Anyone who has minimally followed Madrid's trajectory this season knew that the 0-3 at San Mamés was a mirage. It was seen in Xabi Alonso's face from the moment he jumped into the Bernabéu. Tense face and closed jaw that contrasts with the 'performance' he is doing in the press conferences to try to confuse a media environment that has marked him. Because up to three questions after the debacle against Celta They pointed to his dismissal in case of defeat against City.
Xabi Alonso, in the electric chair
Not even the referee's alibi is worth it to the Basque. A week is coming full of clichés against the referees that will be shown on the club's official television. But behind the kicking, all those who are minimally involved in the life of Madrid they know that Xabi Alonso's project is in a coma. The one who was a notable white player is on his way to the precipice after having thrown in the towel on what is fundamental: control of the locker room. And that ends up taking shape on a playing field where there is no trace of their ideas.
What was experienced upon returning to the Bernabéu after 37 days of the NFL's 'American show' and absence was the culmination of a process of self-destruction that now seems irreversible. The expulsion of Fran García, who saw two yellow cards in one minute, reflected the desperation of Xabi Alonso. A languid “don't fuck with me” came out of his mouth. when Quintero González confirmed the side's mistake. A self-expulsion that unleashed chaos. What seemed like an awakening of rage was the assumption of drama.
Xabi Alonso has not enjoyed a single day of the more than half a year he has been sitting on a bench that has become an electric chair. His end is predictable except for a turn of events that does not hide the process of destruction to which he has been subjected by a club that first turned its back on him and then made him sign a public peace agreement to silence the noise. Madrid is a monster that devours itself. Along the way he has lost the quality and gift that made him achieve inexplicable miracles.
Megía Dávila, for Quintero González
That's what Real Madrid has worse. Not getting your way. Do not toss the coin ten times in the air and nine times it comes up heads. At the Bernabéu everyone looks at each other, although not at each other's faces, in search of culprits. The easy thing is to talk about a conspiracy, to which Xabi Alonso joined with “I didn't like the refereeing”. However, the players, even more than himself, are portrayed after a pitiful staging from which they only emerged when they saw themselves with 10 and in front of an angry audience.
Because the public on the festive weekend opened the songbook against the referees, which ranges from “corruption in the Federation” to “Negreira, Negreira.” The result: two expelled from the field when Carreras joined Fran García with a “you're terrible”; a red one -more than titles- for Endrick; and Carvajal repeating his coercion in the locker room tunnel. If in last year's Champions League elimination he threatened, rebuked the fourth referee and threatened Saka, against Celta he went after Quintero González.
The phrase, reflected in the minutes, is the following: “The level you give and then crying at a press conference”. A clear allusion to what happened in the last Cup final, in which De Burgos Bengoetxea exploded in the face of the campaign of harassment and demolition received by the white club team. Not only through their official channels, but also by players and even former teammates like Megía Dávila, Madrid delegate. The first to go against a referee to whom the scenario did not impose in the slightest.
The celebration of LaLiga in the classic
The Bernabéu believed that with a “throw eggs” he would turn on the centrifuge that saved him on so many European nights in which Madrid has gone from ridiculous to epic with an ease that only belongs to this team. When the saving shot goes wide or Courtois does not work the miracle, all the vulgarity of a club without a short-term solution appears.. Because the 'laissez-faire' of Ancelotti, the winningest coach in the history of the entity, and therefore the most appropriate, did not work. That should have been enough of a warning sign.
However, Xabi Alonso, who now puts his head on the line against a Guardiola whom he was able to relieve, wanted to get into a hole from which only the Italian and Zidane have emerged alive in recent times. Because there is an obvious problem with the game, but above all with attitude. That one of the criticisms of the Basque's method was the length of the videos in the analysis sessions shows how consented are the figures of a nucleus that has lost its way. Mentally and physically, in view of the injuries.
Because it was as true that Militao's return to the general captaincy of the defense had been a miracle as it was that he broke into a desperate race due to a collective imbalance. Madrid and its fans believed they had won LaLiga after the classic. In a celebration inappropriate for the team that supervises the others, they demonstrated a manifest inferiority that has ended up assimilating a team of 'highlights', where overreaction has devoured the group, unable to sit down to talk, think and play.
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