The best of the match between Real Madrid vs. Manchester City [VIDEO]

The lamp of miracles of Real Madrid in Europe is over. The comebacks, the feats, and the excitement are finished. It was swallowed up by a football-making machine, a rival shredder called Manchester City, that tore apart the white team on the best night in their history in the Champions League (4-0).

Two goals by Bernardo Silva, one by Éder Militao in his own net, another by Julián Álvarez, and above all, a torrent of play in the first half wiped out Carlo Ancelotti's team from the map. Always late, always worse, the Madrid team lacked a better strategy, many minutes of football, and the hunger that this time was present in City, who will never see the coveted 'Champions' as close as this time.

Perhaps Real Madrid had never been so blurred on their preferred stage. Disappeared, defeated, without concentration, behind a ball that always eluded them and they had to be grateful that it didn't end up in the net play after play. Real Madrid, the team that should never be counted out, this time came out lifeless at the Etihad.

Manhandled by a City that gave one of the most brilliant displays ever seen in the first half. The chances, which came one after another, were a reflection of an insulting dominance against the king of this. Only two impossible saves by Courtois, on two close-range headers by Haaland, prevented a bloodbath in the first twenty minutes. Real Madrid held on, but it was just a deception. It withstood an evasion to fall by repetition and deservedly so.

De Bruyne filtered a magnificent pass to Bernardo and he finished fiercely, knocking down Courtois' wall, who had already exhausted his miracles and couldn't do anything when Bernardo himself headed a ball floating in the area. He placed it in the corner with an unusual delicacy for this sport, more typical of serving a tray in basketball or making a drop shot in tennis, and vanished the spirits of Madrid, who could accept the 2-0 at halftime. That was the level.

The halftime disrupted the rhythm of the home team and allowed the courage of the white team to emerge, which, accustomed to European feats, trusted in a spark that would trigger another catharsis.

It could have been a free-kick by Alaba, who flicked Ederson's fingers, or it could have been one of the desperate sprints by Rodrygo or Vinícius, but without consistency and without faith, it was impossible for the miracle to happen this time.

Only Courtois, again, prevented his team from definitively giving up before time, and with 20 minutes to go, he extinguished Haaland's fire with a one-on-one in which the ball bounced off the Belgian's body and kissed the crossbar above.

To Real Madrid, who deserved to be knocked out for many minutes, luck smiled again, but it was a sarcastic smile, one of superiority. Like that prince who looks at the king knowing that one day he will fall and it will be him who sits on the throne.

When Militao, in an attempt to clear a set-piece, scored an own goal, Real Madrid collapsed completely, surrendering to the new king, the one who will be crowned on June 10 in Istanbul if Inter Milan doesn't perform a miracle almost as great as the one Real Madrid had before them: to defeat the best football team in the world, Pep Guardiola's team.

Julián Álvarez's goal in the final breath was the final blow to a Real Madrid that rarely, if ever, was so outmatched in Europe. Now it remains to be seen if a squad that has won everything and is aging in many positions can rise from this.

EFE.