Spain's black week. The Iberian country, increasingly in crisis and tormented by the umpteenth government bond auction gone badly, it doesn't even improve in football. While, pretending nothing happened about far more important things than two football matches and an elephant hunt - gone badly - by King Juan Carlos, everything let us foresee an all-yellow and red Champions League final on 19 May in Monaco, the eggs in the basket would seem broken for now.
Thinking about it were the two luxury outsiders, namely the eventual landlord of the final, Bayern Munich, and Di Matteo's surprising Chelsea, former executioner of Napoli in the round of XNUMX. Both, by winning at home against Real Madrid and Barcelona, have already set a small record: once the two favorites of the tournament are defeated, they will finish the competition having won all 7 of their home games, and they are the only teams to have succeeded so far, given that Barça drew in the group with Milan, and Real to match them – and to reach the coveted final – will have to overcome Bayern in the second leg at the Bernabeu. Otherwise, however, the Bavarians will have the opportunity to return within the friendly walls of the Allianz Arena for the last act: there they will either be able to "dirty" the en plein with home victories, or achieve a historic 8 out of 8 which would mean the fifth Champions League on the bulletin board.
In London, however, the hero of the day is Di Matteo, who as no one first revived the Blues' fortunes in the league, and then achieved the great feat of this Champions Cup: overcoming Pep Guardiola's invincibles, even if a little fortunately, even if only by 1-0, with goals of the eternal Drogba.
Everything is still open for the second leg: Chelsea did the best result, managing not to concede a goal at home, even if the technical gap with the Blaugrana is greater than that between Real and Bayern. The Germans will go to Madrid with the sword of Damocles from Ozil's goal, but champions like Robben and Ribéry will certainly not be ashamed to frighten the Bernabeu. All open, therefore, but already with half certainty: the final will hardly be the all-Spanish one predicted by everyone.
