Barcelonianism is experiencing the perfect depression: all that was missing was this Real Madrid, authoritarian, simple and resolute. In five days he destroyed Girona and started a 0-1 in Leipzig against one of those German teams and stadiums where the most normal is to suffer bravely and the most desirable is to start with a draw.
The years pass and one, from Barcelona, ??continues without wanting to understand why the hell the great enemy – neither rival nor opponent, enemy – possesses the formula of eternal youth. Or maybe you’re starting to get it and that’s where it hurts. Real Madrid has understood the simplicity of football and its just three or four rules, all made up. There are those who often wonder what life is and those who limit themselves to living it. Among the latter is the white club.
Seeing Carlo Ancelotti on the sideline gives an idea of ??the style of the club he coaches. On a cool, Leipzig night, he adds a dark blue cashmere three-quarter length coat, no doubt tailored, over a dark blue suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie. If I wasn’t eating gum – I’m an ex-smoker – I could be at La Scala in Milan, the 14th of July reception in the Elysian Gardens or at a son’s wedding. The correct clothing matches the naturalness with which the bench has faced a no less list of casualties, topped off by the injury of Bellingham, the latest success in terms of signings (it will still turn out that Florentino Pérez understands more about football than business) . Is Courtois injured? Another goalkeeper plays. Half defense in nursing? They end up with Tchouaméni in the center and giving Carvajal credit, one of those defenders who are fatal to rival fans but who knows how to solve the problems. And they regularly find substitutes who already know that protesting at Real Madrid leads to the exit door (and not to a renewal or pressure on the manager). See Brahim Díaz, with a goal worthy of Messi.
I’ve never known what Real Madrid play for, beyond scoring one goal more than the other. And I’m beginning to think that the less you complicate your life, the simpler the road to victory is, because the years and decades pass and Real Madrid continues to be there. There remains the consolation of the sadness produced by the best Barça in history, that team that silenced the Santiago Bernabéu and showed how bad it was to lose Mourinho, a symbol of the less chivalrous and more macaroni side of the entity. Despite this – a depressing fact – they have won seven Champions Leagues since 2000. There are fashions, cycles and eras in football. But there is only one Real Madrid. Well, yes, but what are we going to do about it?
