Elche-Real Madrid Vinicius adds and continues

Without Cristiano, Neymar and Messi, the League aimed to flatten out at the poles. The new order put Barça ninth, allowed Osasuna to draw at the Bernabéu without hanging from the crossbar, raised Levante twice against Atleti and brought Elche very close to Madrid for a day. The hundred points are already on Mars and Sevilla or La Real, in the neck of the greats. But perhaps we are a quarter of an hour away from another footballer, Vinicius, ending that equality. His mambo took Elche ahead in a party that partially rehabilitated the late Mariano and he left Pastore and Boyé in a good place.

Under the motto ‘better a nine than none’, Ancelotti rolled the blanket over his head and, without anesthesia, put Mariano, who had not played an official game for five and a half months and almost a rehearsal one for three. The best thing is that he was right. The worst, that it has been slow to guess that there is an alternative. The reason why he has been a ghost player until now is kept in the Italian’s black box. It was the finish of a moderately subversive line-up, with Lucas Vázquez and Marcelo as wingers, And that yes, with Modric, Casemiro and Kroos in the center of the field, eternal umbrella of Ancelotti and of those who preceded him. Jovic was left on the bench, who pays for the lack of smell and attitude in equal measure.

Mojica’s mistake

Elche’s line-up also had its grace, although perhaps it was not made to its owner, Bragarnik: there were only two of the seven Argentines that he promotes in the initial team. One of them, Pastore, a blue-blooded footballer who has been greatly diminished by injuries, and the other, Lucas Boyé, one of those strikers who find it difficult to find their place in the world. Elche has rescued them. They had a great game. A coach is paid well for that, so that those who like him, those of the boss and those of the public play without going over eleven. And if it is possible to win. The thing was in a 4-1-4-1, with Lucas Pérez very beaten on the right and Pastore almost as a midfielder.

There is no worse news for a team that the rival knows what to expect. Elche knew it, who doubled the guard on Vinicius. I guessed that there is the treasure of Madrid, but this is a business in which small mistakes cause big disasters. It was committed by Mojica in an exit from the left. He handed the ball to Casemiro with Elche very uncomfortable. What came next was lightning. Midfielder pass, high heels on Mariano’s march, Benzema style school of fine arts maneuver, and rEmate crossed from Vinicius, in spark mode, to the network.

Until then, only a very non-tyrannical domination of Madrid had been registered, two distant shots by Rodrygo, his early injury (replaced by Asensio; Hazard is still at the bottom of the closet), some good strokes by Pastore and an attack by Lucas Boyé, Whose sharp whiplash was rejected by Courtois with an iron fist. And to that equality badly controlled by Madrid, the game returned with the parenthesis of Another Mariana appearance: the debutant in the course put an impossible sprint, fainted Casilla with a feint and ended up crashing his shot on the side of the net. By half a meter he did not end up in an art gallery.

The red one to Raúl Guti

There was no decomposition of Elche, who did not take the goal as a sentence but as an accident. He had the draw before the break. Lost it because Lucas Pérez was struck by a heel from Pastore (the afternoon was involved in art) on his right, his wooden leg. The game came to partially agree with the franjiverde fans: with these players the team can play better than it has done so far. In reality, there is no hobby in the world, however pessimistic it may be, that does not think the same.

Neither did Madrid come out to file the case in the second half and that the greater daring of Elche put the game in the environmental condition that he likes the most because he is better at running than thinking. But the matter remained balanced as Boyé raised the bar with each snatch. His persistence bothered Madrid a lot and alerted Ancelotti, who got his two starting full-backs. It was after the fatal recklessness of Raúl Guti, who cost him the red for his second inning on Kroos, when the train left. It came from a volley that Courtois stopped him and betrayed his drive in a later recovery attempt.

The next step was taken by Vinicius, that went from zero to one hundred in a pass from Modric and reached an impossible ball to sting the ball over Casilla. It seemed the end but it was not, because Madrid believed already in recess. And from school it was Casemiro’s mistake that ended, after carom, with Pere Milla against Courtois, whom he beat comfortably. It was the last push from Elche, who knew how to play against the scoreboard, his numerical inferiority and his deficit in the table. He did not even give him to tie, but to push a comfortable and reduced Madrid to the limit, on too many occasions, to the adrenaline rush of Vinicius. His figure begins to generate addiction.