Manchester City defeats Real Madrid in Champions League semi-final

Manchester City defeats Real Madrid in Champions League semi-final

Manchester, England – First of all, on Wednesday morning, Pep Guardiola’s headquarters will provide the Manchester City manager with a detailed annotated report of his team in the Champions League semi-final against Real Madrid. Around the same time, Carlo Ancelotti, his colleague in the Spanish capital, will get something very similar.

These dossiers contain short videos, each of which highlights some key tactical details. There will also be photos that offer a shot of a player’s barely noticeable gap in positioning, or a field area that has been left open, or a raid that has been left unfinished. There will probably be giant arrows in some shiny shade. Of course there will be statistics.

Guardiola and Ancelotti settle in and deal with them, looking for any stitches of wisdom they can find, delving deeply into the details in hopes of finding the core, some sense that can prove the difference when they play again next week. And as they did so, they knew deeply that all of this was absolutely, fundamentally, inevitably pointless.

There is no hidden explanation, hidden in the scratch of numbers or encrypted in high-resolution pixels, of how Manchester City managed to beat Real Madrid but ended the evening as if they had lost. Either about how he ended up with four goals and the feeling that he should have had another half-dozen, or how he landed a consistent knockout shot just to make the opponent stand there again, smiling and complaining of only the slightest headache.

Game Raw Numbers is not a magic eye puzzle; They are hardly even a Rorschach test. No matter how long and hard you look at them, they do not suddenly become an image, clear and sharp, of what analysis and interpretation have.

They will not tell Guardiola how his team could be so obvious, so highly superior in all available metrics and in all imaginations – owning a smoother ball and more inventive, creative, youthful and dynamic – and yet completely unable to shake off Madrid’s tail.

And they will not realize Ancelotti how his team stays alive and fights in this semi-final, has more than 90 minutes to face their own fans, whirl and whirl, break all human logic and reach the Champions League final. . They certainly do not tell him how Real Madrid manages to do it, again and again it seems to attract strength as he gets closer to the edge, constantly finding the will and cleverness to invent his own curious, self-reinforcing magic.

Guardiola himself admitted that it was a half-joke before the game, which suggests that a normal, instinctive analysis of Real Madrid did not make much sense because Ancelotti’s team is so chimerical by nature. He meant it, presumably as a reflection of the virtuosity of Karim Benzema and Luka Modric, the ability of the best players of their generation to play at will, but it sounded a bit like he was saying to Real. Madrid makes no sense.

He certainly has too much respect – even for Real Madrid, the club that was his main enemy for the first four decades of his career – to say it out loud, but his experience at the Etihad did not contradict him.

“Real” lost in 10 minutes: scoring two goals, relentlessly exposing themselves, suddenly resembling an expensive collection of talented but unhealthy people who were rejected by all right-minded people as they were four titles in the Champions League. David Alaba, who spent his entire career in the elite, seems to have been replaced by something called Clow Engineer. Tony Kroos has been aging every minute for decades.

Then, out of nowhere, Ferlan Mendy carried a cross, a cross that exceeded expectations, and Benzema stepped in and weighed and scored, even though it was not immediately clear, both in the human body and in the laws. Physics is designed to work that way.

It does not matter. City voluntarily divided Madrid. Riyad Mahrez hit the post. Phil Foden takes one of a series from the line. Shortly afterwards, Foden transformed a clever, cut cross to restore the City pillow to relieve tension on Etihad.

The ball came from Fernandinho’s foot, teasing the central midfielder, who was reborn for the evening – in calming circumstances – as a robber fullback. His rejuvenation lasted two minutes. Guardiola was still celebrating when Vinicius slipped into an opponent of his time, took off half the length of the pitch and the ball bounced off Ederson.

City came again, Bernardo Silva shared all the nuances and difficulties and just hit the ball as hard as he could, knocking out his shot by Thibaut Courtois. Benzema turned around, smiling sadly, as if he could not fully believe the holes from which his teammates had to be pulled out.

To some, it may seem like an acknowledgment of defeat, a final consent of fate. But this is Real Madrid, this is Benzema, and this is the Champions League, so obviously what happened was that Amerik Laport inadvertently – but unquestionably – took the ball into his own penalty area, and Benzema got to his feet and knocked silently. And confidently, directly in the middle of Ederson’s door.

Guardiola was sitting on an ice box in the technical zone, his fingers pressed to his forehead, in horrible fear, as if trying to impose any reason for all this. It is an ungrateful thing. This game made no sense. His result, which meant that Real Madrid left Manchester for something more concrete than hope, 90 minutes ago between Ancelotti’s players and another Bernabeu in the Champions League final, made no sense.

There is no data, no vignette, no analysis that adequately explains how Manchester City managed to defeat Ancelotti’s team so perfectly and still leave the draw so delicately. Real Madrid does not make sense, not even in the Champions League, and all you can do is take a bath with that.

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