Celta-Real Madrid Benzema has no antidote

Benzema he has scored eight goals in the last six games. He could live on that without giving any further explanation, but that's only part of his job. Whim of Florentino and Zidane, has broken in total player after thirty. Organize the team around him and give the team an unknown defensive rigor they keep Madrid alive with forty-odd injuries, which are equivalent as a handicap to a presidential election and an endorsement 'after hours'. With two goals from the French, in the hard, and a solid defense, in the mature, Madrid kept their pursuer status intact against a Celta who arrived late to the game.

The departure of Cristiano and the nightfall of Bale forced the reeducation of Madrid, which has completed a long transition from vertigo (cultivated by Mourinho) to rest. Without the goal of other times, the plan is to put the parties on their side with the players who wash the most white: Kroos and Modric. The colder they cool the duel, the more it suits Madrid. That football that enters through the head and leaves through the feet that Cruyff defended. Ask Atalanta, unable to get the tie in that round trip that would have made a team loaded with veterans dizzy. To lower the heart rate and travel at the rhythm that strengthens Madrid, the three centrals or the four midfielders are worth it, as in Balaídos, with Valverde, who often plays out of the loop: It is neither pivotal nor external, but to gain a foothold in the industry, it is obliged to accept any role. More if for his ideal position he has Kroos and Modric ahead of him, the equipment's instruction manual. The plan worked out for Madrid, with Benzema in support of all combinations, with that almighty player point in any area of ​​the field, area included.

Oh là là

Celta, in which the usual ones also form a large group, is something else. Coudet was not afraid of fantasy players (Brais, Denis, Nolito, Aspas and Mina) when he took on a runner-up team with a stormy recent history. And he had Tapia on the squad, a recuperator who pays for this offensive spree. So he mixed the one and the other.

Then it has been more unstable. Denis is his hinge footballer. He is paired with Tapia to improve the first circulation and later joins as a second instance finisher. But the first Madrid covered all the blind spots. The 'when it gets put on' that Zidane explained one day to defend the (intermittent) voluntarism of the team. Another thing is that even in his best moments Madrid does not overwhelm in the area. His is a quiet occupation, a browsing hunt, a patient waiting for the piece. This is how he reached the goal, in a handcrafted move: Kroos cut, precision pass to Benzema and control and shot in milliseconds from the French in an area where any delay kills the opportunity.

At the age of 33, Benzema has managed to make each game of his better than the previous one because every day, in addition, he attends to more things. Now he assiduously 'dystephanea', builds, filters, orders, heads, assists, finishes off. The total player. Where was this guy at for eight years? Then he gave a goal to Vinicius, who found the ball in his chest and the chance was gone. The goal continues to oppose him despite his good intentions. And before half an hour, another goal from this sacrificed and choral Madrid: Kroos theft from Tapia as a result of the high pressure and Benzema's goal after waiting for the sky to open to him. A copy of the one that opened the scoreboard against Atalanta. Teams as well-endowed as Celta are ashamed of the slightest hit and that puts them in danger against the biggest. The arithmetic says it: a point of 27 before the first seven of the League.

Aspas appears

Before the break, Coudet's team poked its head in a set piece, which is not in the first pages of its manual. A front center from Denis Suárez and a free header from Santi Mina to the net. A play without a before but that opened a later to the Galicians.

So it was. The 1-2 transformed Celta into a fierce team in pressure, aggressive, extremely tough at times. And he deactivated that silk game of the first minutes of Madrid. A radically different game remained: the ball went to Celta and space to Zidane's team. In short, a more loose but even more fun game, a better setting for the sky blue and for VInicius, whose acceleration is beyond anyone's reach.

There the best Denis Suárez appeared, to motorize the team, and gave his first signs of life Aspas, which forced a notable save from Courtois to his treacherous shot.

The entry of Asensio by Kroos gave another wing to Madrid and a more natural role to Valverde. Coudet responded with another outsider, Solari, his winter request. Aspas had time to crash the serve of a foul that Melero invented on the post. It was the last cry of Celta, the last victim of Benzema, who still had time to give a goal to Asensio, now an express scorer.