Chapter 978 Battle at Wembley (7)
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Lao Zuo
Ramos and the Real Madrid players who were waiting in front of Lindy suddenly felt their hearts sank, only feeling the dark clouds over their bodies.
Even the hairs stand on end, which is the instinctive reaction of creatures when they encounter danger.
Ramos looked up at the sky.
The sky and the earth are suddenly clear, the clouds recede, and the weather is myriad.
It seems to be avoiding something according to the rules.
The fans in the stands also felt that something had changed on the field, but they just couldn't tell what it was.
Only Dalglish on the sidelines had a flash of light in his eyes, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
After Lindy knocked Modric away, he looked at the Real Madrid defense that was shrinking towards the center in front of the penalty area. Instead of rushing hard, he suddenly pulled to the side.
Everyone was thinking that Lindy was going to shoot or force a breakthrough. When this move was surprising, they were also confused.
Marcelo, who was approaching the middle, was startled when he saw Lindy rushing towards the side, and hurried to follow.
But Glenn Johnson's timely insertion made the sideline defense suddenly precarious.
"Liverpool's chances, they take locally..."
Just when Lao Zhan thought that Lindy was going to open the gap from the side, Lindy suddenly turned around.
The left foot stands still, the right foot draws a circle, and sends a very beautiful penetrating ball with the outer instep.
A beautiful arc around the running Marcelo came to the penalty area.
Marcelo turned his head to look behind him, and his back was soaked in cold sweat immediately.
This is the loophole after he left, and a neglected figure is coming out of the oblique stab, it is the Griezmann who has disappeared for a long time.
In the ribs of the penalty area, Ramos has thrown his body directly out.
Every fan who was watching this game stood up.
Anticipation, longing, despair, surprise, all kinds of intense emotions are intertwined on the court and all over the world.
It seems that there is a force gathering at Wembley Stadium.
Griezmann has never felt that his brain is so clear, and every step is under his precise calculation.
But before that, he didn't even know why he suddenly stepped forward.
It's as if someone is guiding you somewhere.
And Lindy's passing is so comfortable, as if it was tailor-made for his pace.
One buckle and one push.
The simplest action throws off Ramos' block and shoots in the opponent's desperate eyes.
It's a great feeling.
Casillas's position in the near corner can't stop his technique from the far corner.
remember!
I'm Antoine, I don't need to study the history of human evolution!
A beam of moonlight happened to fall, poking his head out from the avoiding clouds.
"Boom!"
The crispness of the football hitting the inside of the goal is comparable to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" in his ears, which is extremely beautiful.
Without ecstasy, he ran a few steps, crossed the bottom line and knelt down, pointing to the sky.
"Lord, I do your will, I do your will..."
A string of prayers continued to be recited in his mouth.
In his opinion, such an occasion, such a goal, is a gift from heaven, and that is what the Lord wants him to do.
Lindy looked at this kid with some amusement, and came to him through the silent Real Madrid crowd, and joked:
"Yo, what about prayer? Is it the moon god or who?"
Griezmann insisted on finishing the prayer before getting up and hugging Lindy: "This is what God gave me."
"Crack~"
Griezmann lowered his head and covered the back of his head, "Team Lin, why did you hit me?"
"Stinky boy, who passed the ball to you? Am I your master? Do you want to call your master when you go to the clubhouse at night?"
"That's right, you kid, don't you look at who is passing the ball to you?"
Gerrard and others came up to hug Griezmann.
The kops in the stands are already crazy, the score of 3 to 1 makes the game seem to be half settled?
"What an unexpected goal."
"Anyone who sees Lindy break through the middle with such violence will jump on him, including Lindy himself."
"However, he showed us an absolutely calm mind. He didn't try to defeat a hundred, but attracted the defense and sent a wonderful pass."
"Look at the ball, the turn, the instep of the right foot, the arc, it's perfect."
Lao Zhan and the fans in front of the TV watched mesmerized, like a dance-like art.
"This is what those European fans call [Savage Forest], it's just a slap in the face."
Ferguson and Gary Neville were dumbfounded, a perfect switch between violence and art.
What kind of player can do that?
Time is going back quickly in Ferguson's mind, Redondo?
Batistuta?
He was already a little confused, what exactly did he miss back then?
"I seem to have missed the next 10 years of Manchester United!"
For the first time, Cantona saw regret on Ferguson's face. This 72-year-old man has been ups and downs in football for decades. How has he ever behaved like this?
It was Dalglish on the sidelines, watching Lindy and Griezmann rush towards the home team bench with their teammates.
In addition to being excited, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a boulder in his heart had begun to fall slowly, and the acceleration of his heartbeat during the fast-paced transition between offense and defense had eased.
Only Ronaldo is different from the Real Madrid players. He stood alone outside the penalty area, raised his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then exhaled heavily.
"Come again!"
He gave a low snort and walked towards the goal.
When passing by every player, he would step forward and pat them on the shoulder: "Maybe Real Madrid will lose one day, but not now."
"Maybe one day we too will be discouraged, but not today."
"Maybe one day I'll act like a piece of shit, but not this game!"
His voice began to get louder and louder, his eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes were glittering under the moonlight.
Ronaldo didn't wipe it, he squatted down and picked up the football.
Letting the tears fall from his face, his firm expression and decisive eyes moved the people around him.
Pepe opened his mouth, but didn't stop Ronaldo who was walking past him.
This man, the man he is very familiar with and has supported until today, has changed.
Once the team scored 5 goals, Ronaldo, who would complain if he didn't score, has begun to change.
Ronaldo put down the football, stood at the kick-off point, and turned his head to signal the players to come up.
Then he looked at the stands belonging to the Meilingers, took a deep breath, and clenched his teeth.
He started waving his hands.
Yes, in the face of fans who are already a little bit desperate, he is waking them up.
Real Madrid never bows their heads!
Even in the face of adversity, the proud Meilingers should not despair.
This is the profound heritage that countless generations of pure white fighters have laid for the team.
"Halamadrid!"
The first roar resounded in the pure white, seeming to awaken the pride deep in the hearts of the Meilingers.
"Halamadrid!"
"Halamadrid!"
"Halamadrid!"
The royal war horns have been sounded, and the White Warriors have been awakened by their king.
The king of the Bernabéu is calling his fighters.
Behind Ronaldo, the players raised their heads and took firm steps.
Under the moonlight
Baiyi Shengxue
......
Even the hairs stand on end, which is the instinctive reaction of creatures when they encounter danger.
Ramos looked up at the sky.
The sky and the earth are suddenly clear, the clouds recede, and the weather is myriad.
It seems to be avoiding something according to the rules.
The fans in the stands also felt that something had changed on the field, but they just couldn't tell what it was.
Only Dalglish on the sidelines had a flash of light in his eyes, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
After Lindy knocked Modric away, he looked at the Real Madrid defense that was shrinking towards the center in front of the penalty area. Instead of rushing hard, he suddenly pulled to the side.
Everyone was thinking that Lindy was going to shoot or force a breakthrough. When this move was surprising, they were also confused.
Marcelo, who was approaching the middle, was startled when he saw Lindy rushing towards the side, and hurried to follow.
But Glenn Johnson's timely insertion made the sideline defense suddenly precarious.
"Liverpool's chances, they take locally..."
Just when Lao Zhan thought that Lindy was going to open the gap from the side, Lindy suddenly turned around.
The left foot stands still, the right foot draws a circle, and sends a very beautiful penetrating ball with the outer instep.
A beautiful arc around the running Marcelo came to the penalty area.
Marcelo turned his head to look behind him, and his back was soaked in cold sweat immediately.
This is the loophole after he left, and a neglected figure is coming out of the oblique stab, it is the Griezmann who has disappeared for a long time.
In the ribs of the penalty area, Ramos has thrown his body directly out.
Every fan who was watching this game stood up.
Anticipation, longing, despair, surprise, all kinds of intense emotions are intertwined on the court and all over the world.
It seems that there is a force gathering at Wembley Stadium.
Griezmann has never felt that his brain is so clear, and every step is under his precise calculation.
But before that, he didn't even know why he suddenly stepped forward.
It's as if someone is guiding you somewhere.
And Lindy's passing is so comfortable, as if it was tailor-made for his pace.
One buckle and one push.
The simplest action throws off Ramos' block and shoots in the opponent's desperate eyes.
It's a great feeling.
Casillas's position in the near corner can't stop his technique from the far corner.
remember!
I'm Antoine, I don't need to study the history of human evolution!
A beam of moonlight happened to fall, poking his head out from the avoiding clouds.
"Boom!"
The crispness of the football hitting the inside of the goal is comparable to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" in his ears, which is extremely beautiful.
Without ecstasy, he ran a few steps, crossed the bottom line and knelt down, pointing to the sky.
"Lord, I do your will, I do your will..."
A string of prayers continued to be recited in his mouth.
In his opinion, such an occasion, such a goal, is a gift from heaven, and that is what the Lord wants him to do.
Lindy looked at this kid with some amusement, and came to him through the silent Real Madrid crowd, and joked:
"Yo, what about prayer? Is it the moon god or who?"
Griezmann insisted on finishing the prayer before getting up and hugging Lindy: "This is what God gave me."
"Crack~"
Griezmann lowered his head and covered the back of his head, "Team Lin, why did you hit me?"
"Stinky boy, who passed the ball to you? Am I your master? Do you want to call your master when you go to the clubhouse at night?"
"That's right, you kid, don't you look at who is passing the ball to you?"
Gerrard and others came up to hug Griezmann.
The kops in the stands are already crazy, the score of 3 to 1 makes the game seem to be half settled?
"What an unexpected goal."
"Anyone who sees Lindy break through the middle with such violence will jump on him, including Lindy himself."
"However, he showed us an absolutely calm mind. He didn't try to defeat a hundred, but attracted the defense and sent a wonderful pass."
"Look at the ball, the turn, the instep of the right foot, the arc, it's perfect."
Lao Zhan and the fans in front of the TV watched mesmerized, like a dance-like art.
"This is what those European fans call [Savage Forest], it's just a slap in the face."
Ferguson and Gary Neville were dumbfounded, a perfect switch between violence and art.
What kind of player can do that?
Time is going back quickly in Ferguson's mind, Redondo?
Batistuta?
He was already a little confused, what exactly did he miss back then?
"I seem to have missed the next 10 years of Manchester United!"
For the first time, Cantona saw regret on Ferguson's face. This 72-year-old man has been ups and downs in football for decades. How has he ever behaved like this?
It was Dalglish on the sidelines, watching Lindy and Griezmann rush towards the home team bench with their teammates.
In addition to being excited, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a boulder in his heart had begun to fall slowly, and the acceleration of his heartbeat during the fast-paced transition between offense and defense had eased.
Only Ronaldo is different from the Real Madrid players. He stood alone outside the penalty area, raised his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then exhaled heavily.
"Come again!"
He gave a low snort and walked towards the goal.
When passing by every player, he would step forward and pat them on the shoulder: "Maybe Real Madrid will lose one day, but not now."
"Maybe one day we too will be discouraged, but not today."
"Maybe one day I'll act like a piece of shit, but not this game!"
His voice began to get louder and louder, his eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes were glittering under the moonlight.
Ronaldo didn't wipe it, he squatted down and picked up the football.
Letting the tears fall from his face, his firm expression and decisive eyes moved the people around him.
Pepe opened his mouth, but didn't stop Ronaldo who was walking past him.
This man, the man he is very familiar with and has supported until today, has changed.
Once the team scored 5 goals, Ronaldo, who would complain if he didn't score, has begun to change.
Ronaldo put down the football, stood at the kick-off point, and turned his head to signal the players to come up.
Then he looked at the stands belonging to the Meilingers, took a deep breath, and clenched his teeth.
He started waving his hands.
Yes, in the face of fans who are already a little bit desperate, he is waking them up.
Real Madrid never bows their heads!
Even in the face of adversity, the proud Meilingers should not despair.
This is the profound heritage that countless generations of pure white fighters have laid for the team.
"Halamadrid!"
The first roar resounded in the pure white, seeming to awaken the pride deep in the hearts of the Meilingers.
"Halamadrid!"
"Halamadrid!"
"Halamadrid!"
The royal war horns have been sounded, and the White Warriors have been awakened by their king.
The king of the Bernabéu is calling his fighters.
Behind Ronaldo, the players raised their heads and took firm steps.
Under the moonlight
Baiyi Shengxue
......
