Poodle, rottweiler and vice versa

Stories of poodles, rottweilers and vice versa. Wednesday April 6, Stamford Bridge: European champions, Chelsea, surrender in a dizzying match against Real Madrid. 1-3 describes the coach Tuchel the catastrophe of bondage. He feels he has been defeated and thus shows it. Ancelotti, meanwhile, plethoric; but content. He has a lot of football time.

Tuesday, April 12, I found myself returning to the Santiago Bernabéu seeking arguments with a solid basis to be the best stadium in the world and for many years producing amazing evenings. Fans receive the team as if the fourteenth European Cup is coming out of the locker room, such is the euphoria. Of these, the poodle of the penitent Tuchel he transforms into a rottweiler and the madridista plunges into unexpected misery. In the 78th minute, Courtoisforever Courtois, who had already scored three goals and saw almost lost a win, cleared a magical hand of what would be 0-4, a slab. His providential stretch ends with a deadly counterpunch to that Rodrygoto the master pass of eternity modric, becomes 1-3. The Bernabéu woke up. The public stopped licking its wounds, eating pipes, emerged and believed again.

From 0-4 to 1-3; hoarse throat, the extension to the dispute and from there to the last 2-3. again Vinicius Y Benzema they reward their goalkeeper’s effort by turning a resounding failure into a pyrrhique victory: 2-3 is still a defeat, the sweetest. come (cius), Ben (zema) and vinci. The London poodle is a Rottweiler in Madrid to end metamorphosis wonderfully domesticated. And now, I’ll ask: are they in the right frame of mind that before the game they celebrated “fourteen” in ecstasy? They are not mad, they admire the faith of the team, used to play in the semifinals.