The zamorana, when it is not a demonym, is a particular way of clearing the ball by the goalkeeper of a soccer team that takes the name of the mythical Ricardo Zamora. It consists of a blow with the arm using the elbow as a catapult. Vinícius thus scored a goal yesterday at the Bernabéu; The referee, a debutant, correctly ruled it out, but the VAR called him back and the man ended up seeing what he was not. Vinícius, in case anyone is confused, is not a goalkeeper.
Previously, Madrid had already been favored by the VAR twice with a goal disallowed against Almería (the play offers at least the benefit of the doubt due to an alleged prior foul against Bellingham) and a penalty against the Andalusians for handball preceded by two fouls by Rüdiger and Joselu. The Bernabéu stands, enraged by the phenomenal comeback, finished the match with a proud shout of “This is how Madrid wins”, a proclamation born in 1979 at the El Molinón stadium, as Xavier García Luque explained weeks ago in the pages from La Vanguardia: that was a spontaneous and indignant rhyme born from a refereeing that ran over Sporting. What a paradox.
The story of official Real Madrid (there are dissidents, although it is difficult to find them) draws on a somewhat paranoid view of the events that no one like Real Madrid TV has represented in recent times. According to this current, the white club is a victim that suffers the constant scourge of the refereeing class, a delirium that the catastrophic stupidity of successive Barça directors in paying Enríquez Negreira has contributed to propagating, providing it with a grain of supposed truth. Historiography denies this anti-Madrid plot, probably created as a ruse to cover up the power that Madrid, as the most powerful team in the country institutionally and media-wise, has possessed and exploited since the 1950s.
Barcelona fans, a movement allergic to unity of action and inclined towards fatalism, cannot combat these speakers. It has them in Catalonia, but its reach on a Spanish scale loses volume because it sounds peripheral. Far.
It was not easy for Xavi's Barça to go out to Villamarín knowing they were further away from the top of the League with respect to Real Madrid (Girona is something else, it is something admirable) after seeing Almería deserve one or three points, so their victory It has merit and it is not a question of relativizing it by alleging a new disconnection in the middle of the game.
There is a more daring Xavi that is emerging in recent games through his lineups. He named Ferran Torres, whose belief in himself through elemental self-help mechanisms is amazing and begins to serve as a guide. He opted for the insolence of Lamine Yamal, whom he endured the 90 minutes with justice because his game was very good, filled with the actions of a different footballer. He gave the alternative to Cubarsí as center back, a wink that moves the culé parish like few others, nothing like the teenage debutant from home. And, finally, he replaced a rusty Lewandowski with half an hour left and took advantage of João Félix as a catalyst.
The victory was, therefore, important, but more will be said about what happened in Madrid. Sometimes even the loudest and most influential voices suffer from hoarseness.
