@J_ames we would all prefer Bragantino to go down, right? Thanks to Red Bull they went to sympathetic to unlovable in the blink of an eye. And Fortaleza have changed a lot, and I dare say that the clubs from Ceará have pulled down the pants of a lot of big guys recently
@Jxgsaw_ well, I don't expect the lads to be focused on the second leg after winning the first 7-2 away from home
and yes, things came our way really quickly, thanks to - guess what - serious work and planning
@Maxporto well, about that...
We have arrived at the final stages of Copa Libertadores. Only four clubs have the chance to lift the trophy most dreamt by 422.5 million South Americans: Grêmio, Palmeiras, Santos, and Junior.
The Brazilian trio all seek the record to be the first Brazilian club to win the Copa Libertadores for the 4th time, as all of them figure amongst the five clubs in Brazil that conquered La Gloria Eterna three times (São Paulo and Flamengo are the other two).
The latter is an intruder of all sorts: after knocking out Internacional at the second round and The Strongest (from Bolivia) at the quarter finals, the Colombian club repeats their best ever Copa Libertadores campaign, by reaching the semifinals for the first time since 1994. Other Colombian clubs have done much better than Junior: Atlético Nacional has won the Copa twice, Once Caldas once, and América de Cali played 4 finals (losing every single one of them).
With all contexts given, let’s get started!
Semifinals vs. Palmeiras
Leg 1, São Paulo
We would be facing a top challenge against the one club we haven’t beat in the Série A. More than that, we lost the two matches against Palmeiras in our victorious campaign. Although we usually have a hard time against the Alviverde, we have never been knocked out by them in Copa Libertadores, beating them twice, both of them full of weird facts and odd circumstances.
Palmeiras came up with an unusual formation with 5 in the back, clogging my channels of communication and suffocating our creation, especially because we usually train to start from the back.
And the first blood was ours. Weverton kicked the ball from his goal, Chávez failed the interception and Borja got the best of him, dribbling Brenno before filling an empty net. With 25 minutes in, we already got hurt by our top scorer in 2022.
What seemed to be awful became worse in the 35th minute: Dudu took the corner from his right flag and Gómez headed her in to make 2-0. Just like that.
A mix of hopelessness and despair took over my players. Our only chance to get something from this game came in minute 57’, Igor Paixão had the chance, face-to-face with Weverton from a beautiful through ball by Torres. He did well to dislodge the goal-keeper, but the ball painfully hit the post. Apart from that, the 5 in the back formation proved itself worth it and we started off the semifinal 0-2 down and without scoring any goals away from home.
Leg 2, Porto Alegre
Five weeks had passed between the first and the second leg, and of course Palmeiras would come to Porto Alegre again with 5 in the back. They had absolutely no reason not to. On our end, we couldn’t make too many changes, as we have a best XI well defined by now. The only changes came with the injury of Villasanti, making me advance Matheus Reis to the midfield and alotting G. Guedes at the left-back position.
But we needed a different mentality. I made it clear that I wanted my players to be the bravest versions of themselves out there. They have to be decisive. Cruel. Ruthless. Make everything from every single chance they’d have.
And it seems to have worked! At the 19th minute, our secret weapon Guilherme Guedes threw a long ball in. Martínez managed to win the ball in the air, but Torres had to steer her to the back of the net. In the following minute, Matheus Reis crossed, Renan cleared it poorly and Thiago Maia had the rebound with some yards to advance. Even though he was far from the goal, he didn’t think twice before yeeting the ball past the keeper. Not even 20 minutes had elapsed and we had already tied up the semifinal.
Palmeiras, however, had a possibility that we didn’t have anymore: score a goal away from home. And when it looked like we were going to make history, Dudu made a run by the right-wing and crossed to Wesley, who beat Vanderson in the air and made a very, very complicating goal right before half-time. There would be no penalty shoot-outs; we would kill or we’d die. And we needed two goals to kill.
Guys. I was not happy in the dressing room. I don’t remember exactly the words I pronounced, I think it had something to do with getting something together and stop defending like a something something as they were doing something over the job they had already done and now they needed to do the something job all over again. Something like that.
In the first minute of the second half, our strategy to use G. Guedes to throw the ball in directly to the box seems to have worked much better than I’d expect, as he found Martínez again and this time he didn’t need anyone to make it 3-1. With a whole second half in front of us, we were very much alive.
But as the time ran out, we didn’t have an entire second half to find our winning goal anymore.
So I took my tactic sheet, crunched it and threw it away. Torres was advanced to play as a deep-lying forward. Kenedy came off for Fernando Henrique in the middle, and Ferreira came off for Ponce. We were in a 4-3-3 now.
And with 8 minutes to go, we could finally breathe. Igor Paixão opened up with Ponce in the right-wing. He took the ball to the end of the pitch and passed it to Thiago Maia in the right corner of the penalty box. Thiago Maia adjusted his body and took a beautiful curling shot, but what really made the ball hit the net was the desperate intervention from Gómez. 4-1. With just a few minutes to go, we turned the semifinal on its back. Sure, Palmeiras could try to strike back. But with 5 in the back and no substitutions remaining, good luck with that.
We did it. We will play the final.
And we would play it against Santos.
Finale vs. Santos
Interestingly enough, the Grand Finale would be played in Barranquilla, Colombia, which means that had they not been eliminated by Santos in the semifinals, Junior would play the Final in their own stadium.
Single match, Barranquilla
After the thrilling qualification to the final, I expected the lads to be 200% motivated for this Final. There was a lot at stake, after all: the eternal glory, as exhaustingly repeated by me throughout this campaign, and to be the single Brazilian club with the most Copa Libertadores. Becoming the greatest Libertadores winner is something pretty much out of reach for Brazilian clubs, as Independiente has won the Copa 7 times - other four clubs have won the Copa Libertadores more than any other Brazilian club: Boca Juniors (6), Peñarol (5), River Plate, and Estudiantes (4) - but being the greatest Brazilian is something worth of bragging rights.
But we didn’t even have two minutes on the clock when the first red alert button was pressed: Sandry profited from a low cross by Felipe Jonathan and scored the first goal of the match, which was thankfully overwritten by the VAR.
In the 7th minute, Santos had us on the counter-attack and Lucas Lourenço hit a beautiful volley from a Marquinhos’ cross, and Brenno had to make a formidable save.
Our first reply came from a corner in the 17th minute, but João Paulo didn’t have problems stopping Sabino’s header. In the following attack, Thiago Maia attempted another shot from outside the box that narrowly missed the target.
Later in the 34th minute, Villasanti found a nice through ball to Igor Paixão, who failed to control the ball and made a complete blunder in front of the goal-keeper, wasting a very good chance.
We went to the dressing rooms with two big zeros in the scoreline, and I felt that something was off with my players, especially in the finishing aspect. I knew back then that I had to use my skills as a leader to steer these lads to the right direction (goalwards). I had a conversation with Igor Paixão, delicately (not delicately) telling him that he cannot miss such chances.
With 55 minutes, ngelo found Lucas Lourenço after a quick exchange of passes, and he found Lucas Braga, who rolled the ball between Brenno’s legs and went off celebrating until he saw the offside flag being raised by the linesman.
It took a long while for the game to be restarted, though. It was a tough call, and VAR were checking. And checking. And then…
Goal allowed. We were 1-0 down with 35 minutes to go.
What came after that was embarrassing, humiliating, demeaning, horrifying, petrifying, enraging. We just didn’t reply. We haven’t found our way back to the game, as our legs were shaking and our chests were frozen. After the sensational turn-around in the semifinals, I thought the guys would be eager to beat a team that I honestly think was not as good as we are. Instead, we bottled it.
That’s the word: bottlejob. We bottled it.
And we will advance to the next season without the trophy I wanted the most.
@Jxgsaw_ well, I don't expect the lads to be focused on the second leg after winning the first 7-2 away from home
and yes, things came our way really quickly, thanks to - guess what - serious work and planning
@Maxporto well, about that...
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VII. Eternal Glory
Season 2: Redemption (Part 7)
We have arrived at the final stages of Copa Libertadores. Only four clubs have the chance to lift the trophy most dreamt by 422.5 million South Americans: Grêmio, Palmeiras, Santos, and Junior.
The Brazilian trio all seek the record to be the first Brazilian club to win the Copa Libertadores for the 4th time, as all of them figure amongst the five clubs in Brazil that conquered La Gloria Eterna three times (São Paulo and Flamengo are the other two).
The latter is an intruder of all sorts: after knocking out Internacional at the second round and The Strongest (from Bolivia) at the quarter finals, the Colombian club repeats their best ever Copa Libertadores campaign, by reaching the semifinals for the first time since 1994. Other Colombian clubs have done much better than Junior: Atlético Nacional has won the Copa twice, Once Caldas once, and América de Cali played 4 finals (losing every single one of them).
With all contexts given, let’s get started!
Semifinals vs. Palmeiras
Leg 1, São Paulo
Palmeiras (5-2-3): Weverton; Gabriel Menino, Gustavo Gómez, Adonis Frías, Bremer, Renan; Patrick de Paula, Danilo; Dudu, Borja, and Wesley Grêmio (4-2-3-1): Brenno; Vanderson, Chávez, Martínez, Matheus Reis; Villasanti, Thiago Maia; Kenedy, Torres, Ferreira; Igor Paixão
We would be facing a top challenge against the one club we haven’t beat in the Série A. More than that, we lost the two matches against Palmeiras in our victorious campaign. Although we usually have a hard time against the Alviverde, we have never been knocked out by them in Copa Libertadores, beating them twice, both of them full of weird facts and odd circumstances.

A brawl erupted with 15 minutes of football at the 1995 Copa Libertadores. Grêmio ended up winning that match 5-0. Palmeiras won the second leg 5-1, which became the highest ever score suffered by a Copa Libertadores winner in their winning season. Ph: Júlio Cordeiro / Agencia RBS
Palmeiras came up with an unusual formation with 5 in the back, clogging my channels of communication and suffocating our creation, especially because we usually train to start from the back.
And the first blood was ours. Weverton kicked the ball from his goal, Chávez failed the interception and Borja got the best of him, dribbling Brenno before filling an empty net. With 25 minutes in, we already got hurt by our top scorer in 2022.
What seemed to be awful became worse in the 35th minute: Dudu took the corner from his right flag and Gómez headed her in to make 2-0. Just like that.
A mix of hopelessness and despair took over my players. Our only chance to get something from this game came in minute 57’, Igor Paixão had the chance, face-to-face with Weverton from a beautiful through ball by Torres. He did well to dislodge the goal-keeper, but the ball painfully hit the post. Apart from that, the 5 in the back formation proved itself worth it and we started off the semifinal 0-2 down and without scoring any goals away from home.
Leg 2, Porto Alegre
Grêmio (4-2-3-1): Brenno; Vanderson, Bruno Fuchs, Martínez, Guilherme Guedes; Thiago Maia, Matheus Reis; Kenedy, Torres, Ferreira; Igor Paixão Palmeiras (5-2-3): Weverton; Gilberto, Gustavo Gómez, Adonis Frías, Bremer, Renan; Gabriel Menino, Danilo; Dudu, Borja, and Wesley
Five weeks had passed between the first and the second leg, and of course Palmeiras would come to Porto Alegre again with 5 in the back. They had absolutely no reason not to. On our end, we couldn’t make too many changes, as we have a best XI well defined by now. The only changes came with the injury of Villasanti, making me advance Matheus Reis to the midfield and alotting G. Guedes at the left-back position.
But we needed a different mentality. I made it clear that I wanted my players to be the bravest versions of themselves out there. They have to be decisive. Cruel. Ruthless. Make everything from every single chance they’d have.
And it seems to have worked! At the 19th minute, our secret weapon Guilherme Guedes threw a long ball in. Martínez managed to win the ball in the air, but Torres had to steer her to the back of the net. In the following minute, Matheus Reis crossed, Renan cleared it poorly and Thiago Maia had the rebound with some yards to advance. Even though he was far from the goal, he didn’t think twice before yeeting the ball past the keeper. Not even 20 minutes had elapsed and we had already tied up the semifinal.
Palmeiras, however, had a possibility that we didn’t have anymore: score a goal away from home. And when it looked like we were going to make history, Dudu made a run by the right-wing and crossed to Wesley, who beat Vanderson in the air and made a very, very complicating goal right before half-time. There would be no penalty shoot-outs; we would kill or we’d die. And we needed two goals to kill.

I know that I needed to give the speech of my life to get out of this alive. Ph: Grêmio TV
Guys. I was not happy in the dressing room. I don’t remember exactly the words I pronounced, I think it had something to do with getting something together and stop defending like a something something as they were doing something over the job they had already done and now they needed to do the something job all over again. Something like that.
In the first minute of the second half, our strategy to use G. Guedes to throw the ball in directly to the box seems to have worked much better than I’d expect, as he found Martínez again and this time he didn’t need anyone to make it 3-1. With a whole second half in front of us, we were very much alive.
But as the time ran out, we didn’t have an entire second half to find our winning goal anymore.
So I took my tactic sheet, crunched it and threw it away. Torres was advanced to play as a deep-lying forward. Kenedy came off for Fernando Henrique in the middle, and Ferreira came off for Ponce. We were in a 4-3-3 now.
And with 8 minutes to go, we could finally breathe. Igor Paixão opened up with Ponce in the right-wing. He took the ball to the end of the pitch and passed it to Thiago Maia in the right corner of the penalty box. Thiago Maia adjusted his body and took a beautiful curling shot, but what really made the ball hit the net was the desperate intervention from Gómez. 4-1. With just a few minutes to go, we turned the semifinal on its back. Sure, Palmeiras could try to strike back. But with 5 in the back and no substitutions remaining, good luck with that.
We did it. We will play the final.
And we would play it against Santos.
Finale vs. Santos
Interestingly enough, the Grand Finale would be played in Barranquilla, Colombia, which means that had they not been eliminated by Santos in the semifinals, Junior would play the Final in their own stadium.
Single match, Barranquilla
Santos (4-2-3-1): João Paulo; Velázquez, Luiz Felipe, Kaiky, Felipe Jonathan; Sandry, Léo Baptistão; ngelo, Lucas Lourenço, Marquinhos; Lucas Braga Grêmio (4-2-3-1): Brenno; Vanderson, Chávez, Sabino, Matheus Reis; Villasanti, Thiago Maia; Kenedy, Torres, Ferreira; Igor Paixão
After the thrilling qualification to the final, I expected the lads to be 200% motivated for this Final. There was a lot at stake, after all: the eternal glory, as exhaustingly repeated by me throughout this campaign, and to be the single Brazilian club with the most Copa Libertadores. Becoming the greatest Libertadores winner is something pretty much out of reach for Brazilian clubs, as Independiente has won the Copa 7 times - other four clubs have won the Copa Libertadores more than any other Brazilian club: Boca Juniors (6), Peñarol (5), River Plate, and Estudiantes (4) - but being the greatest Brazilian is something worth of bragging rights.
But we didn’t even have two minutes on the clock when the first red alert button was pressed: Sandry profited from a low cross by Felipe Jonathan and scored the first goal of the match, which was thankfully overwritten by the VAR.
In the 7th minute, Santos had us on the counter-attack and Lucas Lourenço hit a beautiful volley from a Marquinhos’ cross, and Brenno had to make a formidable save.
Our first reply came from a corner in the 17th minute, but João Paulo didn’t have problems stopping Sabino’s header. In the following attack, Thiago Maia attempted another shot from outside the box that narrowly missed the target.
Later in the 34th minute, Villasanti found a nice through ball to Igor Paixão, who failed to control the ball and made a complete blunder in front of the goal-keeper, wasting a very good chance.
We went to the dressing rooms with two big zeros in the scoreline, and I felt that something was off with my players, especially in the finishing aspect. I knew back then that I had to use my skills as a leader to steer these lads to the right direction (goalwards). I had a conversation with Igor Paixão, delicately (not delicately) telling him that he cannot miss such chances.
With 55 minutes, ngelo found Lucas Lourenço after a quick exchange of passes, and he found Lucas Braga, who rolled the ball between Brenno’s legs and went off celebrating until he saw the offside flag being raised by the linesman.
It took a long while for the game to be restarted, though. It was a tough call, and VAR were checking. And checking. And then…
Goal allowed. We were 1-0 down with 35 minutes to go.
What came after that was embarrassing, humiliating, demeaning, horrifying, petrifying, enraging. We just didn’t reply. We haven’t found our way back to the game, as our legs were shaking and our chests were frozen. After the sensational turn-around in the semifinals, I thought the guys would be eager to beat a team that I honestly think was not as good as we are. Instead, we bottled it.

That’s the word: bottlejob. We bottled it.
And we will advance to the next season without the trophy I wanted the most.