A golden Madrid

Until proven otherwise, football is played running. It was like this all of life. Old axioms also remember that the best defense is a good attack. Madrid, alerted by multiple problems, by numerous absences, went to work to relieve themselves in LaLiga before the attempt of the reconquest of the Club World Cup. He increased his revolutions and gave him to score more goals than ever in this championship. He played another thing, perhaps with a record that fits more with the profile of his players, and protected his goal in the best way, with a flood of so many that left Sevilla stupefied. He resolved the match in 40 minutes, after a prodigious first half, in which he scored five goals and could do some more. The Andalusian team, dominant in the first quarter of an hour, broke down after the second goal. Simply, he resigned. Madrid, with two goals from Cristiano who celebrated in the best way his fifth Golden Ball, had taken him ahead.

Isco was on the bench. Lucas Vázquez and Asensio in the bands. The Mallorcan also moved inside. You can draw your own conclusions, it would be more. The team that needed the ball to the foot to work, with static players, table football, that facilitated the task to the rival and that did not attack the spaces (the same one of San Mamés, the one of the metropolitan Wanda) happened to be a stormy memory, a of the nightmares of the Zidane era. It is paradoxical that with a wonderful footballer like the Malaga midfielder, capital in the last third of the previous historic season, Madrid has stopped playing well. But the football evolution of Isco and his leadership, and the collapse of Madrid in LaLiga have gone hand in hand. It will be chance.

Like yesterday. The match had been raided for Madrid in the 3 rd minute, after a clumsy clearance from Muriel in a corner that served the ball so Nacho did not forgive in the small area. The goal served perfectly for Madrid's plan, which seemed to have relinquished midfield. Why get entangled if the bet was vertigo. Sevilla did not seem to accuse the slip. He began to weave his soccer. Banega is a master at the time of distributing the ball on one side or another, but the criteria of the Argentine served his team to reach the area. Up there The team led by Marcucci did not prosper any more, despite the edge of Nolito and Navas. The decimated defense of Madrid, led by Nacho, worked especially well. Vallejo responded again, Achraf seemed more settled than other afternoons and Marcelo's defensive problems lasted as long as the Andalusian momentum lasted. The reality is that Keylor did not have to intervene. You are not reminded of stops.

After Asensio collapsed to Sevilla. He grabbed the ball in midfield, raffled off two opponents and filtered the ball for Cristiano's great unmarking. The Portuguese defined well, as in the old days. A goal of those that does not make him the best in history, far from it, but perhaps a world away from forwards that failed him alone in front of goalkeeper. Good goal to celebrate the fifth Golden Ball, which had previously offered his fans. Sevilla melted. His inconsistency was worrisome. He went to give up the afternoon, as if he had thought of something else and the party hindered him. In 11 minutes he fit another three: Christian penalty, Kroos, after a dizzying counterattack well taken by Cristiano and Lucas Vazquez, and Achraf, after another assistance from Cristiano. The Madrid, a continuous lightning, was irrepressible and Sevilla, without solutions, the victim of a tsunami.

The second half was played, but it seemed like a workout. Zidane was removing Kroos and Modric from the field, which allowed them to watch Asensio, Isco, Ceballos, Llorente and Lucas Vázquez play together. Football touch without auction. Benzema sent her to the post on a straight header. Every man for himself. Sevilla, disappointing, was only used to try that what was happening did not reach immortality. Madrid had guaranteed a good trip to Abu-Dhabi the day he flew back.