Chapter 887 Battle of Catalonia (2)
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Lao Zuo
"This..."
Lao Zhan was speechless for a while, and the current scene made him feel a little familiar.
"Handball, the referee Rizzoli directly awarded Barcelona a penalty kick, let's take a look at the slow-motion replay."
On the court, the referee Rizzoli once again faced the pressure of Liverpool.
Just 30 seconds ago, Harvey's pass directly penetrated Liverpool's defense, and the figure that appeared in the penalty area was Pedro.
Saber out!
The 167-foot forward, the core of the mvp system, bypassed everyone and appeared in Liverpool's penalty area.
In an instant, Liverpool's defense sounded the alarm.
But De Gea's positioning is very good, and Carragher's supplementary defense is also quite timely.
However, everyone knows that he wants to pass back in an inverted triangle.
Everyone in the outflanking Barcelona in the middle was already close to their position, and Pedro, who broke into the penalty area at high speed, saw no chance, so he decisively passed back.
Harvey's follow-up shot was directly blocked by Maguire out of the penalty area, but the referee pointed directly at the penalty spot.
In slow motion, Maguire is desperate to block the eye-catching defense.
It's just that the football hit his arm with precision, as if Harvey was aiming at the opponent's arm.
When De Gea saw the referee's gesture, he could only look up at the sky helplessly: "I knew, I fucking knew this day would definitely come!"
What I am most afraid of is penalty kicks. The penalty kick practice in the team has always been in poor condition.
Even when he was training at Lindy's house, he was able to save a single shot from close range, but he had nothing to do with penalty kicks alone.
This penalty kick didn't even need to be replayed in slow motion, and Lindy could only shake his hand helplessly to express his dissatisfaction.
Any team would be dissatisfied by first blowing away their own goal, and then immediately giving the opponent a penalty kick.
In the stands of Liverpool's visiting team, everyone turned their heads again to look at the fat man with his shirt torn off.
Shelp felt that the big men around him looked like knives, looking up and down at him in a terrifying way.
Shelp, who was trembling all over, finally collapsed under this kind of pressure, and a kind of courage to go all out surged into his heart. He stood up and shouted at the kops: "What are you doing? If you want to kill, cut it, don't be so fucking Can you torture people?"
The hoarse Shelp continued to shout: "I just like Messi? What's wrong? What the hell happened?"
"You guys are allowed to like Lindy, but I'm not allowed to like Messi?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't expect this fat man to be so kind.
Several people looked at each other, and one of them, a burly man with tattoos all over, nodded: "Boy, if you have the guts, then I'll give you a ride."
Shelp hadn't had time to congratulate himself on bluffing the savages when he saw the man who most frightened him break through the crowd and come towards him.
Seeing that casserole-sized fist was about to swing at him, Shelp felt his legs go limp, and the courage he had just now disappeared without a trace.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, this penalty is a misjudgment, definitely a misjudgment!"
The strong man turned his head and said: Look, I knew it was like this.
On the court, Messi put the ball down and backed away slowly.
De Gea spread his arms as far as he could, bouncing back and forth, wishing himself luck.
Lindy stands outside the penalty area, ready to rush into the penalty area at any time.
But the reality is so cruel sometimes, De Gea judged the wrong direction, and the Nou Camp once again fell into a carnival.
"2-1, Barcelona took the lead at home."
Lindy looked at the Messi who rushed towards the fans and shook his fist fiercely, shook his head and pulled up the frustrated De Gea: "It's okay, we will get back."
"Yes, we will get it back!" Carragher also stepped forward and patted De Gea.
The words of the two seemed to have magical powers. De Gea nodded and did not speak, but his eyes flickered again.
Lindy went to Maguire who blamed himself again: "It's not your fault, if the defender loses the courage to rush forward, it will be terrible."
But Maguire stroked his bangs backhand, his eyes were dark: "No, this is my fault."
Lindy wanted to say something more, but Maguire suddenly raised his head: "But I will find my way back!"
He turned his head to look at the people around him, and everyone looked at him together, as if they were waiting for an order.
"Go, let's fight back!"
The game restarts.
The smiles of the Camp Nou fans still remained on their faces. Liverpool's counterattack was like a returning wave, surging in, and they didn't give the opponent any chance at all.
The game time is 25 minutes.
Liverpool played a simple coordination in the middle, Lindy and Gerrard's collision with the wall directly made Busquets and others, who were active in their brains, unable to react.
Short pass penetration in the middle?
Their eyes were all on Coutinho, Griezmann and Suarez who were outflanked by the two wings.
I didn't expect the opponent to be so bold, when Lindy returned the ball to Gerrard again.
"Oh!"
Even the fans in the front row could hear the crisp sound.
You know, the La Liga stadium is not like the Premier League, where the stands are next to the stadium. The loud noise can be heard from such a long distance, which shows how powerful the ball is.
The world's heavy artillery - Gerald!
If it weren't for Valdes' hard-fought save, I am afraid that Liverpool would have equalized the score in an instant.
But the fans at the scene were scared into a cold sweat.
In the following time, it became Liverpool's unilateral offense and Barcelona's defense.
After a season of grinding, this team has experienced Lindy's injury and Dalglish's suspension, and it seems that there is no difficulty that can be called difficult in front of them.
It's just one goal behind, and even Coutinho is still interested in trying one-on-one fancy tricks on the wing.
As the team's condition is getting better and better, Barcelona is gradually feeling the pressure.
The 433 formation is very useful in the counterattack, but if the counterattack route is cut off, the pressure will be a bit high in terms of defense alone.
With Liverpool's attacks wave after wave, even Messi involuntarily returned to the front of the penalty area due to the invisible pressure.
Even if it is used as a fixed stake, it is a kind of contribution, because he saw the distress of his teammates.
Barcelona's only two counterattacks were also strangled in the cradle as Lindy gradually retreated from the organization.
Just like this time, Maguire is at the end, Carragher and Lindy are before the arc of the penalty area, and everyone else has already reached the hinterland of Barcelona.
It's not that Liverpool can't attack without Lindy!
The game time is 37 minutes.
Griezmann received the ball on Barcelona's right wing and, without thinking about any passing, aimed a direct cross at Giroud in the penalty area.
Only under Puyol's hard interference, the football was confiscated by Valdes.
The latter directly threw the ball to Harvey who turned his head and rushed towards the opponent, but a figure suddenly appeared in the air, and a halfway interception came directly.
"It's Lindy! Barcelona's formation is messed up, chance!"
......
Lao Zhan was speechless for a while, and the current scene made him feel a little familiar.
"Handball, the referee Rizzoli directly awarded Barcelona a penalty kick, let's take a look at the slow-motion replay."
On the court, the referee Rizzoli once again faced the pressure of Liverpool.
Just 30 seconds ago, Harvey's pass directly penetrated Liverpool's defense, and the figure that appeared in the penalty area was Pedro.
Saber out!
The 167-foot forward, the core of the mvp system, bypassed everyone and appeared in Liverpool's penalty area.
In an instant, Liverpool's defense sounded the alarm.
But De Gea's positioning is very good, and Carragher's supplementary defense is also quite timely.
However, everyone knows that he wants to pass back in an inverted triangle.
Everyone in the outflanking Barcelona in the middle was already close to their position, and Pedro, who broke into the penalty area at high speed, saw no chance, so he decisively passed back.
Harvey's follow-up shot was directly blocked by Maguire out of the penalty area, but the referee pointed directly at the penalty spot.
In slow motion, Maguire is desperate to block the eye-catching defense.
It's just that the football hit his arm with precision, as if Harvey was aiming at the opponent's arm.
When De Gea saw the referee's gesture, he could only look up at the sky helplessly: "I knew, I fucking knew this day would definitely come!"
What I am most afraid of is penalty kicks. The penalty kick practice in the team has always been in poor condition.
Even when he was training at Lindy's house, he was able to save a single shot from close range, but he had nothing to do with penalty kicks alone.
This penalty kick didn't even need to be replayed in slow motion, and Lindy could only shake his hand helplessly to express his dissatisfaction.
Any team would be dissatisfied by first blowing away their own goal, and then immediately giving the opponent a penalty kick.
In the stands of Liverpool's visiting team, everyone turned their heads again to look at the fat man with his shirt torn off.
Shelp felt that the big men around him looked like knives, looking up and down at him in a terrifying way.
Shelp, who was trembling all over, finally collapsed under this kind of pressure, and a kind of courage to go all out surged into his heart. He stood up and shouted at the kops: "What are you doing? If you want to kill, cut it, don't be so fucking Can you torture people?"
The hoarse Shelp continued to shout: "I just like Messi? What's wrong? What the hell happened?"
"You guys are allowed to like Lindy, but I'm not allowed to like Messi?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't expect this fat man to be so kind.
Several people looked at each other, and one of them, a burly man with tattoos all over, nodded: "Boy, if you have the guts, then I'll give you a ride."
Shelp hadn't had time to congratulate himself on bluffing the savages when he saw the man who most frightened him break through the crowd and come towards him.
Seeing that casserole-sized fist was about to swing at him, Shelp felt his legs go limp, and the courage he had just now disappeared without a trace.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, this penalty is a misjudgment, definitely a misjudgment!"
The strong man turned his head and said: Look, I knew it was like this.
On the court, Messi put the ball down and backed away slowly.
De Gea spread his arms as far as he could, bouncing back and forth, wishing himself luck.
Lindy stands outside the penalty area, ready to rush into the penalty area at any time.
But the reality is so cruel sometimes, De Gea judged the wrong direction, and the Nou Camp once again fell into a carnival.
"2-1, Barcelona took the lead at home."
Lindy looked at the Messi who rushed towards the fans and shook his fist fiercely, shook his head and pulled up the frustrated De Gea: "It's okay, we will get back."
"Yes, we will get it back!" Carragher also stepped forward and patted De Gea.
The words of the two seemed to have magical powers. De Gea nodded and did not speak, but his eyes flickered again.
Lindy went to Maguire who blamed himself again: "It's not your fault, if the defender loses the courage to rush forward, it will be terrible."
But Maguire stroked his bangs backhand, his eyes were dark: "No, this is my fault."
Lindy wanted to say something more, but Maguire suddenly raised his head: "But I will find my way back!"
He turned his head to look at the people around him, and everyone looked at him together, as if they were waiting for an order.
"Go, let's fight back!"
The game restarts.
The smiles of the Camp Nou fans still remained on their faces. Liverpool's counterattack was like a returning wave, surging in, and they didn't give the opponent any chance at all.
The game time is 25 minutes.
Liverpool played a simple coordination in the middle, Lindy and Gerrard's collision with the wall directly made Busquets and others, who were active in their brains, unable to react.
Short pass penetration in the middle?
Their eyes were all on Coutinho, Griezmann and Suarez who were outflanked by the two wings.
I didn't expect the opponent to be so bold, when Lindy returned the ball to Gerrard again.
"Oh!"
Even the fans in the front row could hear the crisp sound.
You know, the La Liga stadium is not like the Premier League, where the stands are next to the stadium. The loud noise can be heard from such a long distance, which shows how powerful the ball is.
The world's heavy artillery - Gerald!
If it weren't for Valdes' hard-fought save, I am afraid that Liverpool would have equalized the score in an instant.
But the fans at the scene were scared into a cold sweat.
In the following time, it became Liverpool's unilateral offense and Barcelona's defense.
After a season of grinding, this team has experienced Lindy's injury and Dalglish's suspension, and it seems that there is no difficulty that can be called difficult in front of them.
It's just one goal behind, and even Coutinho is still interested in trying one-on-one fancy tricks on the wing.
As the team's condition is getting better and better, Barcelona is gradually feeling the pressure.
The 433 formation is very useful in the counterattack, but if the counterattack route is cut off, the pressure will be a bit high in terms of defense alone.
With Liverpool's attacks wave after wave, even Messi involuntarily returned to the front of the penalty area due to the invisible pressure.
Even if it is used as a fixed stake, it is a kind of contribution, because he saw the distress of his teammates.
Barcelona's only two counterattacks were also strangled in the cradle as Lindy gradually retreated from the organization.
Just like this time, Maguire is at the end, Carragher and Lindy are before the arc of the penalty area, and everyone else has already reached the hinterland of Barcelona.
It's not that Liverpool can't attack without Lindy!
The game time is 37 minutes.
Griezmann received the ball on Barcelona's right wing and, without thinking about any passing, aimed a direct cross at Giroud in the penalty area.
Only under Puyol's hard interference, the football was confiscated by Valdes.
The latter directly threw the ball to Harvey who turned his head and rushed towards the opponent, but a figure suddenly appeared in the air, and a halfway interception came directly.
"It's Lindy! Barcelona's formation is messed up, chance!"
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