Absolute beauty, also the daughter of error and gambling, took shape in the most memorable match of the year: the only unforgivable defect of Manchester City-Real Madrid is that at some point it’s over. Another sport, really. Something very similar to pure artistic dexterity, to illusionism. Instead it is all true. The formidable spectacle of the Champions has found absolute sublimation: doing more will be very difficult, even if it will repeat itself in a week.
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