The Leipzig had made the sufferer Madrid at the Bernabeu. The goals came at the end. And this was a better Leipzig, more shot, and a somewhat worse Madrid, with rotations, let’s say, deep. In addition there was a little problem of incentives: Madrid was already classified, Leipzig was risking everything. The result could be expected, although the feeling was new: defeat and feeling, for the first time in a long time, the superiority of others.
After a strong German start that could be interpreted as a courtesy from Madrid to the local team, there was a moment of madridista reaffirmation. What is now called ‘the proposal’. In the 4-3-3 Camavinga was going to be Modric, but in reality he was very high up, as if he commanded the pressure or had the task of stepping on the area, and inside, rather than on the wing, Asensio had to do wearing the suit impossible for Valverde. That was it: the team didn’t quite fit into the suit. It wasn’t all a matter of motivation anyway.
In any case, after positioning themselves on the field like this, or not positioning themselves at all, Madrid did not show much and was overwhelmed by Leipzig’s speed and touch. It was not courtesy. It is that they dominated, especially on their right wing, Simarkan and Szoboszlai, where the corner came that (minute 12) would lead to 1-0. There were two German shots in the area; the first was rejected by Courtois, the second took advantage of it Guardiol.
That auctions twice in your area indicates that perhaps there is some contemplation. That somewhat mystical Madrid lightened the step to the next play like someone who is late for work, but was overcome by a small gale from Leipzig: counterattacks and chances from Nkunku and Haidara until the 2-0, another tableau of passivity from the defense of Madrid that allowed Nkunku collect a rebound in the area and score with an unappealable shot, as the PNV would like their judges’ decisions to be. He was a ringside striker shot.
The goal came in minute 18, and with it a statistic: it was the first time that Madrid had been scored two goals in such a short time in the group stage. If it wasn’t true, he was ‘ben trovato’, because Ancelotti His cheeks suddenly swelled as if an airbag had exploded. It was nice to see Leipzig play, which seemed like a German team from before and Madrid, about to be shaken, let another eternal Madrid peek out, in a way, the usual Madrid of the first leg, the previous match to the comebacks, when he took a basket of goals from any field with Protestant or simply northern grass.
The thing could be dramatic, but at the height of the 25th something happened: Vinicius appeared, and shortly after, at the height of half an hour, Madrid began to knead the game with Toni Kroos ‘the miller’. A trickle began: a chance by Rodrygo, very fast, that had started in an overcoming of Camavinga’s line with an intermediate in Lucas and Vinicius. The collective speed was high, but the speed of Rodrygo in the race. That run and that final shot wasn’t a goal, but he suddenly showed a new skill of his. It is noted.
It was in 34; in minute 36 Vinicius finished off, he repeated in minute 42 and in minute 44, after a run with a right-footed center by Asensio, who wants to win a renewal, scored with a header. Head Vinicius! If Rodrygo had shown us a new kind of football of his, now Vinicius got into Santillana, even if it was a different shot, without jumping, of skill, as if he wanted to start including the sternocleidomastoid in his repertoire of festive and roguish muscles .
With that 1-2, at the break he left with another face, that of someone who has narrowly escaped a good one.
Madrid had recovered the ball and when they came back they recovered the good pressure. Leipzig contributed to its better placement with a certain prudence. The pulse of the party was already sustained. By dint of minutes and sweat, Camavinga could break his shyness, overcome at least one tactical perplexity. Interior, circumstantial midfielder, pivot? He could be the highest and most mobile vertex in the middle triangle, but not Modric.
Ancelotti he changed the sides, there was little else, he had no revulsions this time (Madrid is missing two players for the total and calm rotation) and Leipzig at the same time put Olmo and Werner, a threat of infarct counterattacks with Nkunku.
Werner, an endearing rival, forgave him in the 70th minute but controlling all that required a lot of seriousness from Madrid, and that stopped his reconstruction and his attack. All of Leipzig, even the central defenders, seemed eligible.
Kroos left for Hazard, which delayed Camavinga, more in his place, with everything to his face. He promised, and in minute 78 Vinicius was able to score, but then there was a devastating counterattack from Simakan and Werner sentenced that, the truth, he already deserved it. Madrid reacted very late with a goal from Rodrygo, from a penalty, and did not avoid the first defeat of the season. Europe makes the slightest relaxation pay and reveals the clears of any template. It makes it impossible to grow too big.
