Magic beats control once again in Real Madrid’s enchanted canyon
When the moment came it seemed to strike referee Daniele Orsato like a surge of static energy. Orsato had been phlegmatic at the Bernabéu. He shrugged. He jogged. But this place does something to you. As Karim Benzema fell, ankle tapped by a lunge from Rúben Dias, even before his body hit the turf referee Orsato’s arm was springing out from his side, ramrod straight, possessed with the voodoo of another of these absurd electrical storms, these nights of white noise, white light, where nothing is ever done until it’s done.
