There are matches that last a sneeze; others, on the other hand, are as long as a night watching over a baby. The Madrid-Oviedo (2-0) with nothing at stake falls squarely into the second category. What is the point of the game of a team whose motto is only to win when it can no longer do so? That is what the white footballers who took to the pitch would have thought, whistled at by their fans during the warm-up, then victims of a sepulchral silence in a half-empty Bernabéu. It is more interesting to spend the San Isidro holiday elsewhere than watching Camavinga lose balls in his season to forget, the icing on the cake being that, hours before the match, it was made official that he would miss the World Cup. “I understand that he is pissed off,” said the eloquent Didier Deschamps.