Enough hours have passed since Waterloo the Classic enough to temperately assess what happened on Sunday at the Bernabeu. Madridismo continued to party since the magical night of PSGwe continued toasting for the hat trick from Benzemain the bars there was only talk of the next European crossing with the Chelseathe signing of Mbappe and the possible Haland… Nobody talked about the game with him Barcanor of the serious consequences that a defeat before the troops of the Xavinetaand even less than what a debacle would mean against that team that fights for the Europe League…
We have been great, leftovers. It seemed to us that this Clásico was like facing a Bernabeu Trophy before that eternal enemy that one day put us on guard with Messi, Neymar and Luis Suarez and whom we now saw as a meritorious team with such pedri in front. We were not humble in the concept or in the staging of what it means to measure up to those who live only to snatch from us that throne that we have legitimately earned for decades.
But we have learned. We are still the outstanding leaders and we are alive in the Champions. let’s win at Vigo and in London and we will recover the madridista pride. And, in addition, dressed in white…