I often have heated dialectical debates with madridistas who take the easy way out in this type of situation: “We have to look for a substitute for modric. At 36 years old, he cannot be the undisputed starter in Madrid”. I answer them with football arguments, not linked to the cold personal data of the ID. “What guarantees does Camavinga? AND Valverde?” In that case they bow their heads and come to their senses: “Man, it’s true that at 19 years old, Camavinga looks a little green. He needs time and matches to be able to pull him off on important days.” And with the Uruguayan they end up handing over their weapons: “faith He is very good, but he is very irregular and with so much injury there has been no way of seeing him as the player of breaks and tears that he seemed two years ago”. The conclusion is gladly assumed Ancelotti: Let Modric play.
Nobody has given Luka that status. The Croatian kinesiologist discovered by my partner Marco Ruiz is witness to that extreme professionalism and exclusive dedication to ensure that her small body continues to delight us almost until she is 40 years old. Modric is from that school of players who assume that they play the way they train, that they take care of themselves with the illusion of continuing to enjoy football as if they were still young. He is a yogurt with no expiration date.
Modric hardly gets injured, plays harder than ten years ago and has a physical display that amazes even his closest friends (starting with Pedja Mijatović). Last Saturday, in Vallecaslightning did a diabolical counter and only three fell from the Madrid to defend one was Luke… In the offices of the Bernabeu They take note and soon they will call him to put his signature to one more year of contract. He has earned it on the field. No merengue imagines a Madrid without him. Modric is a lot of Modric.