Europe lifts Madrid – AS.com

We were afraid of Lukaku while Inter was unknowingly afraid of Real Madrid. History is an intangible that counts when you step foot in Europe and it squeezes this doubtful white team. In the absence of football, the shield. Because the Real Madrid shirt weighs 140 grams but in Europe it has a strange effect, it makes that of its opponents weigh like lead. It happened to this Inter who got smaller from the opening whistle. In the goodbye of Maradona, a Madrid of ten.

Seconds before the start there was a greeting between Conte and Zidane, fratelli bianconeri, but the man from Marseille wanted to tickle his old friend. As coach Smiley did in The Prince of Bel-Air, the game slogan instead of the mythical “balls to Will” was “balls to Odegaard.” The Norwegian was not at the Di Stéfano meeting and Zidane saw the opportunity to use that uncertainty to model the system to suit the boy and without Casemiro, extra risk.
So comfortable was Odegaard in the drawing that he immediately generated a penalty. The shadow of Ramos is not the one that Varane projects, but there is Nacho, the perfect squad and son-in-law. He made Ramos unexpectedly break into the attack … in minute 5. Odegaard saw him arrive, inserted the pass between the interista lines and Barella, perhaps the most surprised of all, ran over the white center-back. In the absence of the captain, Hazard saw the open sky to gain confidence. He grabbed the leather and from eleven meters he got rid of a three-year drought without scoring in the Champions League.

The Belgian recovered himself but the film was directed by others. The waves were alternated by Modric and Odegaard, one Jedi master and the other a young Padawan, but it was Lucas Vázquez who was able to leave the match ready for papers without the timer having reached the 15th minute. petrified than a statue of the Duomo. It would have been the icing on the cake for Madrid's best first quarter of an hour in time.

Arturo Vidal, always a gallo, Barella and Gagliardini, the guardian of Conte's essences in this Inter, did not know how to decipher the white proposal but where Madrid football did not reach, the Chilean's flat encephalogram did. He rebounded asking for a penalty from Varane and the anger ended with Vidal on the verge of nailing the crest on Anthony Taylor. The English referee could not bear the offense and took him two yellows in a matter of seconds. Vidal is a repeat offender, because it happened to him with Bayern in 2017 at the Bernabéu, although that time the Hungarian Kassai exceeded the second card.

At half-time Conte reacted and at the entrance of Perisic he was the stimulant that Inter needed and that made Madrid recoil. Lukaku, until then gagged by Nacho, began to free himself. Zidane ran it with Casemiro as a muzzle and with Rodrygo as a wasp to replace a crushed but inefficient Mariano. It only took 34 seconds for the Brazilian to impale Lucas' silky center with the outside and sink Inter.

It still remains to be demonstrated, it seems that yes, that Rodrygo was born for Madrid. But he was born for the Champions League. Hat-trick to Galatasaray last season, another right hand. His file begins to gain considerably in merits and seems to be ahead of Vinicius. The punch rules.

White homage to Maradona at San Siro, a stadium that El Pelusa knew well, home to La Undécima and the scene of this other final, this time won in November. Europe always raises Madrid.