There is no comfortable visit to Getafe. Even when it seems that the opponent has domesticated his fierce creature, Bordalás is able to revive her. As he did against Real Madrid, who had finally found the harmony around Arda Güler to, but who said goodbye to his visit to the south with the scare of a last moment of Courtois to a dry shot by Álvaro Rodríguez. The night ended after staying with ten for the injury of Camavinga already near the end. The Getafe threw for the tie, but the Real endured and keeps the pulse through the league.
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David Soria, Djené Dakonam (Ismael Bekhoucha, min. 82), Omar Alderete, Domingos Duarte, Juan Berrocal (Coba Da Costa, Min. 49), Juan Iglesias (Álvaro Rodríguez, Min. 49), Ramon Terrats (Peter Federico, Min. 68), Juan Bernat, Mauro Arambarri, Luis Milla and Borja Mayor. 82)
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Thibaut Courtois, David Alaba (Eduardo Camavinga, min. 45), Raúl Asencio, Lucas Vázquez, Fran García, Brahim Díaz, Aurélien Tchouaméni, Federico Valverde, Arda Güler (Dani Ceballos, min. 77), endrick (Jude Bellingham, min. 63) y) y) y) y Vinícius Júnior (Rodrygo, min. 72)
Goals
0-1 min. 20: Arda Guler
Referee José María Sánchez Martínez
Yellow cards
Tchoameni (min. 68), Luis Milla (min. 86), Strength Street (min. 90), Peter Federica (min. 94)
For this intermediate stop Ancelotti ordered a team with one eye looking at Barcelona that will be found on Saturday in the final of the Cup and the other slope of Barcelona he pursues in the League. A part of his plan was aimed at resting with Bellingham, Mbappé, Modric, Ceballos, Rüdiger and Rodrygo, and another to activate a kind of second unit to hold the national tournament race. And in the midst of that double look, the Getafe appeared, which began with a tremendous determination and a mile shot to the hands of Courtois, a head of Mayoral who left out surprisingly and a high shot of Terrats.
The team took advantage of the stretch of Madrid’s adaptation to look for Courtois and sow the top field. Endrick spent more time lying after colliding against Domingos Duarte than running to space. But Madrid was recovering to that rue welcome hooked under Güler’s command. The Turk, who has gone through the course with frown for the shortage of opportunities, headed the rebellion. He grabbed the ball and put the game to orbit with his left -hander.
First long, with a ball to a race to the Valverde area, this time fine accompaniment in the center of Güler’s creativity. Uruguayan’s shot escaped over the crossbar, but Madrid had already begun to shake the Getafe shock enthusiasm. The Turk was loosening centimeter to centimeter, the tense tense by Bordalás. The sound that marked Güler, the ball ran like the Real almost this year. When they came to look for him, he no longer had it. Or used the pause to mess the rival framework. The night was beating more and more to the rhythm of Güler, and Madrid followed him, moved by a recognizable melody, something weird this course.
The Turk played assisted by, another dominator of the miniature, and by Tchouameni, an authority in the middle, where it sweeps without allowing the rival just at all.
The Getafe was escaping the moment, dissolved so that it seemed definitive in a corner in favor that ended in Pasmo. Vinicius flew to the other side and crossed a pass to Brahim, which maneuvered in the small area about to make fun of Soria. The ball, like everyone else, ended up falling to Güler. He tried a center and the ball, like a yoyó, returned to him. A space was opened with a dribbling and hit him with the right, which seemed that left -handed left -hander. He adjusted the shot so much to the stick that Soria, despite touching him, failed to prevent him from ending on the network.
With the goal, the Turk finished deactivating the blue gear. The Real played and arrived. Although he was not right to escape before Bordalás react. He introduced Álvaro Rodríguez, striker of the factory assigned by Madrid, and Coba da Costa. The Getafe again cut the output circuits of the Ancelotti squad, which stopped flowing as before. He lost clarity and found some space behind the back of the premises. Camavinga ran, who had to enter through Alaba’s discomfort, and also ran Vinicius. And both of them escaped the shots over the crossbar. But Güler had disappeared, and with him he had vanished to Madrid. Bordalás had recovered some initiative generating a context in which the Turk disappeared, and with which the real unstructured and without thread of so many nights of this course reappeared.
In the middle of disorientation, he fell injured Camavinga and Peter Federico finished off heel in the area. Courtois stopped that shot and the next Juanmi. He lacked the air to Madrid, but endured another awkward visit to Getafe and continues to chase Barça in the League three days after playing the Cup in Seville.
