La Decima becomes Real. After having dreamed of it for twelve long, very long years, Madrid conquered the Champions League number 10 in its history. A very important goal, worthy of the most glorious club football knows, which arrived at the end of a final that was stupendous in terms of intensity and twists and turns. Thanks also to a moving Atletico Madrid, punished by the cruelty of a beautiful but ruthless game.
Yes, because in the 93rd minute the colchoneros had the Champions League in hand and Ancelotti one foot and three quarters in the infernal group of losers. Only one episode could overturn a match directed towards Plaza Neptuno by a goal from Godin, in collaboration with the unfortunate Casillas, and it arrived thanks to Sergio Ramos, Madrid flag like the goalkeeper. His header shrugged off our Carletto's shoulders a ton of anxieties and fears, and with him all of Madrid.
The white team had managed to do little up to that moment, partly for the value of the opponent, athletically irrepressible, partly for the gray evening of the most representative men. Cristiano Ronaldo and Bale weren't well, but unlike Diego Costa (who went off after 8' with the usual muscle problems) they managed to play throughout the final. The god of football rewarded them by having them both score in extra time, in which Madrid effectively switched gears. Di Maria put the fifth to jump the Atletico defenders like skittles and propitiate the coach's goal for 100 million euros, which after deciding the Copa del Rey final was therefore repeated on the most important night (110'). There the colchoneros surrendered, exhausted by the efforts of a season that could have been memorable but will still be remembered. Real didn't take pity and finished off their cousins with Marcelo (117') and Cristiano Ronaldo (penalty in the 120th minute), thus putting the exclamation points on the Tenth.
A triumph that bears the signature of Carlo Ancelotti, in his fifth European Cup, the third as a coach. Called up in the summer by Florentino Perez to succeed where, in order, Queiroz, Camacho, Luxemburgo, Capello, Schuster, Juande Ramos, Pellegrini and Mourinho had failed, the Italian coach hit the mark right away. Serenity, skill and a pinch of luck, all seasoned with the usual raised left eyebrow: here it is Carlo's recipe, officially in the history of Real Madrid since yesterday. Nothing to do instead for Atletico, again defeated in the Champions Cup final after the previous one against Bayern 40 years ago. The applause goes to the colchoneros, the glory to the blancos. Because football after all, albeit cruel, has its own logical thread. The one who brought Decima to Real Madrid's bulletin board.
