Madrid enters another era. inaugurates a rhythm that until now he had only sensed in the second parts. When the game started, the thoughts were in the past; When it was over, all that seemed so far away. Within 90 minutes something had changed.
The initial feeling of loss with lime tones of melancholy in Madrid and his shirt was undeniable. Casemiro was the main pole of the team (Modric and Kroos, the ratchet and the mizzen) and on stormy nights everyone clung to him. The positioning was his. The anchor. The way to occupy the site, to notice. This perhaps led to a statism, a position of chronic accumulation. But Casemiro had little visible influences: in the confidence of his teammates, as a multiplier effect, and in the big games, whose secret threads he dominated. The more important, the better off he was. Being the stopper for Madrid and Brazil required a greater concern, bordering on self-sacrifice; he was in the field like a father of many children, looking at everyone, watching over everyone. Being so, he managed to score a goal every ten games, more or less, sometimes important.
In Casemiro it is forged Zidane’s Madrid, around him, as the beginning of a new solidarity, and his first exhibition is given in Barcelona already headlined. Since then, the well-known history of Casemiro, Kroos, Modric, the three dimensions: height, width, depth, a multiform triangle that now dissolves. Without him, it is no longer the same. It’s like watching the Bee Gees without one of them.
Life goes on, and this is very Florentine. Florentino believes in change, perhaps more than Bernabéu believed, which in the end was more immobile. This is the great lesson that his Madrid leaves behind: constant evolution, not being afraid of the future. To anticipate. And perhaps it is essentially Madridista.
And with the changes comes a new football. Madrid changes era. Celta came out better, but in the 11th minute, Tchouameni powerfully won an aerial ball, and Alaba’s shot, deciding three games, forced some VAR hands. Benzema did not fail. Celta was able to respond in the same way ten minutes later, taking advantage of some absurd hands from Militao that Aspas converted. But football was teaching other things. Celta was balanced, orderly, rhythmic, and in Madrid the young midfielders began to guide the team, they were already at the wheel forming almost a common power double pivot. She showed her spirit to defend, to steal, to raise the defense sometimes in a promising way; but also to lose it fast. Tchouaméni and Camavinga always intercept the play, although the greater clarity at the start was put by Alaba or was found in the feints, elusions and actions of Benzema clearing the horizon. Madrid football, to which Celta still responded physically, was frenetic. It was a different rhythm. Another football already. And he was always looking for Vinicius, whom Camavinga serves, supplies. The effect is more speed: they go fast and he speeds it up even more. He focused the game again, to ask for it, to carry it to the finesse of Benzema, who protested a penalty, or Modric, who scored the 2-1 before the break. He knocked Tapia to the ground and adjusted the shot from distance with a Japanese drawing fantasy, a goal that was all youth. when he does those things Modric is young. He can’t get old playing like this! His football chains him to childhood.
These latest veterans, very refined in class and weight, are uploaded to a Madrid that is already going at another speed. Fiber optic, 5G.
Mendy arrives but does not dialogue and Valverde’s right was completely blinded. vinicius He was very lonely until Modric gave him a ball so he could run and face the goalkeeper, making it 1-3 with a samba jingle.
Celta was kept in the match by Mendy with his passes to the rival until Tchouaméni won a ball and led it in a counterattack with huge strides that Valverde finished off at 1-4. Tchouameni (box to box to box) He is a wonder, powerful and serene, and his partnership with Camavinga, naturally connected to Vinicius, leads Madrid to something else. Another time. A different speed, a devastating transition.
Modric left to local applause. He awakens the admiring unanimity of Iniesta and made a great match but the greatest spectacularity was in the current between Camavinga and Vinicius. The sprint of first throwing to the second. that whiplash soccer: Tchouameni cuts, Camavinga breaks the average and Vinicius runs the band. If what was described was already a lot, the counterattack of the night was that of Rudiger with Benzema of GPS. What a colossal run by the defender! Rudiger is like fantasy. Benzema gave Hazard the penalty and Marchesín saved it.
Life is cruel and football is almost as cruel. Goodbye Casemiro, hello frantic couple of midfielders. Tchouameni is portentous and Madrid, with these youngsters, enters another football.
