They'd been there for some time when the call came through to disclose to them they were remaining in the wrong place. Raphaël Varane's handball had really been in the territory, VAR chose, so rather than a free-kick it was a punishment, which was the reason only 14 minutes into this current end of the week's opening amusement, Levante were 2-0 up at the Bernabéu, Real Madrid heading for another annihilation and Roger Martí heading for the south-west corner, celebrating. On the contrary touchline Madrid's chief stood still, turns in his pockets, gone. A couple of columns above, somebody tapped the president on the shoulder and gave him a telephone. Florentino Pérez took it, took a gander at the screen, lifted it to his ear, and a million images were conceived: present to me the head of Julen Lopetegui.
Monday is Lopetegui's multi day as supervisor of Madrid. It might likewise be his last. Possibly not today, perhaps not tomorrow but rather one day and soon, he will be sacked. A similar absence of options and time that helped place him in the activity are everything that keep him in it. It is difficult to discover the man to supplant him or the minute to do it: Madrid play in the Champions League on Tuesday; on Sunday they confront Barcelona. That match – the primary clásico without Messi or Ronaldo for 10 years – turns out to be significantly even more a pivotal occasion than common, a reason both to pause and to act: in some odd way, the main thing as awful as losing to Barcelona is beating them with Lopetegui still there. Let the clásico choose, beyond any doubt, however imagine a scenario where it chooses the wrong thing.
Thus, allows simply check … that's right, still there. Or then again perhaps not when you read this. In any case, until further notice there he is, driving preparing in the daylight, despite the fact that he knows Madrid have suspected he was the wrong man for some time and turned out to be significantly more persuaded this end of the week – it's not simply that confidence is lost, and with amazing pace, that is a common issue; it's that the absence of confidence is shared, passed on through open voices, expanding the weight and enlarging flaw lines; that inclinations are pushed and players are quickly mindful, losing confidence as he loses specialist.
There's another, central reason. Basic, indeed: there wasn't that much confidence to begin with. Also, from that point forward the allegations against Lopetegui have amassed, some natural topics: he didn't play 18-year-old Vinícius Júnior; he was liberal of a squad some in power doubt, Sergio Ramos especially; the group are not in extraordinary physical condition; he has turned Keylor Navas and Thibaut Courtois; and neglected to characterize a beginning XI. Saturday's group – no Bale, Benzema, or Kroos, Vinícius not in the squad – was particularly striking, similar to the last signal of a censured man. On the touchline in Vitoria he fumed, wild as his group lost to Alavés; this time he appeared surrendered to it. Just there he is presently, saying he will "battle".
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It's solitary nine weeks into the season yet the lament at a few levels of the club presently is having held up this long. In the mean time, names keep on rising – it's a fortnight since Antonio Conte was called. He has a court case with Chelsea pending, and soon. Inducing Zinedine Zidane to return is a thought some clung to; somebody like him, from inside, is another. Xabi Alonso and Raúl don't yet have the full capabilities, however could join an accomplished mentor. Santiago Solari, in control at Castilla, does. Roberto Martínez, Michael Laudrup, Laurent Blanc, the rundown goes on.
The need develops additionally squeezing, as well. At the point when Varane dealt with the ball the ball on Saturday, he asked for the ref look once more. VAR took a gander at the scene, not the wrongdoing, presenting an exercise that things can simply deteriorate. Beaten in Seville, beaten in Moscow, beaten in Vitoria, they were beaten again by Levante. There's been an ineptitude about them, a capitulation to the inevitable that deteriorates with every moment. At the point when Marcelo scored it at last finished a hold up that had felt everlasting: it was their first objective for eight hours and one moment, apparently the longest dry season in their history until the point when somebody saw one of the diversions amid their past "best" in 1985 had gone to additional time.
This at that point, isn't the most exceedingly awful Madrid ever, all things considered. It's still awful, however. "This group is in vestiges," ran the front of Marca on Sunday. AS considered it an "add up to discount". Marcelo's objective, 13 minutes shy of that real record, was their first in multi month, and demonstrated useless. Vanquished once more, Madrid have lost three out of a line and four of their last five – and they didn't win the fifth, a 0-0 draw with Atlético. Indeed, even the amusement before that run, their 1-0 prevail upon Espanyol, hadn't inspired. The one preceding that, by difference, truly had: their 3-0 prevail upon Roma proposed another personality could be produced, just to be immediately overlooked. Lopetegui has lost the same number of focused amusements as he has won. He has five annihilations in his 12 amusements.
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