Returul nu ne oferă nicio așteptare. Puterea Craiovei e de netăgăduit!

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Spartak Trnava's Coach Sings Blues in Bănie: "Return Match? Why Bother, Craiova's a Freight Train!"

Ah, the drama of the beautiful game! Spartak Trnava's head coach, Michal Scasny, has thrown in the towel well before the return leg, after watching his team get a tactical (and literal) spanking by Universitatea Craiova with a scoreline as unflattering as a pig in a tutu: 3-0. If ever there was a moment for despondency, this was it!

Having witnessed his squad crumble like stale bread on the field, Scasny hugged realism like a long-lost cousin at the family reunion nobody wants to attend. "Dreams of qualification? More like a fever dream," he reportedly sighed, making it clear he's brought his hopes down to earth with the help of gravity itself. Craiova, robust as a freshly fortified palinca, gave the Trnava team a football masterclass, and poor Scasny was left to scratch his head and craft poetic excuses faster than a rooster can crow at dawn.

"I didn't expect a miracle," he admitted, likely while sketching his resignation letter on a napkin during the post-match conference. "Craiova's strength on the field is akin to a well-fed bull, and my players just didn't have the red cape to match their charge." No enchanted flutes or fairy godmothers here, folks. Just hard tackles and an even harder lesson on how fast plans can go awry when faced with the whirlwind from Craiova.

With seemingly nothing left to save in the return leg, it's safe to say that Scasny's expectations are flatter than a pancake on a Sunday morning breakfast table. Will there be a miracle, a comeback, or just more lamenting over spilled milk? Well, if the return leg involves less football and more divine intervention, then perhaps only the village rooster can foresee the future. Until then, pass the palinca and stay tuned for more soap opera football moments!


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