An enveloping finale, that of City; moving for the push in Real’s half of the field under the pressure of the “citizens” chants. Real crushed but Real armored; do you think that in the end, as always or almost, Carletto will take her home, precisely because De Bruyne and his teammates have been trying to deserve it for too many minutes. Indeed, deserving the victory by dint of seeking it. Then the Belgian carrot, in one of its brightest versions, slams one by one under the crossbar.
What other match starts, with the end of regulation time? It’s not easy to outline a horizon at that point. More than intentions can lactic acid; more than tension, Ancelotti’s chewing gum.
The cramps of Carvajal they are the emblem of all the intensity that the teams have shown. In the last part of extra time the penalty and penalty rotations begin. The anticipated final, even if it were a serious final, would observe this balance; with City dribbling until the end and Real controlling rather than conceding.
The penalties arrive and you see Ancelotti talking to Lunin, his goalkeeper. Whatever he told him, in the end, as almost always, Carletto takes it home.
Paolo Marcacci
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