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Rotherham's Wall Holds Firm

A goal inside the first minute from Lucas was enough for Rotherham United to beat Olympique Lyonnais 1-0 and keep their perfect Champions League record intact.

By Yanis Belkacem · The French Daily · 14 December 2063

The first minute had barely registered when Lucas struck, and Rotherham Stadium erupted. The Millers, as our preview had promised, pressed high and fast, and Lyon's wall, so often impenetrable, crumbled in an instant. It was the kind of start that defines a night, and from there, the match became a study in control.

Rotherham's 4-2-3-1 shape held firm, with Marco Beretta the heartbeat. The Italian, tired but tireless, won four tackles, made four interceptions, and covered 13.3 kilometres. He was everywhere, breaking up Lyon's rhythm, setting the tempo. Alongside him, Lucas not only scored the goal but delivered two key passes before being replaced in the 71st minute, his job done.

Lyon, for all their possession, rarely threatened. Their expected goals of 1.0 flattered them; only one shot on target all night, and that was tipped over by Maciej Szramowski. The French side's 4-4-2, which had served them so well, was stretched and stretched again. David Mândrescu, back at his old club, was a shadow, and Franck Ekwalla, rushed back from injury, looked off the pace. The old boys' duel, as our preview suggested, was decided early: Maxime Cazenave, the former Lyon man now in Rotherham colours, was a rock at left-back, while Mândrescu's return to South Yorkshire brought nothing but frustration.

There was a scare in the second half when Lyon hit the woodwork, but that was as close as they came. Rotherham, with Santiago Espíndola imperious at centre-back, saw out the game with the confidence of a side that has now won all of its European matches. The final whistle brought a roar that shook the stands.

For Lyon, the defeat is a blow to their ambitions. For Rotherham, it is another step on a journey that few outside the town believed possible. The Millers are no longer outsiders; they are contenders. And on nights like this, with the crowd singing and the players running through walls, they look like they belong.