Real Madrid is a living fire

When Rodrygo scored the first of his two goals, prodigies of a clean and poisonous stiletto who has never played for Madrid in his natural position, center forward, Luka Modric went to look for Marcelo and the two remained embracing, short and charming, celebrating the League in the first part.

It was the love of the last works, the feeling that the band is already getting together to give their last hits.

Modric is one year younger than Rodrygo's father.

Marcelo debuted in Madrid 16 years ago.

Both are worshiped at the Bernabéu, representatives of a world that refuses to go extinct.

Madrid has won a League that began with two stars in the starting eleven, Gareth Bale and Eden Hazard, of whom there is no news today.

Madrid has won a League making a 34-year-old striker the best in the world, top scorer in Spain and Europe.

Madrid has won a League in April with the son of a peasant from Reggiolo on the bench, a guy who made cheese in his youth and who waited for the Parmigiano Reggiano to cure to sell it and get some money.

When he was a player he went out one night to the San Siro with a legendary team and gave Madrid the win of his life in the European Cup.

A countryman, the classic old man who likes to drink good wine, eat bologna and wear a hat at family celebrations.

He has also taken a liking to singing

: good people.

A man who has understood the philosophy of Madrid;

You come to the Bernabéu like life, to have a good time, to be young for the second time, to have a laugh with the anti-Madrid supporters, to score goals in stoppage time and to win everything.

Modric and Marcelo's embrace on the pitch is the embrace at the bar when the lights come on, a minute before the owner says the magic words: "Now behind closed doors."

And so, in that atmosphere of exclusivity, shared by millions of people, but with the feeling that the bar is only closed for you, Madrid has crushed the League.

With an audience in the stadium, without masks, making out with strangers: when life came back, Real was still there.

In the 7th minute the Bernabéu, which always remembers its legend Juanito, conjured up to sing to Cristiano Ronaldo, Madrid's second Di Stéfano.

The star has recently lost a son.

Ronaldo is so Real Madrid, like Sergio Ramos, that any tribute will always be little.

Impossible not to detect in the stadium, in that memory, the feeling of strangeness caused by the situation of the two players;

the time they have lost away from the Bernabéu (“beyond the Bernabéu, the Earth is flat”, as his father told Ray Loriga), the opportunity they had to have finished his career escorting the backbone that remains of the Madrid that began in 2009 and hatched in the 93rd minute of a match in May 2014. That old and worn column still raises a body full of good news like Vinicius, Rodrygo, Militao,

This Saturday Real made a very soft Espanyol fly with four blows, one of them from Karim Benzema.

The striker who only played for those who knew about football has achieved the miracle: that everyone knows about football or pretends it out of respect for a player who has had the patience with them that they did not have with him.

And in the midst of the collective ecstasy of winning a title, with people crowding the surroundings of Cibeles and everyone enthroning players and coach, Madrid is played again all Wednesday.

It is likely that if it is lost, the gloomy omens will begin, the blacklists, the whistles, living is not worth living.

That's why Madrid is so much fun;

that's why it's not a club or more than a club: it's an experience that you have to live, even if you don't like football, once in your life.

For that also,

Van Palomaain said that you have to come to Madrid to train single.

Always living, as David Gistau put it, "in the epic rush of a few final burning minutes."

That he thought that he defined Madrid, but he defined a way of understanding everything.

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