VThere is evidence ahead: Madrid was right to bet on Hazard. Cristiano is over (we still don’t really know why), Messi it was impossible, (now we know better than ever), Neymar always dribble against Madrid (and Florentino ended up getting tired), Mbapp achanted to the BBC (a mistake that perhaps ends up paying) and Haaland I would not have foreseen it in 2019 or Jules Verne. So there weren’t many options beyond Hazard, undisputed star of the Premier (the best league in the world, no one offended me) and with a more than acceptable injury history: only 20 games out in seven seasons with the Chelsea. He was heading towards the end of his contract and it wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t prohibitive either according to expectations.
All of them, even the most humble, have been disappointed in Madrid by Hazard, who has never been a monk (his football is based on talent, not physique) and that he has appeared in his two preseason in white in obvious low form. It is not known if the club did not make him see that Madrid is not Chelsea, if the one who did not realize the difference was the footballer or if it is all a matter of metabolism. At this point, it matters little. In season and a half he barely exceeds thirty white matches, and his dream shared with Courteous from playing one day in the ‘White House’ has degenerated into a nightmare that seems to have no end. With just 30 years of age, an ideal age for the maturity of a footballer, Hazard crosses a meadow that makes one doubt if his physical fragility is more worrisome or has the presence of spirit necessary to play for Madrid.