Madrid is destitute.
From the outset, as paphilous against a rookie in the First Division such as Cádiz as against a Shakhtar of reserves, youth, so battered by the virus that he did not give him to make changes until minute 85. In the first half he swept Real, a Madrid without football or heart.
A blast in the second stage brought him closer to the comeback, but this Real is not for the epic.
Apparently these days, it's in the bones.
Photogallery: Real Madrid - Shakhtar, in pictures
For Valdebebas, the public exiled, Madridismo suffered cathodic hallucinations.
It was not a science fiction series.
A Ukrainian team, earthy, not arrived from Mars, and with a squad of players in quarantine, disfigured Real Madrid.
The most totemic team in the history of the European Cup turned to ashes by a rival that is not part of the great chancelleries of European football.
Above, forced to pull a troop of substitutes and some Brazilian cadets.
Donetsk is a youth transit for Brazilians looking for great shop windows in Europe.
The Shakhtar enlists up to 13. Some promise.
Real MadridCourtois, Marcelo, Eder Militao, Varane, Ferland Mendy, Casemiro, Federico Valverde, Modric (Kroos, min. 69), Rodrygo (Benzema, min. 45), Jovic (Vinicius Junior, min. 58) and Marco AsensioShakhtarAnatolii Trubin, Valerii Bondar, Viktor Korniienko, Davit Khocholova, Dodo, Mateus, Manor Soloman (Vitão, min. 91), Maycon de Andrade Barberan, Marlos, Marcos Bahía (Bogdan V'Yunnik, min. 93) and Dentinho (Heorhii Sudakov, min. 85)
32: Varane (pp).
41: Manor Soloman.
58: Vinicius Junior.
Referee Srdjan Jovanovic Yellow cards Viktor Korniienko (min. 7), Marco Asensio (min. 33), Valerii Bondar (min. 82) and Eder Militao (min. 86)
A growing unease portrayed a stiff Real Madrid, disturbed as few times in recent times.
Madrid seemed like any other team against Shakhtar, who is not exactly a member of the world soccer hall of fame.
And less with 10 casualties, most of the damn bug.
Those who were healthy rose up.
From necessity, virtue.
A modest transgressor ready to improvise glory.
In front, a Real without Ramos or Juanitos.
A Real without a popular coat, without that terrifying Bernabéu for rivals and for their own if they are lazy.
At Di Stéfano, 11 solitudes portrayed by an opponent unexpectedly turned into a nightmare for Madrid in their fetish cup.
A team, Zidane's, ramshackle, without a chest do until a while after the break.
A passive and brittle Madrid like any set of the broom truck.
Suddenly Kornienko, a left-handed winger, was a torpedo.
Marlos, an illustrated man, the same as Tete, Marcos Antonio, Dentinho and others.
Madrid did a lot of their part to make the Shakhtar of the first act look like a vein of Brazil from 70. Some pressed while a few whistled and the rest made the statue.
With the ball or without the ball, Madrid did not rhyme, a horror.
A bargain for visitors.
As in the private courtyard, Marlos planted himself a couple of times before Courtois.
First he was stunned and then finished with plasticine feet before the departure of the Belgian.
Zidane did not find Mendy, a closed left-hander, as a right back.
Marcelo was not rowing either.
Rodrygo was a foreign body and Asensio still doesn't have a reel.
Jovic nested in the area, waiting for a header.
He had one, but he scratched the ball with his teeth.
Madrid was a little walk.
Kornienko put Tete into orbit, which sealed the 0-1.
Varane, as if the Champions League had made him rewind the sleeplessness against Manchester City, finished in the opposite direction (0-2).
And Solomon, after a wonderful taquito from Tete, accentuated the Madrid abyss (0-3).
Seeing is believing.
The Real was pure jug.
Goal annulled by the VAR
Against Cádiz, at halftime, ZZ maneuvered without fanfare.
Sharp, he ordered four changes.
This time he only tied the tie to Benzema.
Modric, with a whip, seemed to serve as a bugle call.
Vinicius burst in and in a blink of an eye he certified 2-3.
Another Madrid, another volume.
But the cheeky and tuned Shakhtar, who was about to hunt down the Real again with some diabolical cons, never crumpled.
While the Ukrainian team was not shivering, even knowing that on the bench they barely had resources, Madrid did not keep the fire going.
Little by little it ran out of combustion.
Valverde hit a terminal shot already in added time, but the referee consulted the video and caught Vinicius like a stalactite in the goalkeeper's nose.
Not even in the VAR did Madrid find help on the way to the Camp Nou, brooding over two unexpected and consecutive defeats.
Both have time for the remedy.
But this Wednesday's leaves little room for another setback.
And a jolt in Barcelona ...