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Arsenal crushed Real Madrid (3-0) to the Emirates in the quarter-final first leg of the Champions League. Thanks to a sparkling rice, the Gunners hit a big blow.
The wind was blowing hard in northern London, but it was nothing against the storm that the Gunners were unleashed on Real Madrid. A 3-0 sec, clear, authoritarian, which made the foundations of Europe tremble. At the Emirates, Arsenal has not just won. Arsenal ridiculed the European champions.
And yet, nothing suggested such a hurricane. A disputed, balanced first period, when only a Raya stop on Mbappé at the 31st reminded that Madrid, sometimes, could still bite. But in the game, Arsenal wanted more. Rice placed a head slammed by Courtois. Martinelli was trying himself. The goal seemed close, and he was going to come … later. But three times.
The jewel and the missile: Rice crucifies Real
The tilting intervened in the 58th minute, on a free kick that Roberto Carlos would have applauded by both hands – and besides, he was in the stands to see him. Rice, without the slightest goal on a free kick in 338 pros matches, found the short of the courteous pole of a fleeting interior. Already a miracle. Twelve minutes later, the improbable became reality: same man, the same hold, but this time in the skylight.
A jewel, a dazzling. A Emirates in Fusion.
Merino completes the beast
Madrid, groggy, never got up. No reaction, no opportunity, even after the third goal scored by Mikel Merino, of a dry recovery from the left to the 75th, served by the young Lewis-Skelly. Real had already sunk, the Spaniard only closed the coffin.
The last time that Arsenal had beaten Madrid in C1 was Highbury. This time, it is at the Emirates, and the shock seems even more resounding. Because this Real, as little inspired as it is Apathetic, did not exist in the second period. Not a strike, not a thrill. And it will take something other than a simple start to believe in a rise in Bernabeu.
A legendary scent, a taste of revenge
There remains a return, of course. But Arsenal has just waved an institution. And in the lodges, some surely observed carefully: PSG, which could possibly face the winner in the semi-finals, now knows what to expect.
Because beyond the score, there was this football. Fluid, daring, irresistible. A return to the big hours of the Wenger era. And tonight, Europe knows: Arsenal is not there to play the extras. Arsenal is there to overthrow everything.
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