The game began as a chess match played at 100 miles per hour. Madrid’s big men, towers of strength under the rim, traded blows with Bologna’s physical frontcourt. Every bucket felt like it had to be carved out of granite. By the second quarter, Real Madrid began to find their rhythm, with Campazzo orchestrating a fast-break masterclass that left the defenders grasping at shadows.
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But Virtus wouldn’t break. They answered every Madrid run with a clinical display of perimeter shooting, their veteran guards silencing the crowd with three-pointers that seemed to defy physics. By the fourth quarter, the lead had changed hands twelve times. The scoreboard was a blur of red and white digits, ticking down toward a finish that no one was ready for. Real Madryt - Virtus Bologna