It was not even close, which was surely the most impressive thing from Manchester City’s point of view as they roared into the Champions League final; another step closer to ultimacy, immortality.
The power came during an eviscerating first-half, when Bernardo Silva scored two and Real Madrid were reduced to quivering wrecks, fortunate that the damage was not heavier.
Jack Grealish had one of the games of his life and he was ably supported by pretty much everybody around him. With this Madrid team on these kinds of nights, partly because of their history – 14 European Cups and all the rest – there is usually the feeling that they are never truly dead; they will find a way back.
Not here. Madrid knitted a few moves together in the second-half and if that bears reporting it was because of how one-sided it had been previously.