The glory of Madrid is infinite

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A colossal Courtois and a punctual Vinicius accentuated the legend of Real Madrid, as glorious in the 1950s as it is now.

At the foundation of the European Cup and 67 years later.

It is the fable of him.

An unparalleled success that is perpetuated and passed on from generation to generation.

And there is no reply.

It is Real Madrid.

No more.

Because nobody wins like this club, which has stunned world football.

PSG, Chelsea, City... and Liverpool fell like dominoes.

LIVLiverpool

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Alisson, Ibrahima Konate, A. Robertson, Virgil Van Dijk, Trent Alexander-Arnold, Thiago (Roberto Firmino, min. 76), Fabinho, Henderson (Naby Keita, min. 76), Salah, Luis Díaz (Diogo Jota, min. 64) and Mane

RMA Real Madrid

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Courtois, Dani Carvajal, Ferland Mendy, Alaba, Eder Militao, Casemiro, Kroos, Modric (Dani Ceballos, min. 89), Benzema, Vinicius Junior (Rodrygo, min. 92) and Federico Valverde (Camavinga, min. 84)

Goals

0-1 min.

58: Vinicius Jr.

Referee

Clement Turpin

Yellow cards Fabinho (min. 61)

None of the defeated will be able to say that he was inferior.

They all made merits.

But Lineker didn't quite hit the mark.

Football is not that sport in which Germany always sings bingo.

The former English striker forgot about Madrid, which has lost three finals out of 17 in the European Cup, the last in the football Pleistocene (1981).

In Paris, Rafa Nadal's private patio, an enthusiastic spectator in Saint-Denis, rose again.

He did not specify his mythical comebacks.

A Vinicius crochet and the infinite inspiration of Courtois were enough for him.

The rest was taken care of by the frustrated Liverpool.

Play played, and better than Madrid.

But when it comes to winning, you don't play with Madrid.

That is another matter.

Real Madrid was delayed as much as the match, marked for history by the chaotic preliminaries, with many supporters bidding to turn Saint-Denis into a drain.

When football arrives, you know, for this team the matches end, they don't start.

His thing is the lace when there is no time to blink.

It is possible that he tries the pithing when the first half falls, which leaves the rival with the capacity to react, but also afflicts a lash just before the truce.

Especially if until then the executioner has been subdued, in the case of Real, of that Real that plays in the waiting room until its moment is given.

Only Madrid knows what he is talking about.

His opponents smell it.

They sense it even if there are no reasons.

Real saves like nobody else.

There is no team more storyteller.

Except for that extraordinary and punctual sentinel that is Courtois, not a single thing had left Madrid when the mess came near the break with Benzema's non-goal.

The Madrid captain hunted in a thong behind Liverpool.

He faked the goalkeeper Alisson and the play, colliding with Benzema in the scrubbing, got confused.

A rebound between the Brazilian goalkeeper and his comrade Konaté.

Valverde went to the assault and caused another rejection, this time in Fabinho.

The ball, crazy, led to Benzema, who holed.

The VAR called a symposium and several minutes later: play annulled.

Perhaps it was interpreted that in Valverde's rejection, prior to Fabinho's, the French striker was already out of place.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

In this hyper-professionalized football, it turns out that the commissioners, those on the field and those in x-ray, hide the reasons for their decisions from the staff.

Before the relief due to the judicial decree, Liverpool had touched Madrid during the first half hour.

Faced with the frenzy of those of Jürgen Klopp, a delinquent Real, very contained in his ranch.

Nobody aired the whites, despite the eloquent fuss of Benzema, Modric... And let's not mention Courtois.

Salah and Thiago put him to the test with bad grapes.

The Egyptian repeated and Mané did not hold back, but the Belgian, who has poles for arms, deflected the Senegalese's shot to his right post.

They were moments in which the English team overwhelmed Real.

Nobody pulled a crutch for the temple, and even Konaté, who is not Jamaican, won a race against Vinicius.

The Real, on the ropes, patient with the Real.

Liverpool went and went.

Madrid would go... And what if it was.

There were no other clues after intermission.

The reds charged again, ordered by Thiago —who with Klopp copies Toni Kroos—, launched by Alexander-Arnold and shaken by Luis Díaz, Mané and Salah.

The Real shook off the leash as best he could.

And when he couldn't: Courtois, immense from start to finish.

The matches in this Madrid have a lot of pugilism, so fitter, so clinical knockout.

Hold on hold until he released the hook.

Valverde opened gas on the right wing and his center with dynamite caught Alexander-Arnold on the moon of Paris.

Vinicius has become so optimistic about the goal that he is even a rogue.

Vinicius's goal turned to Courtois's scene.

The Madrid of the areas, where so many disputes are settled.

The Belgian goalkeeper put the closure over and over again, to the despair of the Anfield boys.

Especially from Salah, far surpassed by Courtois, hero of the 14th that Vinicius certified in the manner of this Real Madrid: because yes.

Miracles are prohibited.

This Madrid only has to do with Madrid.

Madrid can only be admired.

It is Madrid and period.

For centuries, the champion of champions.

Europe is your league.

And league like no one.

Real Madrid is infinite.

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