Guardiola’s team subdued Madrid, destroyed it and buried it without truce or mercy
It was a huge bathroom. A superb display of football from Manchester City, who unleashed a perfect storm in an endless session of possession, aggressiveness, quality, suffocating pressure and a voracious appetite for victory. Without truce. Merciless. Madrid, the team with seven lives, the king of Europe, was destroyed. The England team has learned their lesson. He did not underestimate his rival, he harassed him, he gave him nothing, he subdued him, and when he could, he killed him and then buried him. You can subdue and conquer Madrid, but if you don’t punish them when it’s their turn and you destroy and bury them, they will rise and bury you. Madrid, the Falconetti of Europe, had to be killed like this. If you get the chance, kill him, drive the nails into the coffin and bury him. Otherwise it will always come out of the pit. City were the only team on the pitch. He gave Madrid nothing, zero gifts, he went to the death in every duel, he always wanted more, he persevered like there was no tomorrow and never took his foot off the accelerator. That is Guardiola’s legacy. Players having a damn good time and made it even better last night for the anti-madridismo, speeding up the night, loved it and will always remember it.
The correct name of the tie was Rodrigo Hernández Cascante. By far the best midfielder in the world. A boon to Spanish football, whose press has taken years to recognize what was obvious, which is much better than what they told us. Rodri, Guardiola’s cornerstone, blew up the game with a great, memorable and even offensive performance. His party, outrageous, pure perfection. Distributed, removed, controlled, assisted, guided, inhibited and accelerated. He was lord and master of the party. black leg. The second violinist on the roof of Pep was Kevin De Bruyne. Quality, vision, precision, mischief, control, dribbling, power, drive, ambition, leadership and personality. A monster. At his side two daggers: Grealian, that tormented Carvajal, and Bernard Silva, who liquidated Madrid with two goals and exposed the essence of his best football. On the other side of the window Kyle Walker. A beastly defender. Vinicius didn’t even smell it. Walker canceled the Brazilian, beating him in the fight, by positioning and also by speed. The composer of the local symphony, Pep Guardiola, has once again shown that his likes and dislikes aside, he is a true genius on the couch. He subdued Madrid with superb football, sometimes taking us back to 2011 and doing so by staying true to that style that his inquisitors say he betrayed. The public enemy number one of the radical Real Madrid left in the air the feeling that the rest of the world has: if Guardiola is a failure, everyone would dream of failing like him.
In the background, beyond the destruction of the equipment that seemed indestructible, the cheap televangelists appear. Their prophecies, opinions (sic) and their propaganda woes were exposed. Outdoors. They told us Rooney was a loud mouth for saying City would crush, that the English thought they were superior and when the Champions League song played some English would tremble and others would smile. They told us where Haaland was, that De Bruyne was a lie, that Grealish left no one behind, that Guardiola was afraid to make changes and that Vinicius was the best in the world. Entangled in their opinions and their phobias, they discovered the truth. That Rooney recited the Bible and was right, that Grealish left all God, that De Bruyne is a walking spectacle, that Guardiola was not afraid, that Vinicius is not the best in the world because he is not even the best in his team and that Haaland will be in Istanbul.
The truth is that Madrid has done the impossible so many times that some believed the whole mountain was oregano and that every day is a celebration. The truth is that now they will kill some players who have made history, because they live on scandals and free noise, because they know football like a stone. The truth is that Florentino’s stimulators are now starting to blame the cobblestones and ask for heads to roll. The truth is that between imposed and endless ridiculous editorials, at Blas’ party it’s always the same ones who have a drink too many. The truth is that when the Champions League anthem sounded, the one who trembled was Madrid and the one who smiled was City. exclusive. It was men against boys. Bad and Legacy.
Reuben Uria
Source: Goal