Club World Cup: Let’s talk about Huijsen | Club World Cup 2025

Madrid stayed with 10 for a naive unconsciousness of Asencio, faced with a football soldier full of scars such as Solomon Rondón, who has found in El Pachuca the last and unlikely station in which to seek glory. Everything happened in the 7th minute, and by then the Mexicans had warned with bugles.

The whole game was waiting for the Real with one less player and sensations similar to those of the first day: center of the field overcome and defense in stampede to stop escape routes. As if the ball weigh twice. Courtois saved Madrid twice, and suddenly Madrid, after the Sophoco of the first 25 minutes, began to save himself.

With prudence, graduating at the end of a hibernation, the whites taught the shine of the knife thanks to two protagonists, Güler and Gonzalo. The quarry striker has appeared in America as a starter after the casualties of Mbappé and Endrick. There were other options (Vini, Rodrygo), but Alonso chose to launch a message and, incidentally, reveal a player full of news. Auction and goal striker, of appearances, in the World Cup a guy has been discovered that discharges the first and second touch, spabling the second line and disappointing the opposite defenses. A kind of flashlight that arrives with its light on corners in need of strikers so playing backs refer sweetly, such as a shy evocation, Karim Benzema. It was almost the second goal of him, when he clarified within the area a ball that left Güler in the race. The Turk, lost the first minutes, began to take flight as the ball had. It is one of those players who breathe with the ball and agonize without it.

Vinicius, by the way, was also present in the goals. Almost always at the origin of the play. Roma and without much fortune, trying again and again, claiming the ball and guidance of the game, shooting the legs of the opposites. Whatever, but Vinicius is almost always. Far from his best game, still from the imbalancing striker who won games for himself. It is the same. Having it in the field is having a button that the equipment can click at any time.

And let’s talk about Dean Huijsen, discreet against Al-Hilal and Emperor in the second when Madrid needed him more, drowned by the Red of Asencio. They placed to Tchouameni next to him and began to come up with the ball and without ball, cut and coverage. It is impressed to see it cross play lines with the ball from the defense bottom, exceeding rivals while cleaning the field.

It is one of those centrals that play with their heads upright, as if instead of looking at the striker they were contemplating a work of contemporary art that they do not understand at all but fascinates them. He has some clueless and murderous steta: sometimes he forgets that he is defending and starts directing the orchestra. Surely some disgust falls for that, but the joys will be greater.

In the same way that Trent is still looking for his place, Huijsen has begun to do it with a hierarchy that scares. The Madrid of Fernando Hierro and Sergio Ramos needs a central with the exact ways of Huijsen, long legs like wires that leave the area to adventure. A funny couple can form with Asencio to see, because of how little they look like and how much they complement each other.