Madrid runs over to Manchester City | Soccer | Sports

It was as always, and also as never. Real Madrid traced in 92, something that sounds old, a daily prodigy, but he did it in the Etihad, a stadium that had not yet conquered at stake; Last year he succeeded in penalties. But what was above all different was how he did it, with an overwhelming authority that reduced a. Madrid left an exhibition built on an extreme shortage for injuries with a memorable night commitment and talent in its artillery fastened by the third goal of Bellingham, Book of pressure. Thus they travel with advantage just around Wednesday at Bernabéu.

Suddenly, the Etihad was not that suffocating trap of the latest visits, that labyrinth where it was only resisting. Last year they got it to penalties; The previous one came out of 4-0. This time it was not so, but a kind of reverse of that hell. The ball was yours. Also the blows. Or the fortress had fallen, or the Ancelotti squad had made the plans of the enclosure. Or a little of both.

Madrid started the night with glowing and beautiful precision, elusive. The English persecuted as they had almost always done. They contemplated disoriented how Mbappé was hand in hand in the area with Ederson, relieved when the shot against the Brazilian; How Vinicius and Mendy played almost in the small area and Akanji cleared that of the French; How the Brazilian almost sneaked between the Swiss central and Aké, again stepping on the area.

The four above applied in the defensive effort and Guardiola team appeared as a vulnerable picture hit by an incontestable force. But they resisted until one of the artifacts of the Catalan coach took effect. Gvardiol, his left side, placed him as a midfielder inside when he attacks, and that mismatch something from Madrid. It was an indecipherable piece. From that point the rebellion unleashed. He found Haaland, who went down to download, and went to the area. Grealish, who had been about to retire three minutes before injured, sent a vaseline to the Croatian. He killed her with her chest and.

The goal, so on the counterpoint of development, loosen the delivery of the four above the Real and encouraged the City, who met again with the ball and diluted the storm of the orange t -shirts. They suffered again, but not like recent times. Above all, because they had in their hand out of that. With the ball they continued scaring, they continued to find roads, with a great choral function of Mbappé, Vinicius, Rodrygo and Bellingham. They had the switch. They could act by defending, and ended up lighting the attack.

who had to go out for the injured Akanji, and connected with Bellingham to head. Rodrygo, on the other hand, found Mbappé, who ran back with Ederson. The City did not find a way to deactivate the second great rush, and on the other side it ran into an asence of superlative authority. But when the English stretched, spaces for gallop opened, an extreme risk, shock after shock.

Although the tie came from what seemed a mistake. Ceballos left a ball floating on the penalty spot and Mbappé succeeded with the pimp when he thought he had failed. The tie caused them a laugh and, riding on the back of that happiness, Madrid continued to accumulate even clearer occasions. The chaparrón was formidable, but the City found a reservation in a penalty of Ceballos to Foden that Haaland transformed.

Nor that second disappointment wrinkled Madrid, which rammed to the rhythm of the Bellingham cornea and its delivery. He hunted a bad sending of Ederson, Vinicius threw and tied Brahim. And they continued, after 90, this as always. Until Bellingham scored after a bad shot of Vini, and won as never before.