There is no team that denies football more than Madrid. The same does not matter the development of this or that party. They can finish him 14 times in a time in Milan or be subdued at the Mestalla for more than an hour by a Valencia that is as resurrected as it is effervescent. Never mind. When the script considers Madrid lost, Madrid also wins. A couple of minutes into the twilight of the game allowed him to leave Mestalla with a chest do. The reborn Valencia de Bordalás was exhausted just when Vinicius and Benzema asked for passage and Modric and Casemiro already appeared on the bench. It is Madrid. This and so many others.
Once the pandemic has subsided, luckily football has also been able to make amends. The teams are no longer eleven solitudes. The protocols already contemplate the public, a gradual end to the empty nest syndrome. Example: Mestalla, always with tonnage, especially when the sign has neon lights. Those of Madrid for example, forced by the emerging Valencia to a duel undermined. Guerrilla against guerrilla. Give it to him to gain an inch of weed, all under arrest. No subordinate passes. At full speed from the start, insurmountable for Carlos Soler, who fell in the first quarter of an hour. A lot of tonnage for the whiplash that the footballers carry. Soler paid for it, as in the previous hours Gayà, the most vocational Valencianists. Less soul for those of Bordalás, who bustles with theirs so that the convulsive Valencia of recent times stops abdicating.
With Bordalás the parties are mined, macho. No bagpipes or alibis at the expense of the disputed leadership. Soccer protests ahead. Soon it was noticed by Madrid, which Ancelotti dressed again with Hazard, at the same time that he insisted with Alaba as a center-back and Nacho as a left-handed side.
The crash did not admit footsteps from Benzema, Hazard, Vinicius or Guedes. Two teams with an insurmountable mountain range. Shock treatment is coming, shock treatment is coming. So much tusk also killed Correia and Carvajal, also mourners before half an hour. Turn for Lato and Lucas, as before for cadet Musah for the increasingly curdled Soler. Only Modric and Hugo Guillamón – a discovery of Bordalás as an axis – found a respite. Insufficient for there to be signs in the areas. The excellence of Modric in the face of the self-confidence of Guillamón, a center-back moved to the middle that unfolds with a shocking sobriety and lime in his veins.
Faced with the strength of Valencia that Bordalás is striving for, Madrid, demanded, had their sleeves rolled up. There was no other room for him, his forwards deactivated until the final uncorking. He weathered the mess as best he could, including Courtois, again with spotlights, this time before a Paulista header when the blind fell in the first act. More alarms had the Belgian goal after the break, with a Valencia with another march, even. Guedes had the goal, as did Hugo Duro, but they responded with a blank against Courtois.
Ancelotti’s box did not take off, consumed by the exhausting pressure of the local team. As on so many occasions, Madrid forced to play many games in one. Normally, it does. It is not easy to beat it, not even the hard way. In Mestalla he did not have a certain government until the time came, when the Valencianists were already sweating like showers. Football backwards. Just when that tongue-breaking goalkeeper Mamardashvili —another unexpected outbreak in Valencia— deserved some mention, Hugo Duro’s goal came. Lucas failed to clear, the ball bounced off his back and hit Hugo Duro. The ex of Getafe put a whip so precise that it even surpassed the insurmountable Courtois.
At a disadvantage, Ancelotti successfully intervened, who withdrew two foreign ministers such as Modric and Casemiro in favor of two recruits for the immediate future: Camavinga and Rodrygo. Valencia no longer gave spurts, with the deposit with cobwebs. It is what has the capital requirement of Bordalás. It is what it has to glimpse the leadership after five days for a club mummified by so many socio-sports turbulences in the preceding years. At Real, fully uncovered, already without Valverde and Hazard. Bugle call to the Mamardashvili ranch with the midfield as a stop. And the solution came via Vinicius. Rodrygo hit, Benzema improved the play and Vinicius, touched by the gods, holed after a rebound in Foulquier. No time for more … Benzema burst in, with a huge blow assisted by Vinicius. One and the other already a de facto society. This is Madrid.
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