PSG cruise to Club World Cup final after Ruiz and Dembélé stun Real Madrid
A little over a year later, on the day his first season at Real Madrid came to an end against his former club, the striker saw for himself, up close and painful, just how right his coach had been. The team that went to Munich and put five past Inter Milan, the biggest winning margin a European Cup final has ever seen, came to New York and scored four against Madrid to take them to the final of the Club World Cup.
If they hadn't scored more, it was because they didn't need to. Three came inside half an hour here, two from Fabián Ruiz either side of one from Ousmane Dembélé; the fourth, scored by Gonçalo Ramos was an adornment added in the 87th minute, the ease with which it was scored eloquent. Madrid were not just defeated at the MetLife; they were destroyed and taken apart, never given the chance to compete. Under a new manager, their time may come, and perhaps they will say they were not helped by the absences of Trent Alexander-Arnold and Dean Huijsen, or the shift in formation with the return of Mbappé, but this went deeper; it is PSG's time now.
This is some machine, alright. Unstoppable, the sense of superiority just overwhelming from start to ... well, not finish exactly, if only because the real finish came so early. By the time Ruiz gave them the lead after just six minutes, it was the third clear chance they had had, Madrid overrun already – and that wasn't including Khvicha Kvaratskhelia hitting the side-netting. Thibaut Courtois had made two incredible stops, suggesting that this might be another of those days when the bullets could fly, everyone unloading on him, and at the end of it all he would still be standing there undefeated, but this time it wasn't to be. Even he couldn't stop everything, and his teammates certainly weren't helping.
Instead, they were selling him out; so badly, that the best thing that happened in the sequence that led to the first goal was that PSG scored it. Raúl Asencio allowed a simple control to escape him. Suddenly a blue shirt was upon him – now there's a line that would be repeated, defining much of what was happening – and Dembélé took the ball from him, right in front of goal. Courtois took Dembélé down, committing what would have been a penalty and possibly a red card had Ruiz not been there to sidefoot into the empty net.
It was Antonio Rüdiger's turn next, swiping at and completely missing the ball. Again, it was Dembélé who was onto him in a flash. Racing through, he guided past Courtois. Nine minutes in and this was done. Not just because of the goals, although a third followed, but the play, the intensity in PSG and the lack of it from Madrid. The evolution under Xabi Alonso was nowhere to be seen, optimism evaporating. Yet if Madrid had fallen off a cliff, their opponents had forced them to edge and helped push them over it too, relentless. Vitinha, Ruiz and João Neves closed every gap as fast as the front three opened them. And the full-backs, Achraf Hakimi and Nuno Mendes ... well, calling them full-backs feels utterly inadequate.
Indeed, when Madrid showed the slightest sign of a reaction, Mbappé dashing up the left, it was Hakimi that ended it by making the third goal. Setting off near his own area, running seventy yards and playing three passes, he reached the other end and set up Ruiz to roll Federico Valverde and score. Half an hour in, PSG had 78% of the ball, 10 shots and were 3-0 up, as good as through.
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There was a Kvaratskhelia moment so good it made you laugh, taking it off Mbappé, nutmegging Arda Güler and heading off up the wing. Jude Bellingham had to make a superb recovery tackle but Madrid had been opened again, just as they had a moment earlier when they were grateful for a heavy Désiré Doué touch as he dashed free. And indeed when the referee Szymon Marciniak called back another PSG break because Mbappé was down. Courtois made two more saves before the break. At which point, it was all Madrid could aspire to for this to end here.
Which it kind of did. Kvaratskhelia and Dembélé were gone by the hour, Ruiz and Doué six minutes later. Between those, Bellingham and Vinícius Júnior made way too. Gigi Donnarumma didn't have a save to make, It was done, but there at the end were Bradley Barcola and Ramos playing it between them in the Madrid area, the striker turning and adding another for the fun of it, a final little flourish from the machine.
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