One more blush and one day less

The Real was much superior to a Madrid that played with ten 51 minutes. Useless goal by Brahim. Courtois stopped a penalty. Marcelo returned to give a bad image.

El Madrid is crazy to get out of this League, including Zidane, the apostle of the worthy final. He has also gone from finishing well to finishing soon. Zidane has moved this pre-lost team in every way possible without any result. The insistence has not cured Marcelo or Kroos. The intermittency has not made react to Isco nor Asensio. The discouragement has extended between holders and substitutes. That malaise reappeared in Anoeta, in another exit, where the pandemic is more appreciable. It took advantage of a Real superbly directed by Merino. It was daring, vertical, had success and was propelled by the expulsion of Vallejo in the minute 39.

In this year of condolence, Madrid has found what to adorn their failure: Vinicius and Brahim, two bargaining, two Iberian lynx, two friendly players for the public and with the enormous margin of improvement that gives them their respective 18 and 19 years. Two players without complexes on which Zidane intends to start his next work, convinced that they have already got their teeth.

El of Anoeta was the fifth consecutive game of Brahim and the second followed as a starter, the two that Bale was after a season for grapes. It is not yet a footballer of great presence, but of great occurrences. In the 6th minute he left one of the goals of the course, starting in three quarters of field, cleaning Merino, twice breaking Llorente and putting the ball almost without angle by the stick of Rulli. An equivocal goal after a start also equivocal del Madrid, whose pressure hungry on the departure of the ball of the Real lasted a sigh.

With the advantage went the good intentions of Madrid, in which they returned Benzema and Isco, which Zidane is worth and the club is not knows. After that, the wilted team of this League returned.

The expulsion of Vallejo

La Real was recomposed around the left foot of Mikel Merino and the thrust of another youth that tightens, Barrenetxea. Courtois stopped the first two arrivals and saw shot at sunset in the third: Willian José shook the two centers of a heel and Merino finished the job. The central pair B of Madrid was very overflowed in the game. Neither Nacho nor Vallejo knew how to resolve another arrival of Oyarzabal near the break and the final shot of Willian José, to empty door, the hand of the Aragonese. Red for the central, Courtois penalty stop at the expense of own Willian José and Casemiro remonstrated to central for lack of defenses on the bench. Before that, Brahim and Benzema embroidered another haute couture play for which he did not find a good final Isco, only against Rulli. That was the Madrid, a subdued team, abandoned by many of his heavyweights (Marcelo, Kroos, Isco ... the usual), but I live by a miracle for the tricks of Brahim and some adornment of Benzema.

Con ten and the depression on slopes was not able to hold the Madrid. The second goal of the Real again left Marcelo without a finish, overcome in the jump by Zaldua. A dislocated Courtois ended up killing him a slip. And already with Lucas Vázquez in the field, Barrenetxea found reward, taking advantage of a rejection of the shot stick of Oyarzabal. Another young man, Muñoz, already suspected, with his tears, that would end badly for Madrid. When Vinicius came to the game, the defeat was irremediable. And it is that this Madrid in the last is the one that has opened the door for the next course. Crises also make players. That is the only thing that celebrates Madrid. That and that only one game remains.

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