There is no one to cut off this unleashed Madrid that is close to blowing up the League in the middle of the championship. It is not a dream team, but it has the best veins and it exploits them wonderfully. For like no one Courtois, they defend like Marines Alaba and Militão, Kroos and Modric illustrate and there are no better jackals than Vinicius and Benzema. Asensio already adds and they always form to the cry of present! Carvajal, Casemiro and some more. Many weapons for an Atlético that not even with the wind in favor of Porto. He let Real run and it was his grave. He lacked shrapnel and stayed flat against that Formula 1 that Madrid is today.
Courtois, Alaba, Eder Militao, Ferland Mendy, Dani Carvajal (Nacho, min. 80), Modric, Casemiro, Kroos, Marco Asensio (Federico Valverde, min. 84), Vinicius Junior (Rodrygo, min. 86) and Benzema (Jovic , min. 45)
Oblak, Felipe Monteiro, Kondogbia, Mario Hermoso, Marcos Llorente, Koke, De Paul (Héctor Herrera, min. 68), Correa (Renan Augusto, min. 59), Carrasco (Lemar, min. 45), Matheus Cunha (Luis Suárez , min. 59) and Griezmann (João Félix, min. 45)
Goals 1-0 min. 15: Benzema. 2-0 min. 56: Marco Asensio.
Referee Antonio Miguel Mateu Lahoz
Yellow cards Felipe Monteiro (min. 35), Ferland Mendy (min. 45), Kondogbia (min. 74), Luis Suárez (min. 87) and Alaba (min. 87)
In Chamartín, Madrid was presented on a run. In the good and the less good, with Ancelotti a perpetual team, recognizable from head to toe. In front, that Atlético that is sought and sought, a team that must be deciphered at every step. In the derby, after so much tracking he did not find anyone. There was no rojiblanco that rebelled. Koke did not give to back up the team, Carrasco had no aid and Griezmann and Correa were on tiptoe. Not a bit of audacity. Until the second half, a spectacular Atlético against a Real with a bigger chassis. This Madrid that is known by heart and is punctual. It is a matter of finding the key of a soloist from the collective order. That’s how it went.
The game was running with more fang than subtlety when Koke gave Modric a central pass. Run! The way white people like it. Vinicius is so illuminated that the Brazilian appeared on the shore opposite to his natural position. Enough for Simeone’s sentries to get into trouble. The fuss was such that with five pickets in the Oblak area, Benzema, the only Real Madrid player in the area, caught a marvelous volley.
At the first time that Madrid had, Atlético went to the canvas. The scourge demanded a blow to the chest from the visitors, but beyond some commotion by Cunha and De Paul —with more sleeves than football— there was no mattress who took notice. A stiff team, without someone to articulate it and without depth. No fans at the ends and no wit down the aisles of the flyers. A bargain for Madrid, which only had one warning before the truce. Griezmann, the only time he cleared the uncertainty of his presence or not in the duel, launched a free kick that put Courtois in orbit. Cholo left him in the booth at the end of the first act. The same as Carrasco, another without a trace. The presence of Hermoso, who is a garrafón side, left him like a lone ranger, usually in continuous rounds with two opponents.
It was enough for Madrid to buckle up while waiting for a wink from Vinicius, in permanent fencing challenges with another top-notch Jamaican like Marcos Llorente. Today, even on blurry days, the Brazilian provokes funk to anyone. Golea and assist. It accelerates and has the right brake. Vinicius has hatched like few others an intensive soccer course.
After the play of the goal, a combination with Casemiro did not cause the second damage to Atlético due to the instinct of Oblak, who took out a crucial arm. Without great fanfare, but the Real transmitted all the confidence that the neighbor lacks. This Madrid, safe, supportive and mature, needs little; this Atlético, a lot.
The arrival of João Félix after the break with Lemar seemed to shake Simeone’s men, who for a while had another hook near Courtois. Madrid was unmoved, now without Benzema, down from service after his goal.
The João effect faded as soon as his opponent had the second great opportunity to shout his favorite soundtrack: Run! Felipe made the wrong choice when he went out to press in the open field, Jovic met Vinicius, who summoned Asensio in the waiting room for the goal he likes the most. In the right corner of the area that allows him to hook with his prodigious left foot. As is: 2-0.
There was no way Simeone would find any way to drill. Some plan to hold him to the party. He was recruiting Suárez, Lodi, Herrera … Nothing. He altered the system, with Kondogbia from central to midfielder. Any. Everything was opaque for the rojiblancos, except for two shots from Lemar to certify that today there is no goalkeeper like Courtois.
In those of the Metropolitano, the line-up sounds better over the public address system than when the curtain rises. For now, it is not that convoy of tooth pickers with which Simeone labeled the reborn Atlético of this decade. In search of a more Versailles touch, today it has better artists than ever, but something does not quite fit together. In Madrid everything is more familiar, especially since Ancelotti has decided to go as far as he can go with the same kinship. And it’s not bad: Sevilla and Betis circulate at eight and nine points, respectively. At 13 points Atlético looms; At 18, on Mars, Barça … From what you can see, Real’s only rival would be Real.
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George Holan is chief editor at Plainsmen Post and has articles published in many notable publications in the last decade.