A Madrid wild boar

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A Madrid wild boar rebelled at the last minute and with everything against them, they came back from the tie against Elche in an extension with many plots.

In that period Marcelo was expelled and Verdú immediately scored.

One step away from swallowing the Cup, two opening act burst in, Isco and Hazard, to send a courageous Elche to the canvas who was one step away from the feat.

But this Cup does not seem like a minor matter for this Real in voracious hours and in which everyone joined, from Lunin to Ceballos, when the team was facing an alpine stage at the end of the third period.

ELCElche

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Axel Werner, Helibelton Palacios, John Donald (Gonzalo Verdú, min. 86), Mojica, Diego González, Fidel, Gumbau, Raúl Guti, Josan (Tete Morente, min. 65), Guido Carrillo (José Luis Friaza, min. 94) and Lucas Pérez (Pere Milla, min. 78)

RMA Real Madrid

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Andriy Lunin, Alaba, Lucas Vázquez, Nacho, Marcelo, Camavinga (Casemiro, min. 71), Federico Valverde (Modric, min. 71), Kroos (Dani Ceballos, min. 90), Jovic (Isco, min. 78), Vinicius Junior (Ferland Mendy, min. 117) and Rodrygo (Hazard, min. 90)

Goals

1-0 min.

102: Gonzalo Verdu.

1-1 min.

107: Isco.

1-2 minutes

114: Hazard.

Yellow cards Kroos (min. 77), Casemiro (min. 86), Pere Milla (min. 86) and Alaba (min. 93)

Red cards Marcelo (min. 101) and Pere Milla (min. 121)

Long before the visiting chest, in Elche and throughout the football universe, people rubbed their eyes. At 10 minutes, the arcane of the season, of the century perhaps. One could only think of some council of witchcraft against Argentine striker Guido Carrillo. Marcelo's chain came off, Josan advanced and quoted his colleague with the most preschool goal of his life. One meter from a wide open goal, with no crocodiles around, Carrillo hit with his left foot and the ball must have suffered a sprain. Or some dizziness, who knows, because he crashed into the crossbar. Toad feet. A touch with the bunion, with the laces, would have served. Not to Carrillo, who repeated the resounding auction a million times, it would not turn out the same. It remained to review the x-rays of the television. Nothing at all,not a fly to justify the colossal blunder.

The play served as a rattle to the game. From the outset, no one rose up among the platoon of substitutes enlisted by Ancelotti. A Madrid without seven starters, with Camavinga de Casemiro, Valverde de Modric, Jovic de Benzema... Real, entrusted by Carrillo, processed the Cup. Without further ado. No chicha, no outbursts. By then, all very bland. Elche, also with casualties, to their own. It's a crystal clear team. It packs well and fan out with the ends like fans. Especially on the left, where Mojica and Fidel are driving him. The final point, Carrillo this time. A footballer with a better head than feet, the striker shot from the pole and caught two aerial shots. One went off course, the other was decisively rejected by Lunin, Courtois's water carrier.

Madrid was slow to react, finding the best escape route in the eternal Marcelo.

There were no warnings against Werner, the local goalkeeper, until the Madrid captain teamed up with Vinicius.

The crossroads of two virtuosos from yesterday and today.

The Brazilians intimidated and the third, Rodrygo, almost sealed the goal after a virguería by Marcelo.

There was no more ingenuity in Real, limited to the beat of Kroos and little else.

At rest, a unanimous chatter.

Hundreds of round tables trying to reason out the unreasonable: Carrillo's incredible non-goal.

Madrid woke up after the truce, looser, more determined.

Jovic lacked expertise in a shot, but Vinicius and Rodrygo hit with greater insistence.

From Lunin there was no longer any news, with Elche increasingly overcast.

After the hour, Ancelotti intervened. In case anyone had suspected otherwise when reviewing the starting lineup, he made it clear that the Cup is not a halt. A bugle call to the Praetorians. Casemiro and Modric entered for the irrelevant Valverde and Camavinga. Another tune. The meeting was already very long for the Elche team. Without the ball tied, he only found refuge in Werner's ranch, increasingly on alert. The Argentine goalkeeper was solvent in a shot with bad grapes from Casemiro.

When the Madrid team was pressing the hardest, the Italian coach made an unexpected decision. He took Jovic out of Werner's area and took Isco back as an orthopedic solution. A Madrid without battering rams to track the goal. Real did not find the shortcuts that Ancelotti should have foreseen and the duel led to the third period, the second for Madrid in their last three games. A lot of whiplash for the

of these times, with the people very exhausted with so much hustle and bustle.

Hazard and Ceballos are fresh, and Rodrygo and Kroos take over for the last half hour. There was no turn for Bale. It's been a while since we no longer know what it's for, or when it's there. In Elche he was, and with accurate footsteps, Marcelo. But a local counter caught him as the last riot police and his tripping over Morente condemned him to expulsion. Marcelo's foul gave rise to Verdú's goal after a rebound in Ceballos. A nuisance of extra time, at a disadvantage on the scoreboard, reduced to 10 players, without jackals in Werner's area... With everything against Madrid resurfaced and Isco and Hazard melted Elche. Two players come out of the dark room to derail the rival. An Elche that both cursed Fidel's debatable last-gasp annulled goal —after a struggle between Verdú and Lucas Vázquez— and Real's final rebellion. And of course,two hours later no one had forgotten about Carrillo.

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