What happened at the Bernabéu has two explanations: PSG still does not have the face of an ogre, that history puts it and not money, and Madrid will never take it away, even with more veterans than novices, nostalgia than realities and oligarchs than girls from Madrid. From his status as a legend, legends also live. It was a night at the height of the greatest, which began with Mbappé, who turned out to be friendly fire, and ended gloriously with Benzema, who will have a hard time dethroning. His performance will go down in the history of an eternally indestructible team. The last four years of his cleanse his previous sins more than enough.
A comeback attempt goes beyond an outburst. Naturally, the public is needed, which was left free of suspicion despite his applause for Mbappé when her name was sounded on the public address system. It is also necessary to get carried away by adrenaline, which decides the qualifying rounds. But the bottom line is a lasting plan. The one from Madrid was sung: an initial pressure to the jugular of PSG, which outside of Paris is something else, and Vinicius unleashed, who came out determined to torture Achraf. At 10 seconds Madrid was already in the French area, at 36 they had recovered the first ball 20 meters from Donnarumma. “We are going to play the match that the fans want,” Ancelotti had said, who knows the house well. This is an emotional audience, to whom excessive touch seems to be beating around the bush.
That expansive football that lasted very little for Madrid also has contraindications, more so against an opponent whose squad is Hollywood, a blockbuster that not only looks great in the photo but is really Astifino.
To that initial rush from Madrid that remained tentative, Mbappé, the head of the cartel, had a response, to which Pochettino, to sneak Neymar, placed at the top, with Messi defeated on the right, which was already his hangar at Barça . He took a breath to introduce himself to the event. Two deep gallops with angled shots that Courtois took from him. When the third warning came, from Neymar, Madrid had already subsided, in pressure and in arrivals, without the first objective: to score a goal that would leave him face to face with PSG. Twenty minutes later, Madrid seemed to have returned to the Paris match: without the ball, in their field, almost subdued.
From that he got a screw shot from Benzema, who put it as a goal. In short, we were facing a weathervane match, closer to the predictions than to what was convenient for Madrid, which needed to continue its harassment and close communication between the PSG midfielders and their platinum trident. That is where Ancelotti’s team longed for Casemiro, their artificer in the area.
The game was in a hilarious go to come. In the same minute Makkelie, from the permissive Mateu school, disallowed a goal from Mbappé for Nuno Mendes being offside and Donnarumma headed Benzema. A presumably equal game that was not because Mbappé is still from PSG and not from Madrid. That white dream is more than justified.
Near the break Neymar shot at the crack with Madrid very uncomfortable and he did not stop until the area, he looked for the stick for which neither Alaba, the last frontier, nor Courtois were waiting for him and forced Madrid to multiply the comeback by two. The white team celebrated the break after spending five more minutes of punishment in their area.
Madrid, from then on, had no choice but to open the grave, which is always a shot in the air and a shot in the temple if Mbappé is in front, who had a goal that was going to the Louvre canceled: Courtois passed out without touching the ball before scoring. The missing shot was given to him by Donnarumma in one foot, by fooling around with the ball in the small area. Benzema cleaned it up in a play that the VAR here would have invalidated due to a lack of nine (UEFA’s is for major matters) and ended up equalizing after the ball passed through Vinicius.
That imprudence turned the game upside down. It was the push that restored faith to a hitherto inferior Madrid and on the verge of listening to his response. In that second outburst, Benzema was able to score again, with a header, and Vinicius, who missed a frank left-footed shot in the small area. He still has things left from his first stage. By then Ancelotti had added oxygen with Camavinga and Rodrygo and had placed Alaba, a side with more flight, on the left wing. PSG chickened out and Benzema, who for accounting purposes is on a par with Mbappé, unleashed the madness. Two shots at the first touch, two goals for the undisputed leader of the team, the project and whatever comes. Also a hook to convince Mbappé. At his side you will feel safe and happy.