A stingy Madrid

A great goal from Endrick , assisted by Bellingham , and once again the players saved a pitiful Ancelotti , who played against a much inferior rival as if Madrid were a small team willing to suffer until the end.

The coach cannot wash away his tacky Italian defensive sense. With his damn low block, older than the dinosaurs, he could have blown himself up. Luckily for him, a phenomenal Lunin appeared, who sooner or later will be Courtois ' successor.

Ancelotti's absurd Madrid played the whole match in a catenaccio style, as if they were facing a giant. A pantomime, because if they had been a little more daring in attack, they would almost certainly have won a score that would have sealed the tie.

Although Carletto 's fear was stronger than anything, when Real was a rough opponent with few quality players and who got tired of running, like the battery bunny, from the start of the second half.

You only had to look at his reviled Endrick, on an island of solitude, like a castaway. But the Brazilian sealed the match, with the help of Bellingham. Meanwhile, Vinicius' debut as captain could not have been poorer.

He was lost in the desert sands and in a more than worryingly poor form. Bellingham even gave him a candy to mark and he solved it with an absolutely ridiculous shot.

The most embarrassing spectacle, however, was that of the very mediocre Fran García . He even helped gift a goal to Real Madrid, which seems useless at scoring. García cannot play a single minute more for Madrid. He is irrelevant and dangerous.

A bit like Camavinga , another problem for Lunin, with his damaging losses. I don't like players who are lame on one leg. They don't create plays nor are they capable of stealing the ball from their opponents.

If Ceballos hadn't been there, it would have been a disaster. In the end, the Sevilla player also fell into the whirlwind of fouls, some so dangerous that they had to replace him.

Real is a team without substance, dependent on a spiritless Kubo , fragile as a Japanese vase. An extravagance of the universality of Madrid. If Real boasts of players like Kubo, much worse is this Aramburu , a wreck of bad intentions, ready to finish off the rival no matter what. He is a burgundy from Caracas. And worse for the sad Imanol , who always stays on the sidelines. Neither forward nor backward.

The latest perfidy of a Federation that tries to finish off Madrid in any way, has been the case of the Committee of Indiscipline. Even the referees have been perplexed by the amnesty to Antony . They have already adulterated the match with Betis by amnestying the irregular Brazilian, of whom Manchester United itself has had enough and almost gave him away. Such is the sewer of the Federation.