Real Madrid did not beat Manchester City, they did not even draw; Courtois left a collection of stops with which he can make posters at home and yet he built something: perhaps a future, surely a hope. He was one of the toughest rivals, it was a night full of forebodings and threats of collapse and it ended with the feeling that there may be something to it, that when you really love it, when you think about the group, maybe things are easier and you can surely compete against everyone or almost everyone. Against Manchester City, for example, yes.
