Real Sociedad-Real Madrid New leader and new mess

Madrid took their train, the Real is still confined and Piqué found debate. All in an exciting appointment in Anoeta that will make you speak. It was the night of Vinicius, the Madrid fire, which caused the penalty that broke everything, and Estrada and Munuera, who cleared a goal for Real with 0-1. It was seconds before Benzema scored the second goal with a shoulder control also for discussion, although this seemed legal. Under this commotion Madrid depends on itself in this League from now on, with the conviction of having saved the highest summit of the tournament and with the concern that without Ramos he is condemned to suffering.

After the time when Bale was a best-seller, Zidane has not found after the footballer who buckles the trident from the right. Lucas Vázquez passed by, of intact honesty but declining game; Vinicius, that in that farm it is fish out of the water; Rodrygo, academic but not mischievous; Asensio, irregular first and broken later; Valverde, with too much motor for such a narrow lane; Isco, who flees the area due to his propensity to be in contact with the ball. So the square dances and makes the drawing dance, now picked up towards a less risky 4-4-2. This time he tried Zidane with the missing one, James, a galactic come to almost nothing that he has not played in the League since October, in the defeat with consequences (the worst, for the Colombian) in Mallorca. His last game had been on February 6, precisely at the Waterloo cup against Real. It started wide open to the right and nothing happened there. Not a detail that would take away Zidane's reason for that kilometric exclusion. He is physically and emotionally stiff. He and Bale are two Rolls in the garage.

He also stopped Hazard and put Vincius on. They don't both fit in the same suit. The Brazilian was invisible in his short time against Eibar and entered with bells in the match against Valencia, but in the prepandemia he was the most decisive player of Madrid. His football invites exaggerations: great deficiencies and great virtues. In the club it is believed that he will break into genius. The fans are not so sure. In Anoeta he was the most adventurous of the group, the springboard of Madrid.

La Real did not step back. You feel, rightly, blue blood in this League, and Imanol bet on a team at full speed, with Portu and Isak, Ibrahimovic's apprentice, perhaps because of the memory effect. The two had left Madrid scars in the past.

The whirlwind VInicius

The duel between two alpha teams had a rowdy start. In two minutes Vinicius missed a great opportunity to put the right when the play called for the left after Valverde's service. It was not a prelude to anything. La Real, who had been listening for two games, advanced their pressure zone and stopped Madrid soon with more organization than ambition and Zidane's team did not press as if the League were doing this. These minimalist breaks in Madrid are common. Even on profitable evenings like against Eibar and Valencia. So the thing was drifting in tostón, in comings and goings without auction without more agitation than that of Vinicius for his band, that whirlwind without temper that broke the speed limits of the game. He had supersonic moments and a powerful shot and without placement at the edge of the break that Remiro rejected. The impression was always that he went to Madrid to sink his teeth into the game.

Benzema stayed on as a composer, but here and now he is for everything. Madrid was what the table says: a solvent group behind, with Carvajal at the head of the demonstration, and without charm in front. Before the break he tried from afar, as if the goals were going to fall on him via satellite. Valverde, a source of energy in crisis, has fallen into the group affected by confinement.

Neither did Real have any differential events in that first half. Isak did not serve the stride before two centrals with a lot of mili and Neither Portu nor Oyarzabal nor Odegaard had an arrival. That pulse without a winner seemed to act in favor of Madrid. In this five-change neofootball a team is worth what its bench is worth. And that of Madrid is platinum.

For that to break, however, it didn't take that long. They came back from the locker room the same and with the same appearance: 21 with his foot on the brake and Vinicius, which went upstream along the bottom line with a chain of bankruptcies until it was blocked by Llorente at the time of the auction. Great news for Madrid, for the value of a goal in such a tight match, followed by another very negative, the injury of Sergio Ramos, who had converted the penalty from 0-1.

Imanol, who changed to Alavés at one stroke (seeing the team play would have replaced seven more if he had left the IFAB), modified the record. He changed the vigilante Vinicius (from Gorosabel to Elustond) and brought in an overflowing footballer, Januzaj, for a missing Oyarzabal.

That put Madrid, shocked by the loss of Ramos, far behind. And then the mess came. A distant shot from Januzaj passed close (or not so close) to Merino and entered. Estrada appreciated an alleged influence of the Navarrese. Only his assistant and Munuera saw him. A goal of law that half ruined the referees of the direct and the deferred. And almost immediately, 0-2, in Benzema's half lap after control with the shoulder and Merino's unsuspected fainting. Here Estrada was right, but the wound was already open. Then he cut Merino, brutal left with a cowering Madrid without its captain. Now LaLiga is in your hand, which is not too firm either.