Jude Bellingham isn't a left-winger! Winners and losers as Carlo Ancelotti gets it all wrong for Real Madrid in derby defeat to Atletico

Few would have guessed that Atletico's often maligned striker would prove to be the difference between the two sides, but Alvaro Morata's brace was vital.

His role was stripped down from an attacking perspective here. The forward only had 28 touches all game, and was seldom involved off the ball. Instead, he provided an able body in transition, and, crucially, a clinical finisher when required.

Madrid will feel, correctly, that they should have defended Morata more effectively. Still, he took both of his goals well, meeting angled crosses and judging his headers expertly, leaving Kepa Arrizabalaga helpless on both occasions.

Morata is, contrary to social media belief, a rather decent centre-forward, despite all of the criticism levelled at him on a weekly basis. He showed just how impactful he can be on Sunday evening.

In the 47th minute, after Morata bagged his second goal, David Alaba turned around, looked angrily at his team-mates, and pounded the Metropolitano turf. But for all of his protestations, the Austrian could only blame himself. For the second time in the fixture, he had lost the Spanish striker, and been far too easily exploited with a simple cross.

It was the culmination of a rare poor showing from Alaba, who always seems to get the fundamentals right. He doesn't usually lose his man, or miss a header. He tends to time his tackles, and read passing lanes. Against Atletico, though, he was all over the place.

He can certainly be blamed for both of Morata's goals, and didn't offer much help on the Atletico second either, failing to communicate with his centre-back partner Antonio Rudiger as Griezmann found far too much space. He doesn't have bad nights often; this one was awful.

It is certainly too early in the season to be calling the Liga title race. Barcelona and Real Madrid will likely compete deep into the fixture list for the crown, these two fundamentally flawed but immensely exciting sides engaging in what should be an intriguing duel.

And although we are far too early to extrapolate points, performances and results into anything concrete, this would have made for a nice watch for the Blaugrana, especially after their own epic comeback win on Saturday.

Madrid were easily exploitable here, their defensive weaknesses laid bare. It is perhaps a showing that others can take inspiration from, too. Hit Madrid on the break, exploit the wings, and you will have a chance. And if this was the game that showed Madrid's biggest flaws — and gave other sides a clue as to how they might take a point or three off Los Blancos — then Barca might just have the upper hand in the weeks to come.

Ancelotti has promised for a year now that Modric would be steadily phased out of the Madrid line-up. He admitted in February that both the Croatian and Kroos would have to accept a "moment of transition" in the Spanish capital, and suggested that they will not be regular starters this year. On Sunday, it was easy to see why.

Modric appeared in the Madrid line-up for the second straight game, just five days after playing 70 tricky minutes against Union Berlin. And he looked tired from the first whistle, overwhelmed by the pace and bite of the contest. He struggled to get back, and was uncharacteristically squalid on the ball.

He played only 45 minutes, touched the ball 38 times, and didn't create a single chance. This was not the showing of the former Ballon d'Or winner. Rather, it was the trudge of a 38-year-old starting to look his age.

Regardless of how you feel about his tactics, Simeone was a fantastic watch on Sunday. The effortlessly cool, increasingly scary Argentine gesticulated, shouted and punched the air for 90 minutes. He turned to the crowd, yelled at his team in disgust, and seemed to take issue with every single refereeing decision — regardless of which way it went. He is a comical figure these days, a manager with a brand that has showed signs that it might just be falling out of fashion.

But his system roared into life on Sunday. A lot of the familiar parts of a Simeone special were here. Atletico ran ferociously, were fiercely vertical on the break, and timed every single one of their 13 fouls to perfection. Meanwhile, the Metropolitano crowd screamed and shouted its way through 100 minutes of football, willing on a side that was at its scrappy, irritating and immensely watchable best. This is not the best Atleti side, nor is it the most exciting. But Simeone still has a knack for the big nights.

As for the other manager... Ancelotti is tactically hamstrung this season. He doesn't really have a reliable striker, while the absence of Vincius Jr. limits the Italian's ability to deploy a formation with any real width. His response wasn't necessarily the best, though. Instead, he played five midfielders, and asked Bellingham, at his best this season as a second striker, to play on the left.

The result was as disjointed as one might imagine, Madrid struggling for any fluidity in the attack, while lacking a clear focal point for when things got awkward. Bellingham, for his part, had some good moments, but his impact was best summed up by a reckless challenge in the 96th minute that, with a less-amicable referee, could have resulted in a sending off.

They weren't much better without the ball. Despite outnumbering Atleti, five to four, in midfield, Madrid were often overrun, the system failing to compensate for the lack of defensive legs on Modric and Kroos. Ancelotti realised this at half-time, but his tactical tweaks — effectively a return to Madrid's more familiar diamond shape — came too late.