In the madness and in the middle of the defensive bankruptcy of his team, Vinicius emerged. Only the appearance of the Brazilian, unexpectedly turned into a vigilante of the goal, patched a Madrid that collapsed badly behind in the second half. After an official first half, with a summery air, the party went into a whirlwind and, in that tidal wave, the Brazilian was propelled, who started again on the bench, in the shadow of the most notable surnames, and ended up making up the serious ones mistakes of yours behind. The player with a reputation for being cowardly in front of the opposing goal this time transformed into a sniper to spoil the resurrection of Levante.
He first denied his coach, who a week ago publicly advised him that it would be more difficult for him to score after several touches. And then he pulled off a wonderful toe punch to match a match the whites were already seeing down the drain. And, in the middle of the hurricane, he still forced the expulsion of Aitor, which forced him to put defender Vezo under sticks in the final stretch, a circumstance that the whites did not take advantage of. Only Vinicius prevented the absolute happiness of a Levante that went from zero to one hundred after the break and that had the victory a hand behind, in a shot to the post by Calero with 3-2.
From the outset, Ancelotti continued pulling the most illustrious surnames to compose the first lineups. To the repeated bet by Bale and Hazard in attack, he envied with Isco in the middle to mend a plot that had been left without Kroos or Modric. As if it were 2015, the Italian coach turned to Malaga to redo the core. That was the natural solution in his previous stage, six years ago, the one that worked so much for him, and to which he returned in Valencia despite the fact that the Andalusian’s football has been in an alley for three years. Against Levante, yes, it did not clash either.
Without the German and the Croatian, the game posed a complex equation for Madrid in the exit of the ball, and the first to find the answer was neither Isco nor any midfielder. It was Alaba who put his own into orbit. The Austrian, acting as a left-back but with a fine medium foot, hit a deep ball to Benzema, who, despite being slowed by a beach grass, connected with Bale so that he could hole out. The Welshman had not scored in the league for two years. He did it with a double in Vila-real, in everyone’s other life, and more in his. But, in the absence of new galactics, there is still the Welshman.
In its own way, with more presence in the definition than in the game, Cardiff became the main argument for the whites at the start. He tried with a shot in the air and ventured with a free kick from Castellón, which went by a micron. Madrid, lacking in collective play, exhibited Bale. On the other shore, however, in the rehabilitation plan that Ancelotti has mounted, Hazard was hardly known. Levante, meanwhile, still lacked two marches to intimidate Courtois. At that point there was not much trace of that dizzying and funny painting. It was approaching, but without chicha. Little rhythm, actually, on a Sunday night.
The thing began to take another speed on the brink of rest. The granota they were absent and Isco took flight. The man from Malaga felt comfortable, as much as to try a bite. To Ancelotti, this seemed frivolous. The score was not that bad, thought the Italian. And well Roger showed it 30 seconds after the restart. Lucas Vázquez, with his head still in the dugout, got hooked at the offside exit, and Roger took a pass from Melero. In a blink, another duel. The tie had a devastating effect. Madrid fell hard against a rival who is not a good customer to suffer blackouts. And so he made him see it. Roger threatened first and then he executed Campaña with a tremendous volley, sneaking it through the squad to the Belgian goalkeeper: 2-1. Nobody better than the Sevillian, injured since December, to symbolize the resurrection of the locals in the clash. The madridistas looked stunned at the radical change in the landscape.
Ancelotti’s intervention was immediate. The old guard out (Isco, Bale and Hazard) already competed the new values, and not so new (Asensio, Vinicius and Rodrygo). He also called Carvajal, back after a tortuous year of injuries, instead of Lucas Vázquez, who saw how the two local goals put him under the microscope.
Madrid did not improve as a whole, but they did find an individual solution. It ended with Benzema and Jovic; However, it was Vinicius, the one with the worst fame before the rival goal, the one who avoided greater evils for the meringues. Unchained by the goal, first he took advantage of a pass from Casemiro in the best Kroos style and then he invented a sensational touch to equalize a Levante that had taken the lead again and that had the victory to a centimeter, in Calero’s shot that stayed in the wood. In the end, he ended up sheltering behind, protecting the goal already defended by the intrepid Vezo and fearful of Vinicius. The second part was crazy.