Madrid made the movie we’ve seen a thousand times come true again: it doesn’t play anything, it’s virtually eliminated, the opposite has two very clear chances and it misses them and when there’s a minute left for the game to end and you still haven’t just made the comment that you hope you don’t have to regret the missed opportunities, and they answer that you look at that, unfortunately, Madrid scores two in a row. Overtime, penalty, 3-1, City on the street and Madrid in the final.
Going with City transcends long the Catalan feeling of going in favor of anyone who plays against Madrid. Not only because City is not just any team playing football, but, above all, because of Pep Guardiola, about whom part of the Madrid sports press has written during two consecutive rounds the most provincial and complex pages that can be remembered. But yesterday City fell victim to the same spell that resurrects Madrid when it seems dead in the Champions League.
On Tuesday, I met a well-known Barcelona player who was so deeply anti-Madrid that he told me that he was changing the elimination of Barça basketball for the elimination of Madrid in the Champions League. Barça’s white season has condemned the Catalans to suffering even when their team is not playing. Well, there is still a game of suffering, the most feared, and now there is only plan B, which is Liverpool, who will want to remove the thorn of 2018. But a plan B in a final is to play with fire, especially after the enormous capacity that Madrid has shown to make possible what seemed impossible.
