And now it’s 3-0. Oof. Disaster for RB Leipzig.
Bernat obtains this one after a comedy of errors of the defenders of Leipzig.
Two changes for Leipzig help.
Emil Forsberg and Patrik Schick came on for Leipzig to start the second half (Olmo and Nkunku, both of whom had largely forgettable first-half starts). There is a little more threat from Leipzig at the start, but no real chance until Forsberg snatches a shot off Rico’s crossbar a few minutes into the half.
The second half begins and the PSG subs are already showing signs of life.
It should be noted that PSG were the most rested – or was it the most out of practice? – team on the pitch in Lisbon after the French league, alone among the best European leagues, ended its season early, in March, due to the coronavirus pandemic. This made PSG the champion again, but it also left their players with no form of play and prone to injury if pushed. His possible Thomas Tuchel, if he thinks that this match is indeed underway, could try to rest some players before Sunday’s final.
RB Leipzig can only blame himself for this half.
It’s hard not to think that Leipzig was complicit in his own demise: Peter Gulacsi’s mistake for PSG’s second goal (probably decisive) was just the last and most significant incident in which the team from Julian Nagelsmann was particularly sloppy with the ball. All high pressure teams have an element of chaos about them – that’s what makes it all work – but on a stage like this, against opponents of this quality, you have to exploit it much more effectively.
But that shouldn’t distract from the quality of PSG, and in particular their top three, (with a nod to Leandro Paredes’ wonderful prompting in midfield).
Neymar may have forgotten how to shoot, but he produced 135 of his best Champions League minutes for a few years in the last week; the first half here, as well as the quarter-final victory over Atalanta, is at a level it hasn’t produced consistently in this competition since Barcelona’s 6-1 victory over their current employers in 2017 Kylian Mbappé is full of threats, as always, a player to prove that his time has come; Ángel Di María is the perfect complement of both. The understanding they forged among themselves, and which was nurtured by Thomas Tuchel, is wonderful to watch and, at times, seems totally unstoppable.