Real Madrid moves blindly through the underground, confused, disoriented, accumulating bruises from blows that it does not see coming. Not even the Bernabéu's protective shield works for him anymore, and he has also lost confidence in his powers. When the public address system announced six minutes of added time, with the score 1-3, it did not provoke the merriment of that crazy night against Manchester City. The Bernabéu whistled, almost wishing that it would end as soon as possible. Between that night and the classic one ten days before, the last two home games, he was carrying the weight of a 1-7 total, and his team's goal had come from a penalty. And so, more melted than ever in this second Ancelotti era, Real reaches the middle of the Champions League group stage with only two wins and two losses. And so, this famous Madrid gives encouragement to a Milan that arrived quite far from its legend, already down in Serie A and with the coach and its best player, Leão, fighting.
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Andrii Lunin, Antonio Rüdiger, Lucas Vázquez, Ferland Mendy (Fran García, min. 73), Éder Militão, Federico Valverde (Eduardo Camavinga, min. 45), Jude Bellingham (Rodrygo, min. 73), Luka Modric (Dani Ceballos, min. 62), Aurélien Tchouaméni (Brahim Díaz, min. 45), Vinícius Júnior y Kylian Mbappé
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Mike Maignan, Malick Thiaw, Fikayo Tomori, Theo Hernández, Emerson Royal (Davide Calabria, min. 92), Yunus Musah (Strahinja Pavlovic, min. 92), Tijjani Reijnders, Youssouf Fofana, Álvaro Morata (Tammy Abraham, min. 69) , Christian Pulisic (Ruben Loftus-Cheek, min. 69) and Rafael Leão (Noah Okafor, min. 77)
Goals
0-1 min. 11: Malick Thiaw. 1-1 min. 22: Vinicius Junior. 1-2 mins 38: Morata. 1-3 min. 72: Tijani Reijnders
Referee Slavko Vincic
yellow cards
Morata (min. 20), Camavinga (min. 57), Lucas Vázquez (min. 67), Eder Militao (min. 67), Vinicius Junior (min. 70), Youssouf Fofana (min. 84)
It didn't matter. Madrid has not only lost its structure, but also that body with which they endured under any downpour. Now the blows leave him shivering.
The improvement that appeared at the beginning barely lasted. We are already in November, and the search continues, which brought a few minutes in which Madrid looked like that team that was working not long ago. Bellingham moved from the right to the left. And he attacked the area again and mixed with Vinicius. Regarding the 0-4 of the classic, Ancelotti changed that and left Camavinga on the bench, to hand over command to Modric. Vinicius and Mbappé pushed up top. The Frenchman even jumped onto the grass to steal a ball. And the second line of pressure appeared when expected. The improvement turned out to be a mirage. Above all, it proved fleeting.
Morata dropped near the center of the field, turned and put a pass behind his back to Leão, who was returning to the eleven after weeks of punishment from Paulo Fonseca. The Portuguese flew without Lucas Vázquez even locating him in the rearview mirror. The fight ended in a corner, and from there came Thiaw's header that put Milan ahead.
Real drags the ball of a very strange destiny for the European champion. It seems that he executes a plan correctly, even enthusiastically, but ends up receiving the first blow, which against Barcelona was four. It used to happen the opposite: it was Madrid that punished the slightest crack from the rival, who then had the Bernabéu fall on them.
Ancelotti's battalion responded as soon as play resumed. Tchouameni sent Mbappé running into space, who found himself face to face with Maignan, who deactivated the attempt. The 9 lives with the sight out of adjustment. In the classic he already missed several shots within reach of his reputation, although not of his moment. Against Milan he had another opportunity a few minutes later, after a long run from his field, where the offside with which Barça annulled him did not operate. But it also evaporated.
The Frenchman moved a little further to the left, where Bellingham revived his old partnership with Vinicius. He launched himself into the area to look for his centers. They were looking for each other. Until he found the Brazilian in a race to the area, where Emerson Royal knocked him down. Vinicius scored the penalty in the center.
But Madrid's initial push had been diluted and Milan settled around Musah and Fofana in the center, and above all looking to bring together Leão and Theo on the left to overwhelm Lucas. Too much water to bail out for the Galician, who received help from Valverde. The Uruguayan completed a line of five defenders as a right back for many minutes.
Madrid backed down, Tchouameni made a mistake in a pass to an opponent, Milan accelerated, Leão turned in the area, shot, Lunin saved, and Morata once again scored against his ex. This blow he took worse, under the first whistles to the French midfielder, which spread to the entire team.
Ancelotti maneuvered on the way to half-time and left Camavinga and Brahim warming up, who on their return left Tchouameni and Valverde in the dugout. After the movement, there was some agitation promoted by Bellingham, again with weight in the attack. He did not take advantage of his chances and the team suffered a kind of blowback when firing a heavy weapon. Lunin kept them in the game with a stretch limit. Then Militão with a well-timed cross. Madrid accelerated on the edge, but barely got anything out of the risk of its anguished disorder and continued swallowing Milanist waves. One of Leão's ones took Militão and Lucas ahead and ended in a back pass from which Reijnders extracted the third. Real did not fish in the chaos either. Brahim missed two good chances and that's where the effort of a team that was proclaimed champion just now and doesn't understand what's happening died.
