Isco disconnects to Real Madrid | Soccer | Sports

It is an old story, a known trap, which returns in a circular way, but Real Madrid stumbles again against it as if it were something inevitable. He crosses with a footballer who his demand left behind and sees how his talent recovers the brightness and ends up frustrating him. Isco has reverded in Betis, where he has already left many beautiful afternoons, to which he added this in which he entered the tight struggle of his exequipo by the title. He raised his people in the first blow and ended up sending the canvas to the Ancelotti team, who opened the step to gain a distance from Atlético and this Sunday against Real Sociedad (16.15, Movistar).

And that despite the fact that Madrid dispatched a beginning that left the impression that it had entered a kind of trance in which everything flows no matter who plays. Mbappé returned after losing a tooth, but Valverde was missing, weighed by some inconcreto problem, Bellingham, sanctioned, and, just fallen on Wednesday in Anoeta. Even without those pieces, which had been essential in the collective adjustment, the Real chained a long monologue during which Betis barely contemplated the transit of the ball.

Everything worked precisely in the Ancelotti gear. The machine wove from behind, crossing rival surveillance as if it were a steam curtain. Alaba appeared for the first time after many months, and he never seemed to have gone: surely in the cut, daring at the exit. That line worked and also the next, with Tchouameni attentive and Modric in charge of the direction. Ahead, all were threats: Vinicius, Rodrygo, Brahim and especially Mbappé.

The presence of the French dominated the center, now with more records than that evident electrical uncheck. It breaks a little, turns and causes bewilderment. From there you can leave a tregate slalon, a download or an even more lethal hybrid, which is how it disarmed Betis. He received, turned, disorderly with the threat of running diagonally to the area and found Mendy moving along the other side. His pass left alone with Adrián, whom he avoided with an exquisite touch back, which burst the network.

The goal woke Isco. The former Madridist, resurrected with Pellegrini, met again with the ball and began to deactivate the fluid trance of the Real. The Ancelotti squad had launched for the game with a flock spirit, flying harmoniously forward, and also backwards. But when Isco appeared he began to descend, they loosen in the return, and Jesús Rodríguez and Antony finally saw light on the sides. The influence of the Malaga grew and Madrid was diluted.

At that time, when Betis hunted the tie, the rain still fell shyly. Johnny headed a corner thrown by Isco. Courtois suddenly found the ball on his face and could not clear. The Sevillian sky opened the gates more and Madrid suffered under the double chaparrón of play and water. Part of the public had retired to shelter when Johnny headed another corner and Courtois gave some more time to his people with another of his illuminated abductions. The auction came slightly diverted by Tchouameni, and after a boat in the soaked grass. The Belgian fired his right arm as released by a spring and frightened the ball with a swipe.

Madrid did not recover the thread. He had gone from choral harmony to electric spasms. Vinicius percuted as always on the left, but without completing the connection on the other side. Instead, Isco held its dismantling task. Around him orbiting Betis and the defenders of Madrid accumulated. So many, who forgot about Jesús Rodríguez, and the Malaga threw him into space, only towards Courtois. Rüdiger ran over him and committed a penalty of which Isco took over, of course. He succeeded, and left the Madrid turning against the countercurrent in an afternoon that had released sliding placidity, such as whistling. But he had stopped being fun, and Courtois met the scare of the cucho, which crossed the shot too much before his departure.

Ancelotti resorted to the bench, first with Camavinga and Güler, and then with the unexpected movement of withdrawing, with just over a quarter of an hour ahead, to Mbappé to trust the last stretch to the hunger of Endrick, who won award on Wednesday in Anoeta. To the rookie and the agitation of Vinicius, already with more revolutions than success, and even the desperate resource of installing Rüdiger as a center striker. Nothing. Three days after receiving Atlético in the first leg of the Champions League, Madrid met again by Isco, that old story.