Neighborhood Fachendas

The main stars of the Real Madrid and Barça finished the match like neighborhood braggarts, who gave a lamentable image, with the police cordoning off the Real Madrid bench. Now we'll get a glimpse of images of who started it and who said what to whom, but no one can spare us the shame. A collective reflection is urgently needed that focuses on the testosterone-fueled behavior of footballers and those around them, including the media. The "Let's see who has the most balls" trend must be denounced as an example of toxic masculinity at its finest.

Lamine Yamal's nonsense in the previous conversation comparing Madrid to Ibai Llanos's Porcinos, with men who are already old enough to be his father and who behave like teenagers, with boasting included in a circus that doesn't interest me at all, but that seems to have weight, not that it apparently had weight just when the referee blew the final whistle. Lamine Yamal likes to put himself out there in public, even when his physicality isn't up to par, as he later demonstrated on the pitch, but what he said wasn't in keeping with the context, which was a conversation between colleagues. It's the overexcited atmosphere surrounding him that should be examined with a magnifying glass, not the phrase itself.

Vinícius is permanently hyperventilating, and so it goes. Despite being one of his team's best players in the Clásico, he is more criticized than ever for his antics after Xabi Alonso substituted him and the subsequent booing. He's the real deal and has been infuriating for some time now, but no one has been able to stop him or stimulate his neurons with the aim of educating him emotionally. The Barça star seems to be following the same path, now surrounded by an entourage that laughs at his every joke and a club incapable of controlling him.

Madrid won against a team weighed down by injuries, which ended with Casadó and De Jong at center-back, Araujo up front, and Szczesny as the star, but there's nothing to celebrate while both sides fail to notice, justify, minimize, and get wrapped up in sterile debates about who is the most sterile about who owns the ball. What a shame.