Osasuna ends Madrid’s winning streak

Ancelotti he had to rotate, something that no longer costs him. Madrid has gone from not doing it to not stopping doing it, and everything generated a feeling of confusion, lack of accommodation, even laziness. That is the break: the laziness of returning to the routine, of returning to the habit.

The return of Benzema, compass and baton, compensated for the above, although it was very little participatory at first. Madrid, in general and in accordance with that mode or predisposition, was expectant, very little pressing, and consisted above all in vinicius, very fallón but in a completely natural way. Nobody worries anymore, nobody murmurs, because the public knows that Vinicius warms up like this. When he seems denied, it is known that he will end up being fine: the denial of the denial is an affirmation and Vinicius is logical in his way.

Except Vinicius’ things, the party was rather of Osasuna, who defended seriously, a bit open on the flanks, and attacked happily on Abde’s side. The left-hander had a first chance in the 15th minute, in the 20th it was Navho Vidal, Moncayola in the 27th and shortly after Abde again in a dangerous counterattack. Madrid had a game problem and also an attitude problem that was perceived in how the rival took counterattacks from their losses. There was a galbana principle against which Madrid began to fight after half an hour and with the same protagonist. The first chance came in 37 by Vinicius, who went off par as in that memorable goal in Manchester and crossed for Benzema’s volley.

It was the notice. In minute 42, he sent a center that was closing until it became a goal. The position of the Madrid players was not considered offside, but the Rudiger’s Shotgun, his mere intention, stopped Herrera’s natural action, which would have been to look for the ball. Failure of the goalkeeper or influence of Rudiger? Perhaps both, but the second existed.

During the entire first half, Madrid had been like that Woody Allen character who looked out of focus, blurred, but at the last moment, before the break, due to the efforts of Vinicius (who is Brazilian but also a bit Villarroya) the scoreboard I clarified that not the profile, because when I returned, things remained the same. Torro, Moncayola and Abde They continued to trace an orderly and calm football that was rewarded by the García goal: a pass from Unai and a great shot from Kike that betrayed the great general passivity of Madrid, perhaps symbolized, although it was much more than a personal matter, in the insubstantial trot de Ceballos, positioned in the inane.

They immediately entered Camavinga and Valverde because there was a real need for electricity, and with them indoors a new game began. Like a fang emerging from the gum, a purpose began to form and the football tensed. Madrid had to build a siege around Benzema’s dance. Osasuna is a sophisticated team, worked, from 4-3-3 to 4-1-4-1 with moments of partial defense of five, and now it threatened to reveal a new defensive form.

But the siege was not such. Madrid did not finish controlling the game, finding its rhythm, the feeling of discomfort did not go away and Osasuna did not allow himself to be compressed.

It was necessary to give a twist and Ancelotti put two in the area, Benzema and Rodrygo in a 4-4-2 and danger immediately came in a ball that Benzema controlled with his plush chest; he won the position and was pushed by David Garcia Cuadra had to see it in the VAR and to the penalty he added the Red card to the defender. But Benzema failed (crossbar), jinxed as he is against Sergio Herrera (a newspaper spoke hours before of “nightmare”).

Madrid continued to attack by Benzema in fair plays that required consultations with the VAR and that made the referee, with his earpiece, look like the manager of a Burger King at rush hour.

The young Oroz entered and showed a great class that gave, by its very nature (the technique is phlegmatic), tranquility to his team, even with ten.

Ancelotti’s nut took a new turn: Mariano entered, defense of three. The strategy became the center, with everything that a center has of desperation, but a soulless air was noticeable in Madrid and even in the atmosphere. The centers were also for Mariano, with his strange hairnet that looks like a corded round of veal about to go into the oven. Somehow this deactivated the epic appeal, took away credibility, possibilities, although he tried it in 92 with a good elevation very much in his powerful and frontal style.

The Madrid It was all sides, interiors and ends, putting centers into the area with very little danger. Perhaps it is a football luck that must be perfected in the face of future moments of despair.

There were more centers, attempts to Valverde’s bang, but Osasuna did not suffer and the referee blew the final whistle without further ado, with that indirect and timid style of his all night, as if the final whistle had to be validated by the VAR. With his doubtful gestures, the referee had no authority, nor did Madrid’s football, which never fully entered the game. The end of his streak will require a reactivation that should start by getting the taste again to leave his door to zero.