Little joke with this solid, solid Cádiz.
A very well trained team that had a historic joy at Alfredo di Stéfano.
Because legendary will be his first victory against Madrid as a visitor after 16 challenges settled with a draw in 1992 and 15 defeats.
Nothing was left by the Cadiz team in Valdebebas.
The Real left everything, which gave up from the warm-up.
A bland and boneless team that was fossilized by an opponent who had no respects.
He defended marvelously and stretched enough to leave his rival hidalgo blown away.
This Cádiz has a chassis, for something it adds three victories away from Carranza.
He has not returned to First and is managing like the angels with the format that made him fly in Second.
Madrid, lazy from the beginning, had little response, except for a spark in the second half.
First it was a rock, a cachazudo team.
Then, with the water around his neck, it was a little more expansive, but he stayed on the shore with all his deservedness.
To benefit, the one from Cádiz, a set with armor in the rear.
A team in which nobody is erased and that does not get complex when it has horizons.
Real MadridCourtois, Nacho, Varane, Marcelo, Sergio Ramos (Eder Militao, min. 45), Modric (Casemiro, min. 45), Kroos (Jovic, min. 77), Isco (Federico Valverde, min. 45), Lucas Vázquez (Marco Asensio, min. 45), Benzema and Vinicius JuniorCádiz Jeremias Ledesma, Fali, Cala, Luis Espino, Carlos Akapo, José Mari (Garrido, min. 75), Salvi, Álex (Jairo Izquierdo, min. 85), Jens Jonsson ( Augusto, min. 85), Negredo (Álvaro, min. 80) and Lozano (Malbasic, min. 45)
Referee Santiago Jaime Latre Yellow cards Sergio Ramos (min. 33) and Eder Militao (min. 91)
Without even sputtering a drop of football, a drowsy Real Madrid let himself go in such a way that if Cádiz did not give him the thrust it was because it is Cádiz.
A team with defensive volume, but still filming in First.
Not half a dozen visiting occasions in the first half served as a rattle for Zidane's group.
Neither did Lozano's goal at a quarter of an hour, derived from the heartiness of the Cadiz team against a moth-eaten Real Madrid.
It is already known: that if the parenthesis of the selection window, that if the Champions League returns this week, that if next Saturday it's time to visit Barça ...
Not a trace of the presumable royalty of the Real, in flip-flops the entire first act.
Not a single line of a possible Cádiz only arranged to the float.
It was much more, especially until the intermission.
Only one set appeared in Valdebebas, that of Álvaro Cervera.
A facundo team, without complexes.
Without the usual antics of those clubs of the supposed broom truck that pull the budget alibi and others to tiptoe before the greats.
Nothing to do with this Cádiz that boasts of camaraderie, that does not hide its defense with green berets and that is known by heart.
A team of musketeers.
A team in which everyone sweats like showers.
Not a blow was granted to Madrid, which found no refuge with anyone.
Not a millimeter had Vinicius, Benzema and company until the greatest effort of the second half.
After a mummified Real Madrid was cast, Cádiz not only had defensive baggage, its main hallmark.
After a minute and a half, Sergio Ramos had to sweep a shot from Negredo under the crossbar, who headed like a pretty guillo after a quarter of an hour when it comes to a forceful striker in the air.
So bizarre was Cádiz that even Cala, a central defender, ventured towards Courtois.
His spicy shot was deflected by the Belgian goalkeeper.
Until an assist with the head of Negredo left Lozano in front of Courtois.
A goal son of the Cadiz game.
Actually, until the break, the only contender who appeared at the Alfredo di Stéfano.
Negredo and Lozano were bidding.
José Mari and Jonsson were pulling pick and shovel.
Álex Fernández nagged his brother Nacho and Salvi challenged Marcelo.
In the trench, without wrinkles, except for some escape from goalkeeper Ledesma.
A header from Varane after a corner kick was all that Madrid proposed.
It was not overlooked by Zidane, who in the intermission wanted to nip the stingy air of his team in the bud.
At one stroke, four changes.
The obligated Sergio Ramos, injured after a run over to Lozano —which was also damaged—, and those of Modric, Isco and Lucas Vázquez.
It may well have changed anyone else.
Back from the truce, Cádiz became increasingly embedded, lost offensive thread.
And, at least, something revolted Madrid.
Nothing troubadour, but with another roll up.
From a stiff and suburban Real to a slightly more shirtless Real.
He never threw wit, tailcoat, but he did have another pyrotechnics.
If you want to shake some discharge in the perimeter of Ledesma.
Vinicius had it, on an outing for the goalkeeper's grapes.
And also Jovic, penalized for an offside of Benzema.
The French striker himself created the best local opportunity, a shoe hit the crossbar.
Madrid abused the lateral centers and only Benzema, from time to time, proposed another script.
So much vulgarity was not enough and the Real took an unexpected scourge.
As deserved for this Cádiz as it is deserved for a Madrid party.