Flamengo’s high press isn’t football — it’s salsa with stats. At minute 65, their defense doesn’t just fade… it ghosts away like your Wi-Fi forgot its password. They press harder than the league average but lose possession faster than my ex’s Instagram bio. This isn’t flair — it’s data crying in Maracanã. Who knew football could be both a carnival and a spreadsheet? 👀 Drop a comment if you’ve ever seen a midfielder forget how to dribble… or just stop.

They said goal #7 was luck? Nah. That 35-yard chip wasn’t magic—it was Python whispering samba to the goalkeeper’s average position (1.7m). Meanwhile, Atlético’s defense forgot geometry… and LaLiga’s stats are now just vibes wrapped in Brazilian futsal patterns. If you’re not crying over this, you’re not paying attention. Download your dataset or just enjoy the fireworks—because this isn’t football. It’s philosophy with cleats.