The biggest culprits y'all, but not the only ones.
Real Madrid is right now the sport's world portrait of Jon Voight in "Midnight Cowboy", weak, suicidal, lazy, self destructive and overall stupid. Without direction, style or concept of the wanted and desired, we have become a group charade of an AA meeting on a weekday rainy day. We show up because is required, it is in the program and we need the points. Everything else is just stale coffee, hardened cookies and an overwhelming desire to belong; then, we pack up our belongings and hurry out the door with a self promise of good intentions and an after the fact accurate analysis of the match which go right out the window sill as soon as we step on the next TV station.
Real Madrid is a team of topnotch professionals, god knows they are all internationals, but it still is an oxymoron as a team, as a concept of what a team should be and what are the priorities. Personally I think is a problem of chemistry, mostly of entropy, the character of bonds and the laws of thermodynamics. The team has a tendency to gravitate to lower energy states, the law of the minimal effort, giving it a look of unconnected and barely holding polar bonds, the weakest of chemical unions, where togetherness is maintained with an intermittent electrostatic charge. In this situation we have an outstanding front line and a very weak defense. One resides on a higher energy shell, the latest on the lower, content with Pauli's exclusion principle and feeling safe on their many years of association of opposing electron spin. One performed at a higher level, the second simply exists to maintain structure and refuses to scape the model to give a chance to other particles. The lower shell is after all, full, complete and accommodated in their inadequacies.
Madrid is an entity fully complying with the laws of thermodynamics, after all energy is never destroyed just changes states. Thus, the oxymoron resurfaces on the effort rate where the energy output must equal the energy input during the duration of the game. We are a team who refuses to defy the laws of physics, we must endorse the ruling of nature to its maximum exponent, so we must always play at maximum potential a few minutes and barely scrap by the rest of the time. The team must pay homage to the three laws, and I am not referring to Asimov.
We are also a Pythagorean universe, a cosmos dominated by the spheres and the never-ending trek to find its harmony. We have our particular Kepler, Mr. Carletto, attempting to fit the model of tetrahedral Platonic solids into a unit ruled by the musical cadence of the seven spheres. A futile endeavor in any regard, since it has been observed that the Sphere of the divine is only comprised by half of the team, whilst the lower sphere is filled with the mundane, the crude, the lazy, the unintelligent, basically the vulgar and unbecoming. This particular situation is the ultimate dichotomy, THE oxymoron quintessential, the source of all evil, the bringer of our doom.
There is only one sphere that should concern Real Madrid, the frigging ergosphere, but that is a subject for the next lesson. Class dismissed.
Carletto doing his thing: In search of harmony