Should the humble sinner that we are enter into penance? Yes, Jesus Almighty, I failed. Yes, I doubted for a moment. But what do you want: the monstrous saves from Neuer, the improbable goal from Davies with his bad foot, and this Real who is much too dominant to be frank with the collar, how can we not believe that this time, the Merengue were going to pass, at most great relief for Kylian Mbappé in front of his TV, who must be knocking his knees just thinking about Vinicius and everything else. And then no. 0-1 in the 89th, 2-1 in the 91st, like in a bad film played by Sabine Azéma and André Dussolier. We still laugh, but less and less.
Need to change scenario
Understand well. We have nothing against Real, quite the contrary: the epic of 2022 has almost made us want to take out a socios card. But at some point you have to know how to say stop. James Bond, for example, to stay with the metaphor of the seventh art, it’s nice to see one from time to time. He’s going to save the world, pack a nuclear cannonball, we know the story, no worries. Except that Daniel Craig every year is no. We want to discover new horizons, that life surprises us. So excuse us, but the shot of the guy waking up in his coffin just before the cremation is funny once against City, but twice is fine.
Even the reproaches of a Tuchel fumasse against the refereeing on the last goal refused to Bayern have the air of a French film already seen a thousand times. The proof is enough to listen to him: “Having the courage to raise your flag at that moment is not courage, it’s a huge mistake. And the central referee who decides to whistle when he sees that we have recovered the ball, it would never have happened the other way around.” Probably Thomas, but it’s part of the package, you know it, we know it, everyone knows it.
Now we have to think about the little people who participate in this competition. Those who ask nothing of anyone, except to win it once by chance and then promise, then they go back into hiding. We don’t dare say the PSG, obviously, which even by chance would achieve nothing, but we have known more peaceful military dictatorships. Six finals in eleven years. ONE FINAL IN TWO SINCE 2014. All won. ALL WON. And most of the time in a filthy way, that goes without saying.
No need to talk about the next one at Wembley, anyway. Borussia will gently dominate for an hour, waste two and a half chances between Sancho and Fullkrug, then take a countered shot from Bellingham in the face in the 80th. Fifteenth trophy in the suitcases, thank you, hasta la vista baby.
Please, Real in the Super League
Is this unbearable yoke likely to end in the short term? From the moment even a guy like Joselu starts planting doubles to eliminate Bayern in two swings of the spoon, probably not. Ancelotti summed it up well, when we asked him for a rational explanation for these daily twists and turns: “When a player puts on this jersey, he becomes special”, quite simply. Almost want to try with Kolo Muani to see, well.
We can barely entertain the hope that Kyky will return to the locker room in six months next year, but just imagine that he is contaminated by the virus of absolute winning which is plaguing Real Madrid? No, the only solution, in the short term, seems to finally launch this damn Superleague as soon as possible, to put an end to the despotic regiment of Florentino Perez. Real Madrid which would face Barça and Juve fifty times a year while honest people could finally earn their crust properly during the week. Nasser, if you’re reading us, don’t hesitate to speed things up. We can’t take it anymore.