In the away dressing room at one of Europe’s great football cathedrals, there was only silence, a state of paralysis. Nobody spoke, nobody argued. It took a lifetime for everybody to head for the showers and board the coach back to Madrid’s Mandarin Oriental Ritz.
Pep Guardiola paced around the room because pacing is all that Pep Guardiola knows in those moments. Head spinning, Manchester City had been thrown into the Real Madrid washing machine and whacked on the highest heat. They had shrunk. They lost when it appeared for all the world as though they were about to win. Where
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