Midnight had come by the time Karim Benzema left the Bernabeu and it was still going around his mind, the moments that slipped away from him, the opportunity. One shot? He'd had more than that. The stats said seven and the sensations were worse: As one went past the post near the end, he watched in disbelief, resigned to failure. It was late; it could have been later and still he wouldn't have found an explanation. He wouldn't have found a goal, either. The way he saw it, he could have played all night and it just wasn't going to go in.
Real Madrid's blip in form, scoring isn't a cause for concern ... at least not yet
