Jorge Valdano: Odegaard is Real | sports

Make the way. You have to stop looking at Odegaard as a promise. It is not necessary to see more: it is a finished product. He has deployment, football criteria, ability to clarify the plays with filtered passes, dribbling, medium-distance shooting. A multiple talent, practical and attractive. When I say that another year at Real Sociedad could do well for him, I do not do so because I disbelieve his maturity, but because at the moment the Madrid squad has plenty of resources. The context offers you no guarantees to earn ownership. When the squad, for scheduling and age reasons, clears itself from the highly regarded competitors it currently has, Odegaard will be able to arrive with the honors that an award deserves. crack of his condition. While waiting and with his youth, better to play 50 games with Real than to wait sitting in Madrid.

Hazard to water the flower. Pep Guardiola says that “Hazard is good until saying enough.” That is the player that Madrid lost two months ago without the team moving a hair. Today, players are just as proud of the goals they miss as they are of the ones they score. They owe their leadership to that change in profile. It was necessary to add muscle (those of Mendy and Valverde are made of reinforced concrete), put individual instinct at the service of collective intelligence and accentuate prudence at the cost of losing the sense of adventure. But Hazard is knocking on the door and will bring the expressive, destabilizing and contagious football that characterizes him. The team, which closed the back door, will find with him variants to tear down the front door and thus Zidane will complete his work. Madrid will play like never before and, as prejudices rule, we will continue to say that they have a flower up their ass.

Fabian. The Naples crisis caused such noise that we forgot about Fabian. But this week he said “here I am”, scoring a wonderful goal for Inter. He received the ball on the edge of the Italian area from a Conte team, which means there were no spaces. As he does not want to think with the ball at his feet, he threw a short wall. He was met again by an opponent who he dribbled backwards and, when he found a small clearing, he took an uncomfortable shot that nailed at an angle. Because of his lilting style, it seemed more than just a playful grandfather’s advice. Tall, with his head raised, the criteria of a strategist and a field of action that goes from area to area, transmits so much tranquility and security that, when he receives the ball, the uncertainty ends and one, as a fan, becomes relaxes. Until his talent gives a scream that lifts you off the seat.

A handout, please. Superprofessionalism is weaving elitist plans for the near future, and we are so dazzled by its spotlights that the perception that the new Copa del Rey is nothing more than a handout for romantics does not leave me. As I am passionate about football and being romantic was always an accusation that suited me well, I accept the alms. Because it reminds me that soccer is everything: a game at recess; another, improvised, in a park; a challenge against the neighborhood next door and, getting serious, the admiration for the idol, the love for the shield, the beautiful and fanatical fantasy of believing that our club, no matter the size, is different from all of them. There was always an aristocracy that made the covers and that now moves, as never before, the industry. But down there there is still a fabric of clubs with enormous power: the sentimental. The Copa del Rey took from hiding the treasure that explains that social and cultural phenomenon called soccer.

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