Modric turned Sevilla into a mataleon

Sevilla’s worst team in recent history is still a great example of competition. Madrid had to resort to the most unexpected means, perhaps the least predictable trick in their extensive repertoire, to thwart Quique’s excellent defensive exercise. But Modric doesn’t switch off. Speaking of his love of competition, the Croatian could write an encyclopedia. He is a renegade, resisting with Balkan tenacity that his age outweighs his endless talent.

Whether Luka leaves when the season ends or not, the word “giving up” is almost an insult in his vocabulary. His introduction in the 73rd minute should have put an end to what Kike had done. Lola Flores’s nephew noted from the very beginning that it was practicality rather than art that saved this Seville. At the Bernabeu he added a thread (five lines, ahead of Quique Salas, Ramos, Bade, Soumare and Sow) and a needle (Nyland) to stitch up the defensive bleeding that his predecessors had dragged on the pitch. He designed the Maginot Line at the Bernabeu, which was somewhat more successful than the historic line during World War II. If not for Modric, they were up against a team that had scored seven against Girona two days earlier.

Despite everything, the first game announced strong emotions ten seconds into the game and was a mirage. The only moderately free canter. Vinicius He left Jesus Navas lying on the ground. Neither of the two things happened again. Nor the expected duel between Vini and Ramos. His first opponent in the fifth minute, almost one on one, was quickly and skillfully captured by the camera, gliding as if he were still a child in the famous white suit, arriving at the national team. “He captain“”, as Ancelotti calls him, was at first another brick in the fabric of Sevilla. Ecologically it came from tribute Light receive whistles from Chamartin. But as the minutes passed, his experience became Sevilla’s mortar until it crashed through Modric’s goal.

Things might have turned out differently if Sevilla had been more like the team it was from the end of 2003 until the end of 2009, when Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers were all rolled into one. They won more games (ten) than they lost to Madrid (six). But that seems like a distant memory. The transition of Nokia’s snake-game mobile phones into the age of artificial intelligence suited Madrid much better. And for Seville it would be worse to move from Kanoute to En Nesyri.

His big miss on the quarter of an hour was one that can indicate the biorhythms of the game. The gap between Nacho and Mendy was well calculated, who will be the best in the game two against one, according to Carlettobut this time he limped in the game of one against two. In Nesyri, he is a striker who knows only one chord – heading goals. This time the shot was low and hit his bad leg, and he almost sent the ball into the third amphitheatre.

At this point, the game was also played while looking at the scythe. Diaz de Mera was calm only about the fact that at the very beginning of the match the championship belt went to Topuria. He disallowed Lucas Vazquez’s goal due to Nacho’s previous foul, in which VAR yes, VAR no, lasted four minutes. Then he managed to anger Ancelotti with something unusual: at 34, Kroos left the most angry image of his career, a furious protest in which he ruined his always immaculate piece of hair.

Tough game when Madrid wanted to land in the Sevilla penalty area, so they tried from distance. First, Tchuameni’s unexpected left-foot strike threatened Nyland and especially Valverde’s long-range dive, before which the Norwegian unleashed a superb granite left-foot strike.

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Lunin, Nyland and dynamism

Not much happened in the first half and Kike walked into the dressing room smiling. Glad, like Hannibal Smith, that the plans were a success. In the middle of the match, as the classics of the quadrangle (and now the octagon) said, Sevilla headed towards zero. It didn’t last long for Kike. As soon as he returned to work on the second act, Valverde was back in charge. Instead of testosterone, speed began to rule. And so the counter-nervion, deceived by Isaac, ended up just a meter from Lunin’s right knee, carried out purely instinctively. Courtois begins to realize that his position is in danger. Seriously.

Niland also joined the group, parrying Vinicius’ shot with his left foot. The Brazilian immediately started looking for another option similar to the one he made against Girona. So much back and forth ended with Diaz de Mera’s right calf. change, and fourth official Fernandez Buergo (inside). A vocational training teacher in Llanes (Asturias), he entered with Bambi eyes. Five minutes before the whistle, he put Madrid’s momentum and the dynamism of the match into the freezer. Kroos wanted to microwave him with a foul two inches from the wide area line… which Ramos headed home. Camero knows better than anyone where his German friend’s donuts go.

Ancelotti seemed to have fallen into a trap, but he chose Modric’s card, with Quique replacing the faded Isaac at the same time. Bingo in Italian. Luca’s immortal right hand prevents Barça and Girona from roaming this league again. His mataleon to Seville, knockout, having submitted to almost desserts, Topuria probably liked it.