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The shot of, more than a shot was a relief, a whip to burst the great ball of frustration, huge after the unclean against arsenal. The Uruguayan fallen the nth failed attempt, two BRAHIM dribbles in the area, and fit the ball in the squad: he took a prize from the penultimate rest of frustration spilled by a confusing team. The Uruguayan goal that gave a serious and little threatened Athletic in the addition keeps Real Madrid in the race for the league that continues to open Barça, four points ahead after its comeback against Celta the previous day in Montjuïc, with a penalty of Var even later than the goal of Valverde.

Everything costs in this final stretch, and more to a Madrid with no more plan than the agitation of Vinicius, the last rebel, unleashed from the beginning, the last bearer of the pride flag. There are two worlds in this team: the plain and the infinite effort of the Brazilian.

With that rival, Athletic lived many minutes with the same comfort that he felt when he appeared at the Bernabéu with all the tasks in order. In his best course for more than a decade, that course in which he finished fourth in the league with the same coach. And in that position it is now relatively comfortable, just classified also for the semifinals of the Europa League. He defeated Rangers on Thursday in his field with one eleven and landed in Chamartín with another in which Berenguer only repeated. Everything works to Txingurri.

To resist the last European champion I did not need the first unit. He didn’t even need the ball. Madrid had it, which sometimes seems the worst that can happen to him. He choked again. He is made in a delinquent and swallowing and without a edge, even when the two creators of the group, Modric and Ceballos coincide in the field. It didn’t matter. Athletic looked and Real Merodeaba.

They had come out with a certain rapture of pride, which developed Vinicius and Bellingham in several pressure races. Tchouameni also exhibited a remarkable high intensity deployment. He reached the few places to which the Athletic managed to escape, took the hook and recovered. But that was not going anywhere. Or I only went to the left wing.

The imbalance, as in times without ideas, appeared only for the vinicius lane. Without Mbappé, sanctioned and injured, most plays ended up in it. The Brazilian insistently faced Gorosabel and Unai Núñez. It was a waste from the beginning. He looked a little thinner. Unlike what happened against Arsenal, it used to escape and reach the background. But there the effort was evaporated. For lack of success, or for the absence of a auctioneer. He loaded alone, and only extinguished.

Athletic was still calm. Madrid did not let go of the ball, but drove it to the rhythm of Nana. I was more alive without her. Chasing her with the formidable Tchouameni. Or running after recovering, as in the counter that began with a heel of Vinicius in his field, he continued with a very long race of Camavinga and ended with a shot of the French cleared by Unai Simon, his first stop. The French acted on the left of the defense on a night that Madrid faced with two midfielders on the sides. In law was Valverde.

There a stagnant encounter opened a bit. It opened so much that the following was a Courtois stop at a shot of Unai Gómez. But the Real had lifted a little the gates of the Valverde team. Then, Ancelotti withdrew Ceballos and introduced the insatiable Endrick. In the first lance, a Modric filtering pass almost connects with a race to the Brazilian area.

That was also the moment Valverde chose to abandon contemplation. Iñaki Williams, Sancet and Maroan entered, and Madrid went on to have a concern that until then had not disturbed him.

The Real already click, after an hour of caresses. Vinicius took out a center with the outside and Bellingham forced his header to a formidable stop by Unai Simon. The corner was also headed by English, this time outside. Something had woken up in Madrid, and it grew until Vinicius rescued a ball diverted by a defense after a Valverde pass, attacked the area and marked. He did not celebrate it, and did well, because four minutes later the referee, before the VAR monitor, understood that Endrick was out of play at the time of the center.

The load continued, and the Bernabéu, despite the, still had some of the old faith in the wonders. When seven minutes of addition were announced, he replied with a roar, like the crazy City night. The team, still alive, kept stirring. Until Valverde burst despair and elongated the league a little more.