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  • The perfect love story "Another magical night of the King of Europe"

The game does not explain the things that happen at the Bernabéu.

That's why

Guardiola

looked at the ground, shook his head, scratched himself, like a crazy professor.

He did it before the game.

Something sensed.

It was the fear of those who know Madrid so well.

He knows everything about his enemy except what cannot be known, what is not seen, is not counted.

He lives, he feels.

Those who were at the Bernabéu will be able to tell.

Whatever happens in Paris, the road to this Champions League is already an epic of an epic.

First against Mbappé

's PSG

, then against

Abramovich

's oligarch Chelsea .

Finally, against Guardiola's Manchester City, the man who had subjected the Bernabéu the most, the antichrist of Real Madrid, whose science devoured

Rodrygo

, that baby-faced monster from the epic, in less than two minutes.

Two minutes of life to quote Madrid with his 'jour de gloire' in Paris.

Two goals in the 89th minute is like brain death.

Never if the patient is Madrid.

Rodrygo arrived at the first center.

The second, immediately after, too.

First in anticipation thanks to

Benzema

.

Later, to meet with a center of Carvajal, a titan.

In this way, City lost its advantage over the Etihad and that of

Mahrez

's goal with which it had advanced.

By then, neither

Kroos

nor

Modric

nor

Casemiro

were already on the pitch.

It was the same.

Any white shirt behaved the same way.

Camavinga

, colossal since he came out, seems to have been born from his guts.

Madrid had held on to

Courtois

's mast when Benzema was knocked down in the area, already in extra time, and was summoned in the 11 meters.

The third goal lit up the Eiffel Tower.

In the resistance that claimed the unprecedented

Vallejo

, he did not go out.

On the 28th, against Liverpool, it will light up two magical teams to reproduce the final in kyiv, that of the thirteenth.

Wait for the fourteenth.

Control suited City and Madrid, the mess, the chaos.

When Guardiola theorizes about football he usually refers to chaos theory.

Also

Juanma Lillo

, his second.

There is no antidote, it is the conclusion of it.

Madrid needed it because they cannot match City's game, nor do they intend to, and because nothing like chaos activates emotions.

It is a soccer team as exceptional as its rival, and with better individuals in various positions, such as goalkeeper and nine, but it does not compete on the same frequency.

He wants to dominate the moments while Guardiola wants those moments to disappear for the continuity of his.

He left two moments alive at the end.

They killed him.

The tension of the match, electrifying the Bernabéu, hurt City, but little by little they achieved a sufficient level of possession, moved by the strings of a great Bernardo Silva, so that their rival did not come over them like an avalanche, that white avalanche whose crackle begins on the slopes of the stadium.

He suffered it when he thought the storm had passed.

City had enough chances to have gone ahead, but Courtois always responded, against

Bernardo Silva

,

Gabriel Jesus

or

Foden

.

It was enough flow for a goal, but not an unstoppable flow.

Madrid's responses came, instead, from

Vinicius

's outbursts or connections with Benzema, but not very cleanly.

Ederson

did not have to stop compromised balls in the first half, but there was something in the air, 'something in the air', when Ancelotti's men stepped into the area.

In this way he managed to cling to life at the Etihad, although against a more dominant City and, above all, accurate.

In something, however, the Manchester team improved, when Guardiola recovered his two starting full-backs,

Cancelo

and

Walker

.

Two center kicks told two truths of the game.

The one that opened the game, from City, directly to his goalkeeper.

He meant fear, caution.

The one that started the second half, after a drawn first period, caused the first real chance for the locals: Modric turned, Kroos shot, Benzema ran and Vinicius, alone, missed.

He meant need, desperation.

The action was like a bugle call that took Madrid where it wanted, to its best minutes, while City looked for cold water at the feet of Bernardo Silva, with the gift of ubiquity.

The hot water had not reached De Bruyne's feet as much as Guardiola would have liked.

He left the field.

Mahrez played the part of him with a flag goal, while Madrid lost Modric, Kroos and Casemiro.

Does not matter.

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