Leipzig, a newcomer to German soccer royalty, took Madrid ahead. A recreational Leipzig caused the first skid for Carlo Ancelotti’s team, penalized for a soft start, to the slipstream of a much bonier rival. Nor did he have a fang when Marco Rose’s outfit was more within range. A stumble with a remedy. Real is one step away from first place, they still have to beat Celtic in Chamartín on the last day. In Germany he appeared with no more argument than some footsteps from Vinicius. It was not a real Madrid. By far, the worst Madrid of the course. In Germany there are no naps worth.
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Amadou Haidara (Kevin Kampl, min. 83), Forsberg (Dani Olmo, min. 68), Xavier Schlager, Gvardiol, André Silva (Timo Werner, min. 69), Willi Orban, Dominik Szoboszlai, Blaswich, David Raum (Abdou Diallo , min. 69), Mohamed Simakan (Benjamin Henrichs, min. 89) and Nkunku
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Rüdiger, Courtois, Marco Asensio, Camavinga, Aurelien Tchouameni, Kroos (Hazard, min. 75), Eder Militao, Vinicius Junior, Lucas Vázquez (Dani Carvajal, min. 69), Rodrygo and Nacho (Alaba, min. 69)
goals 1-0 min. 12: Gvardiol. 2-0 min. 18: Nkunku. 2-1 min. 44: Vinicius Jr. 3-1 min. 80: Timo Werner. 3-2 min. 93: Rodrigo.
Referee Daniele Orsato
Yellow cards Lucas Vazquez (min. 48)
Half an atomic hour of Leipzig only had a certain response in Vinicius, the only replica of a tender Real, very tender from the start. In Germany there were not two ballon d’or (Modric and Benzema) nor the launched Valverde and the champion felt a certain helplessness. The Leipzig, whole, started at full speed, sparky, with vertigo, with bravery in each assault. Impossible for a Madrid so brittle that in less than twenty minutes they were already 2-0 up. Two corner kicks as the embryonic goals of Gvardiol, a central defender in a tuxedo, and Nkunku, a first-rate vector in world football. The first frustrated a wonderful save by Courtois to a shot by André Silva. The thriving Nkunku, who has everything, speed, touch, finesse, roguery, cheered on his team. After a rejection in Tchouameni, not very forceful, like all of Madrid, he blew up the visiting goal with a whack with the left Nothing unexpected.
The staging of the local team had so much rennet that in 58 seconds they had already warned Courtois. In the middle, the bloody Nkunku. It is surprising that his present still passes through Leipzig.
The German team was burning, Real Madrid was passing through. Kroos still hadn’t tuned in, there was no racket from Tchouameni and Camavinga, not even a scribble from Rodrygo and Asensio. There was no way to hook Vinicius, while in that school team that is Leipzig, a Red Bull franchise, everything was facundo. A team with nerve, jaw and without hesitation when they challenged Nkunku, André Silva, Szoboszlai and Simakan. A good team, demanding for a Madrid with a certain premature feeling of orphanhood.
Curiously, the 2-0 led to the worst moment for the German team, which with a world ahead of it became somewhat conservative. Bad vibes if Madrid circulates in front, no matter how much it appears to be a Real beginner. There are many false appearances of a champion who is often denied. This time he didn’t quite shake off his altar boy look.
It is not convenient for any rival to activate Vinicius. Not only because of what he actually generates, but because of what outsiders suspect he can cause. Illuminated Vinicius came the first signs of Rodrygo and Asensio, starting for the first time all season. In Ancelotti’s Madrid the ladder is clear. The Balearic is the fourth offensive echelon. Hazard, by the way, only had a step after 75 minutes, already with the team at the limit and without many more resources.
After half an hour Leipzig backed down. He summoned Nkunku on the counter and armed himself near the ropes. Without Benzema, without Modric, without Valverde, Vinicius understood that he had a first-born role. He goes the march. Blaswich, the local goalkeeper, had a couple of shocks just before Asensio’s first significant maneuver anticipated Vinicius’ bingo. An unnatural goal. The Mallorcan left-hander crossed with his right foot and the Brazilian, more intrepid with his feet than with his head, nailed a header.
With the score diminished, the second act had no ties. Back and forth, without grip on either side. Hazard arrived for nothing and Ancelotti also gave thread to Carvajal and Alaba as fans on the sides. Madrid required more oars than Vinicius, who this time few comrades seconded.
Leipzig did not buckle up in its lair and when it did, it closed well, allowing it to be expansive again. Again with ease, again with Courtois in the crosshairs at the slightest opportunity. He does not lack good footballers. Simakan, a phenomenal right-back with a full-length central chassis, is one of them. An instant after Asensio’s second rhyme with Vinicius, whose shot was lost by a fringe, the imposing Simakan struck from the right and warned that Werner, who had just arrived at the match, was appearing on the other side. Tchouameni was not firm as a sentinel. Neither did Militão and the former Chelsea striker sealed the 3-1 with a blow to the ball with the door wide open. Rodrygo’s final penalty cut was useless. The first place will have to wait, although Madrid, the most vulgar of the course, has it within reach.
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