered artillery "Sopot": for short-lived happiness, blue and white, usually inaccurate. 50 collective points (24:26 - not in favor of Dynamo) for the first half with a mutually loose game in defense - the result is not even strange, comic.
And then - only worse. Fotsis, Hansen and Monya - the nominal leaders and the most resounding surnames of Dynamo - by the beginning of the fourth quarter realized a pitiful two points for three. Waking up to the finals of the game, the Yankees with his courage tried to reach the consciousness of his partners. It didn’t work out - a three-point hit deducted in the summer of 2005 (attention!) From Khimki Dalmau 1.45 before the siren deprived the final seconds and a hint of intrigue.
The final four (!) Assists for the whole team, handed out, by the way, by Gill (2), Money and Trushkin, are a truly amazing indicator. The position of the first “number” in the Dynamo is closed by the performers, who are much more interested in completing the attacks than in organizing them - Popovich and Gill. It seems that the Dynamo attack style, but rather its semblance, does not imply a thorough thinking of combinations. They are simply not there. There is an exhausted firing in the ring with and without it; there are absurd attempts to decide the fate of the episode individually without any help from partners due to the proud and reckless passage of the kamikaze.
Each new Dynamo match makes us recall with more suspicion and amazement the words of Dusan Ivkovich about the reasons for an incomprehensible breakup with star point guard Mayri Chetman at the dawn of season 06/07. The diplomatic wording - “the mismatch of game philosophy” - seems a mocking mockery of disadvantaged fans of white and blue. It’s not even that in fact the American playmaker left the team because of a conflict with the Serb - this is precisely the secret of the Open. But here the notorious "game philosophy" of the mentor looks so far the most perfect fiction. Basketball Dynamo today is a semi-finished product dotted with potholes and dotted with gaping holes, a composted train ticket with an unknown final stop.
Nikita GOLOVANOV