Result and summary Real Madrid

Silence please. Silence, Barça has returned. Silence because the Barça of Xavi he returned disguised as Barça Cruyff when Francoism was dying. Silence because the old and modern Barça, embodied in Guardiola, was reborn at the Bernabéu with a spectacular win, a win for eternity. He signed a work of art that expelled the madridista from his stadium, ridiculed as he was by the disaster consummated by Ancelotti. AND Xavi, with just four months on the culé bench, he already has a game to go down in history because he summed up everything he wanted and wanted from his team. No, he didn’t get the fifth. But it didn’t matter because Barcelona drew an incredibly perfect night because they wanted to see the Bernabéu again.

caught the ball Busquets and delivered a monumental lesson. A chair signed Barça in the first part governing the classic with enormous authority, clinging to the personality that each of the players had when they received the ball. He did not burn her at any time not even when vinicius broke to Araujo as soon as the meeting started. The Brazilian detected the arrival of Valverde, whose poisonous shot was repelled by the elastic Ter Stegen who released a providential hand.

Dance to Madrid

Curious. That hand made Madrid dance. Curious. That hand silenced the monumental Bernabéu, full of cranes, which outline its silhouette of a flying saucer. Curious. That hand shook the feet of the 10 Barça players on the field. From there, a shower of Barça football, capable of finding Ancelotti’s tremendous flaws, who conceded two goals in less than nine minutes, although he produced much more football. Much more to go to the locker room at halftime with a scandalous result, but he always ran into Courtois, who kept the strange and disfigured Madrid alive.

Strange because it is much less equipment without Benzema, something that was already known, but the collapse exceeded any previous expectations. Disfigured because the solution Ancelotti used to cover the devastating black hole left by the Frenchman’s absence. The Italian coach turned to Modric, dressed in the false nine costume. The never seen. Nor was it false. Not nine. Not even ten, the owner of the construction of white football. The Modric invention exploded in his hands.

The Barça, meanwhile, to his. Little by little, the Bernabéu tilted towards Courtois’s goal, who looked scared as his defense was a flan. Carvajal’s mistakes, unable to control the movements of Ferran Torres. The fragility, dramatic fragility of Nacho, whose legs were shaking when Dembélé, after an irregular start, started his motorcycle to travel happily and proudly through the Madrid prairie.

Patience as a flag

The goal came as a result of delicate and spectacular football. And not the other way around. With the flag of patience, they passed the ball as if they were playing in the sports city of Sant Joan Despí, they put together a gigantic rondo to silence Madrid, which entered the tunnel of torture. The wiggle, as Cruyff would say, was spectacular, unforgettable because it reconciled the team with its essence, the one that would match him on the trip with that 0-5 team in the emergence of the ‘flying Dutchman’ in 1974 or Barça’s 2-6 by Pep (2009).

There are games that are wonderful trips to eternity because they enter the culé memory since they also represent a destruction of catastrophic proportions for Madrid. And, above all, for Ancelotti. The goals were falling with such sweetness that they seemed like sweets raining from the sky.

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The first was a gift from Dembélé for Aubameyang to show that Madrid’s central defenders (Alaba and Militao) are less than they thought. The second signed the strategy with a corner kick served by Ousmane and an impressive header by Araujo, who again beat Alaba and Militao. The third product of the pressure, with a stunned Madrid (he never knew where he was), allowing a backheel from Auba for Ferran Torres to burst the ball into Courtois’s squad after missing the easiest goal of his life just before. And the fourth was a reward for the tenacity of the Gabonese striker as the public left the Bernabéu, tormented in such a way that he tendered his resignation.

Like Madrid. Like Ancelotti, while Barça walked proudly enjoying a heavenly night with a stadium bathed in silence.