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    Another inexplicable Real Madrid | Sports | The USA Print


    Who the hell is able to predict football? For example, that of the third day of this European Cup at the Bernabéu. An unlikely phenomenon. The European champion finished off up to 36 times (16 from outside, 14 between the sticks and six shots blocked), but was left with a crushed 2-1. Opposite, a Shakhtar who lives day to day in extraordinary conditions and who, after taking refuge as he could on the ropes of Chamartín, almost improvised glory.

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    Andriy Lunin, Ferland Mendy, Eder Militao, Alaba, Dani Carvajal, Aurelien Tchouameni (Camavinga, min. 74), Federico Valverde, Kroos, Benzema, Vinicius Junior and Rodrygo (Marco Asensio, min. 79)

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    Anatolii Trubin, Yukhym Konoplia, Bogdan Mykhaylichenko, Matvyenko, Valerii Bondar, Stepanenko (Lassina Traore, min. 87), Shved (Ivan Petryak, min. 66), Sudakov (Neven Durasek, min. 87), Artem Bondarenko, Mykhailo Mudryk and Zubkov (Danylo Sikan, min. 66)

    goals 1-0 min. 12: Rodrigo. 2-0 min. 27: Vinicius Jr. 2-1 min. 38: Zubkov.

    Referee Ivan Kruzliak

    Yellow cards Valerii Bondar (min. 54) and Mykhailo Mudryk (min. 91)

    In La Castellana people pinched themselves. Real shook and shook their opponent, especially in a very brilliant first period, but nothing. A day of bewitching. With Real Madrid ahead, there are not a few games without explanation. It would have been even more enigmatic had it not been for the goals from Rodrygo and Vinicius. The only thing that made sense.

    There are few times that football loses its mind, the illogical logic of this game. In Chamartín the party was white, very white. Real Madrid was enjoying themselves; the Shakhtar, admirable for his extreme circumstances, had enough to review. Up to 17 auctions of the champion in the first act. A Madrid monoculture. Kroos and Tchouameni were in charge, with Valverde, Rodrygo, Vinicius and Benzema as Martians for the Ukrainian cadets. The local people had a great time, on the grass and in the stands. But it turns out that at the break only 2-1, after a great goal by Zubkov. The boy caught a withering shot with a maneuver in the air in the only moment that the Real was unplugged. General disbelief. Major rebound by Carlo Ancelotti due to the laxity of his team when defending the play.

    Alerted by Shakhtar’s mischief a couple of years ago, or the most recent by the Sheriff, Ancelotti was on his guard. With the healthiest, the most starting team possible. The commendable and steely exile group from Donetsk is today a historical anomaly. With the Russian invasion, not only is it the most nomadic club in the world – it trains in Lviv and plays the Champions League at home in Warsaw – but it has had to completely renew itself. Up to 14 Brazilians, their traditional souk, have left a club that in its last league game, just like at the Bernabéu, lined up eleven Ukrainians for the first time in 20 years. Six of them born in the territories that Russia celebrate on their own to have annexed.

    As far as football is concerned, Shakhtar was a wreck at Madrid’s feet. Enchironado in his field for his vocation to articulate the game from the trench. Real, determined to do much more than process the match, had chicha for the pressure and art and precision to attack in a rush. On the right of the avant-garde, Valverde and Rodrygo —who grow and grow, less and less subaltern— alternated position. Whoever left the wing went to Benzema’s radar. The left is Vinicius’ exclusive route.

    The picture of Igor Jovicevic, former Castilla player, did not find the antidote. The ball at his feet was a nuisance. Without her it was perpetual suffering. Lunin, his compatriot and replacement for the battered Courtois, had many, many Lunas left. Rodrygo holed the first after an involuntary wall with Stepanenko. Trubin, the foreign goalkeeper, was not firm.

    There was no kidnapping for Vinicius, an artist with top hat resources and a surgeon’s foot. For example, to close a symphonic play with all the local forwards taking off at full speed. Tic, tac, tic, tac… Touch by touch at first and with vertigo. It wasn’t a great goal, it was a chest hit from all of Ancelotti’s gunners. Benzema illustrated, Valverde opened the gas and Vinicius and Rodrygo —who has something of Vinicius and something of Benzema— swept away opponents. It was difficult for him to keep track of Real Madrid auctions. The Royal was the cavalry. But Zubkov’s blow came five minutes after intermission and the staff freaked out: 2-1.

    Arrived the second period did not appear the first Madrid. A less panoramic and fluid Real, but with the mallet give it that give it. Arcana of football, he was about to be stunned by Mudryk. The 21-year-old Ukrainian pearl, who already left the Bernabéu acclaimed last season, stood up to Lunin in his only highlight of the night, but the goalkeeper resolved the play with the help of Mendy. Trubin also responded well to a challenge with Rodrygo and several other duels. Each Madridista offensive left Jovicevic’s team wounded, even though it settled better after the parenthesis. Of course, before the other goal, the firing was the same. Without spotlights for Lunin, that great unknown to whom Courtois does not grant crumbs. With Trubin, the other Ukrainian goalkeeper, a very strange game was closed on all the covers, which leaves Real one step behind in the round of 16.

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