Many history, but more previous than chronic
The Milan seemed to jump to your own field with the same chip with which the party of the Bernabéu finished. The strangest the exposition of the Italian set, that, anxious to give continuity to the exploit that it knew it does a pair of weeks, forgot the pressure and the defensive rigor to grant to the shock a dose of too precocious madness to him. Real Madrid, since in him it is habitual, could not arrange his priorities, allowed to take for his offensive impetus and there finished prisoner of his own impatience. As the game was exhibited, the talent of the one that the white team presumes had been enough to kill his rival. But it was not a night to allow to go for the killer instincts, since the Milan raised suddenly a duel, and in those those of Pellegrini saw them to avoid the fear of which Duck, in one of his so many promising actions, was fixing the brad that they were finding themselves, not neither with Kaká’s motivation, nor with the attempts of Benzema, not in the errors themselves of Dida. In the end, 1-1, I not joust strange points not even share-out; simply, great more previous than chronic.
In the end, that. But at first Madrid was looking like a much more ambitious team; blurred, what does header doubt, but insurance of which it would find goals in the night milanesa. There began to give jumps the rumor of which the places, those men of red and black, were not on a par with his shield, and, if chance, they it were more for age than for another thing. Although, skylight, the precedent was well firm, but the set seemed so anxious neogaláctico that, one of two, or there was transforming all that that was walking imagining — and patrolling — or him the nerves would end up by exploding in an endless number of immaterial and tremendously vertical ideas, such as the extract of his game. It was giving that to think the matter. How many times did Madrid roar for approaching a precise soccer, like that of his eternal rival in the last times, in whom each one redeems a vital role in the tremendous task of bringing the ball over with danger to the hostile area. One was stopping to observe and it saw how the Milan was rejecting the option to press in the midfield, how it was leaving to Madrid the initiative, but also how this one rejected the opportunity to interrupt similar swaying. And it was provided with Xabi Alonso in eleven, once so wished.
In this pastime that he proposes the joint Real Madrid supporter is normal — even logical — that the figure of Cristiano Ronaldo is surprised. The portuguese is not the savior — this position there is no the one who discusses it to Casillas, which yesterday also had someone of órdago — but in this so rigid repertoire, his vertical position and his efficacy scorer they raise the possibilities of going out victoriously. If there are no changes on this matter, it will be him who saves many points that might get lost in this way of inaccuracy. Yesterday, when the emulation gave turned out and found so much of Benzema, the defensive weakness allowed again the reaction of a team that only knew a concrete maneuver — the long pass to Duck — but that found with an unexpected gift — the hand of Pepe — and with a punishment then irritated unjustly annulled — goal—. The true thing is that none of the two granted much any more. The clear example is that the second half was a crouton, in relative terms.
Although there escaped from Madrid a victory that, for attitude and occasions, seemed put on the right track from early good, positive readings fit. One in the midfield, so although they were not giving to Xabi Alonso the occasion to be this wonderful conductor that we meet, the donostiarra supported the type perfectly accompanied by tireless Lass Diarra, which hoards gifts in abundance to justify his stay in the Spanish capital. Other one, in the left side street, where, in spite of the continuous waste of talent of the Brazilian Pato, Arbeloa was not out of tune and it gains points to fill this vacancy in the future. His recent predecessor, Marcelo, was not yesterday lucky in the attacking rail, and neither there it was Higuaín eliminated after the combat opposite to the Getafe. Although, anyway, there are concrete interpretations that gain the game to the collective chore of the white set.
There goes ahead the reading of which Real Madrid works to stumbles, it appears to flashes, and is delivered by too many freshness. Points that yesterday found the skill of this Milan to extract profitability to his effort, which was not small. To Madrid a party full of possibilities was opened to him, with a central route that he was leading to the control of the same one. But the ball lasted less in the feet of anyone that in Dida’s hands, and the meeting finished between the sensation that the Spanish set ran so much or more than his rival even if it took the initiative. The hurries, bad advisers, met on a common end, of walking players and sleeping balls. There are no forms. The motivations with which the club presided by ‘tito Floren‘ was initiating this new European journey sleep pacifically in a mattress as comfortable as the lawn of the dreamed final, but these have to settle solidly on a common soccer base, which not standing to solitary interpretations of strangers divided like that of yesterday, and that strikes dead the rival of ninety in ninety serious minutes, without hesitations or staggering.
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