Madrid leaves Chelsea speechless

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This is how Madrid wins.

So, ask no more.

No one in the football universe has the illogical logic of Real.

Football goes on one side and Madrid on the other.

The rivals, be they the catwalk PSG or the champion Chelsea, can shake him.

It may also be that, as in the case of the London team, the physical difference seems abysmal.

It does not matter.

With their tongues out and a defense in the box, Real forced an extension in an agonizing way from which they emerged as semi-finalists.

Miracle?

No, it's Madrid, stupid, both supporters and detractors say.

And all, one and the other, agree that Modric is a moving youth.

RMAReal Madrid

two

Courtois, Dani Carvajal, Nacho (Lucas Vázquez, min. 87), Ferland Mendy (Marcelo, min. 77), Alaba, Casemiro (Rodrygo, min. 77), Kroos (Camavinga, min. 72), Modric, Vinicius Junior ( Dani Ceballos, minute 114), Federico Valverde and Benzema

Che Chelsea

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Edouard Mendy, Reece James, Thiago Silva, Rüdiger, Marcos Alonso, Kovacic (Jorginho, min. 105), Loftus-Cheek (Saúl, min. 105), Kante (Hakim Ziyech, min. 99), Kai Havertz, Mason Mount and Timo Werner (Christian Pulisic, min. 82)

Goals

0-1 min.

14: MasonMount.

0-2 min.

50: Rudiger.

0-3 min.

74: Timo Werner.

1-3 min.

79: Rodrigo.

2-3 min.

95: Benzema.

Referee

Szymon Marciniak

Yellow cards Reece James (min. 9), Benzema (min. 36), Federico Valverde (min. 67), Camavinga (min. 90), Hakim Ziyech (min. 101), Kai Havertz (min. 108), Azpilicueta ( min. 112) and Dani Carvajal (min. 117)

In football, a week is plenty of time for a needle change.

It happened in this tie between the current European champion and the great governor of the tournament.

In Chamartín, despite the environmental clothing, Chelsea was not even remotely the

team of the first leg.

Neither Real Madrid the overwhelming and expansive set of London.

At the Bernabéu, Tuchel's group posed a hunchbacked and disturbing duel to the local team.

An anomaly.

Those of Ancelotti, so doctorate in the European Cup, did not know how to manage the clash.

Madrid considered the challenge as an extension of the Stamford Bridge match, not as a new challenge.

Consequence: a flat Real in attack and screwed in front of Courtois.

Opposite, a bizarre adversary who undermined the field with individual duels in all sectors.

He never minded staying in a thong against Benzema and Vinicius, the best couple of jackals of the moment.

Not even when James, commissioner of Vinicius to the detriment of the stranded Christensen of the first leg, charged with a card after ten minutes.

So blurred was Madrid that no one looked for another

assault with James.

The Real was lukewarm, the English team pulled the jaw.

Marcos Alonso, a false winger, played as a winger and forced Valverde to anchor himself as a defender.

Chelsea found their base camp in the central zone.

In superiority in that sector, he maneuvered with firmness and courage until he found the Courtois ranch.

After a quarter of an hour, as a result of the Madridista imbroglio, Nacho and Alaba fell into the trap.

Werner and Havertz dragged them out of the central zone, through which Mount burst unhindered to seal the 0-1.

Madrid felt the jolt of Mount's scourge.

Increasingly overcast, he could not find the thread of Kroos and Modric, encircled by a Chelsea at full volume.

There were also no crumbs from Vinicius and Benzema.

The painting at La Castellana has to weather the storm, waiting for those unexpected comets that distinguish it in Europe even on bad nights.

A shot from Benzema deflected by Thiago Silva was the only local flare before the truce.

Visiting chances were few and far between, but Chelsea's power was eloquent.

This time, a tireless, energetic and ambitious team that never offered fixed sequences to the contrary, anyone appeared where they were not expected.

A mess for the whites.

He did not change the plot at the beginning of the second act.

Chelsea himself;

the same Madrid.

And it happened that the 0-2 came as a son of the game.

Rudiger headed a corner and distressed the Bernabéu: 0-2.

This time, the second lament served as a rattle and for a few moments the stadium burned.

The team followed, finally looser and with another hook.

Decisive VAR

Luckily for Madrid, at its best the VAR gave him an extra ball.

Marcos Alonso, a former Madridista, nailed the 0-3 after a blunder by Mendy, the white Mendy.

But the spies reported a hand from Marquitos's grandson, much more than a lateral, great all night in attack.

A hand, yes, of these finicky times.

Soon, Valverde almost toasted with a right hand with shrapnel.

And the same with Benzema with a header – a copy of the one that meant the 0-2 in London – that went to the crossbar of Mendy, the one from Chelsea.

Two sparks without continuity.

The game belonged to Tuchel's team, especially after the 0-3 certified by Werner in another lack of control by Real.

It could have been worse if Courtois hadn't been Courtois in a header from Havertz.

But nobody has as many European lives as Madrid.

It's amazing how he procures moments even when he's comatose.

The rivals, champions or not, do not explain it to him.

They don't know that the madridistas either.

It happens, no more.

Suddenly, a pass from Modric with Modric's denomination of origin —with the outside instep of his right foot— quoted Rodrygo with the goal in his first intervention: 1-3.

Even when it seemed not to touch, Madrid came back at least to earn a third time.

This is how this club is, as capable in good times as in bad or very bad.

There is no symposium to unravel it.

How to interpret if not that Real came out victorious from an extension that came in the bones and with a defense as improvised as this: Lucas, Carvajal, Alaba and Marcelo.

No one would have bet on Madrid if it wasn't Madrid.

Until that glacial Benzema arrived at Real 13 years ago, he has metabolized to the marrow what this unique club is.

Kitten Benzema today goes hunting big game even when he seems melted by Rudiger and his comrades.

Nobody gave a real for Madrid when Vinicius assisted his colleague and instructor for the withering 2-3.

How?

Don't ask.

This is how Madrid wins.

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