So yesterday I decided to break down that Real Madrid smashing Borussia Dortmund 4-1 game everyone’s talking about. Figured it’d be fun to really dig into how each goal happened, piece by piece. Grabbed some snacks, fired up the replay, got my notebook out. Man, it was brutal. BVB just got rolled.
Starting With the Mess
First thing I noticed was how shaky Dortmund looked right from kickoff. Like, nobody seemed sure where to be or what to do when Madrid had the ball. They were kinda just… there. Standing around. And Madrid, man, they just smelled blood. Went straight for the throat. Didn’t take long.
The First Punch
Alright, goal number one. Maybe 15 minutes in? Watch Kroos. Oh man, Kroos. He just looks up, sees the entire Dortmund defense sleeping, and bam. Plants this perfect long pass right over everyone’s heads. Vinicius Jr. is already sprinting, way faster than anyone chasing him. One touch to control it, cool as ice, and slots it past the keeper. Simple. Ruthless. Dortmund players looking at each other like “Who was supposed to pick him up?” Yeah, no one.
Double Trouble
Goal two hit soon after. This one hurt more, felt like Dortmund just gave up. Madrid wins the ball back high up the pitch – Dortmund trying to pass it out from the back? Big mistake. They lose it cheaply. Bam. Ball gets pinged fast across to the edge of the box. Nobody closing down Kroos again! He has so much time it’s crazy. Just sets himself and curls it beautifully into the corner. Keeper had no chance. Honestly, looked like training ground stuff. Dortmund defense? Wide open. Zero pressure.
Game Over
Third goal, second half. Game was dead already, but Madrid wanted more. Dortmund still pushing bodies forward like they weren’t 2-0 down? Recipe for disaster. Madrid breaks lightning quick. Rodrygo gets the ball, slips past one defender like he wasn’t there, finds Camavinga making a late run. Camavinga smashes it first time. Keeper gets a hand to it, but no way was he stopping that rocket. Absolute screamer. Done and dusted. Just pure speed on the counter.
Salt in the Wound
The fourth was just showing off. Almost the last kick. Dortmund defense is exhausted, out of ideas. Ball’s bouncing around their box. Joselu sees it drop, knee-high, maybe six yards out. His back to goal? Doesn’t matter. He just snaps a wild overhead kick. Keeper probably blinked, ball was in the net. Insult to injury. Perfect finish to a beating. Madness.
Wrapping Up the Carnage
So after rewinding like a hundred times, here’s the ugly truth:
- Dortmund defense was asleep on the first goal. Vinicius untouched.
- Gave Kroos way too much respect (and space) for the second. Gift.
- Kept pushing forward stupidly leaving massive gaps for the third. Easy counter.
- Totally switched off for Joselu’s acrobatics. Just gave up.
Yeah. Madrid was sharp, yeah. But honestly? Dortmund pretty much handed them three goals on a plate with how poorly they played. Watching it back slowly was kinda painful. Like watching your mate get absolutely mugged on the street. Four times. Ouch. Still, cracking goals to analyze, even if BVB fans probably cried themselves to sleep.
