Real Madrid-Alavés Madrid returns to chaos

It seemed like an accident, but it wasn't. Because notarialmente Madrid fell for a silly penalty from Nacho and an even sillier clearance from Courtoiyes, but before, during and after both events, Zidane's team was a fright in the four cardinal points. It was enough that Alavés took the lawsuit seriously to erase this Madrid that walks between hell and purgatory. Lucas Pérez, Joselu and Machín's plan made life impossible for a champion who begins to see Atlético and Real Sociedad with a telescope.

Madrid has not taken the point from this League. Specifically, the penalty spot. With five they have beaten him in the last three games. With the same VAR and almost the same referees they pointed out two in the whole of last season. Thus, breech, he entered the game for driving without brakes in his own area. Laguardia headed a corner (no team gets more out of the set piece than Alavés) and Nacho wanted to cover the shot from his back but extending the wing for him just in case. That maneuver of sneaking out the arm, with the big brother in Las Rozas, no longer works. A blind penalty and a goal from Lucas Pérez that, in a way, explained the beginning of the clash well: a pressing and energized Alavés and a Madrid that, like so many times, went out of his way.

A disastrous start

Zidane had changed three of those who made him happy in Milan. Marcelo, Asensio and Casemiro came on stage. The third is unavoidable, although he lived through better times. He tries to get on the car for the others, so far without success. COVID forces to pull the possible ones before the usual mishaps of the probable ones, but the second unit is now smoke. So Madrid lasted in orbit what the Ingenio satellite did in its mission.

The start of Zidane's team was a festival. Vague, lazy, careless, transparent behind, absent in front. A complete disaster culminating in another Hazard injury, that genius who does not leave the lamp or the infirmary. After half an hour he threw in the towel and left on the arm of the doctor, his best friend already at the club. Things could get worse if Lucas Pérez had taken advantage of a heads-up against Courtois. He stung the ball but did not hit the goal, which put a saving plug with his big power forward corpa.

Mariano's fight

For Hazard, who before leaving claimed a penalty from Rubén Duarte, Rodrygo entered, forcing Asensio to change sides. Much movement not to put Vinicius, whose regression seems unstoppable. A change that suddenly woke up Madrid, which jumped from the tonticalma to the storm. Pacheco saved two shots from Kroos and Mariano, who asked for the ball without success, then fought in the area without catching anything. Its fineness is debatable, but it never goes without war paint. A break and tear nine. He does feel like a replacement and not an ornament. He was the only one who believed until the end without having reasons for it. Before the break, Laguardia gave time to give Marcelo an unusual penalty, for a brutal hair pulling. The VAR was lost in the curls of the Brazilian.

And around the locker room the jaimited Courtois arrived, capable of the best and the worst. With a wooden foot he sent a pass to perdition that Joselu took advantage of for the 0-2. What followed was a general rout. Lucas Pérez and Joselu threatened to win while Zidane's chain changes did not prevent the orderly team from Vitoria from putting the pickaxe in Valdebebas. Such was the debauchery that the Frenchman could no longer hold Marcelo on the field and put Mendy in. None of those who entered improved deservedly those who left. Rodrygo is still shy; Vinicius is stunned; Odegaard has not yet jumped into Madrid hyperspace; Isco offers no hope. There was, yes, wild and late onslaught at the end. It only gave for a goal from Casemiro and a long shot from Isco, and thus Alavés became the third modest to win in Valdebebas. The reiteration invalidates the accident theory.