TMadrid has soccer players at a stratospheric level. Without Karim Benzema, present at the initial tribute, Vinicius took the opportunity to pay tribute to the Frenchman by serving two Ballon d’Ors, to Modric and Lucas Vzquez, that put down the rebellion of Seville. A great goal from Lamela punished the Whites’ disconnection after the break, but Ancelotti’s substitutions revived the Whites, who ended up in a festival with another extraordinary goal from Valverde, from long range. white idol.
The Bernabu was dressed in gold, the legends were brought down to the pitch (Casillas and Zidane) to honor the heroes of an unforgettable season, Courtois and Benzema, and Madrid prepared to offer the best possible tribute to the winners. In other words, stop partying and beat Sevilla, which is always a bone, regardless of its position in the table. In six minutes he was already ahead on the scoreboard, in the demonstration that VInicius is getting better and more complete every day. He put in defensive work to steal Montiel, verticality to look for the area, ability to cut, courage to raise his head, generosity when looking for his teammate, vision to discover Modric’s unmarking and precision when putting in a perfect pass, to push.
The goal satisfied the leader, and it was good for Sevilla. Sampaoli’s plan, to keep the ball as much as possible to avoid damage and stay in the game, was convenient for him to slow down, without fast strikers or soccer players. On his return to the Bernabu, Isco was at the top. Obviously, the chances of stepping on the area in those conditions were very small, but he did allow safer and longer possessions for the people of Seville.
Even so, they were exposed to the starts of the white tips, Vinicius and Rodrygo, much faster than their peers. Montiel saw a yellow card when he hunted down Vinicius in a bad way, but Sampaoli did not apply the Carmona law in the 31st minute and left the Argentine on the grass.
Madrid lacked a fang to sentence just before the break. Vinicius stole again in the spinal cord, Rodrygo led through the center with the ball close to his foot, looking for gaps and passing lines to do, as almost always, what was best for the play. He served the right side where Modric entered alone. The Croatian was able to finish off but was thrown behind him when he cut with his heel. That extra touch also affected Vinicius, who took advantage of Gudelj’s difficulties to turn around and stood alone against Bono. I chose wrong, cut it out. It was long gone, giving Montiel time to make amends.
It is true that the most drinkable thing in Sevilla’s attack was a foul due to an intemperate tackle by Tchouamni that Rakitic crashed into the barrier in the first half, but he won the locker room with the match alive. And the losses of Madrid due to lack of tension made the people of Seville grow. It was Montiel who robbed Vinicius, looked up, discovered Lamela’s unchecking, served a candy with the outside to Alaba’s back, hooked, and the end converted, also exquisite, with the same surface of the foot. Golazo, and new party.
The white disconnect was startling. Rodrygo started losing balls and the contagion was massive. They looked at each other, puzzled. Like Shakhtar’s day, they felt that the game was easy and disconnected only at 1-0. And when you leave, it’s not easy to come back. Sampaoli undid the planned changes because his team was different. Above all Montiel, very grown up to bury its initial error. Ancelotti also stirred up the game, retiring a discreet Tchouamni for Camavinga to put Kroos in the middle. Enough to recover the white pulse.
There was one last round of substitutions left and both coaches looked for victory, but it was Madrid who found the prize. A loss by Rafa Mir made it possible to build a monument to the contras, with Asensio starting and serving for Vinicius, again one-on-one with Bono, and instead of running over each other he held on and served the second ballon d’or for Lucas Vzquez to score the second. The participation of Lucas and Marco demonstrates their relevance in the project, they enter when they enter. Especially at this level of connection. Like Valverde’s, in a trance. He converted an inglorious ball, on the side of the area, into a tremendous shot, crossed, to the top corner. Impossible to stop. Bernabu left his throat shouting the surname of his idol, that dominant all-rounder who embodies white values. Valverde and ten more.
