When you go to play against a team of Bordalás you know exactly what to expect, there are no surprises. Surely during the week Imanol would have emphasized the importance of keeping a cool head, not getting into the rag and being faithful to the football that they propose every week. Surely it would not have been necessary for the technician to remember it either, although it never hurts. Even so, the Real could not or did not know how to get away from the continuous provocations that Valencia proposed from minute 1. Little by little, he became muddy and away from his game. And between stops, hookups, reproaches and, it must also be said, the good defensive work of the rival, Real became a flat team, without spark, without imagination. The passage through the changing rooms did not serve to put the team back on the rail. Valencia’s other football and the curious measuring stick that Melero Lopez applied during the second part was making a dent and Aritz ended up being the great victim. He fell under the provocation of Wass, saw the red one and left his team with ten. From there, and with the mud on his knees, it was a matter of surviving, of grabbing a point that did not serve him to hold the leadership, but to continue adding and continuing to maintain that streak of matches without losing.
At a press conference it was curious to see the Valencian journalists praising the good performance of their team, their mastery of other football. I throw a question. Does a Valencian player really like this Valencia? Is it really worth it? They will know.