Chapter 370 We are Real Madrid, this is the Bernabeu!

"Six minutes! Three goals in six minutes!"

"The door was shot to pieces!!"

"Don't you have any defense at all???"

The Bernabeu was quiet, but the Real Madrid fans watching the game in front of the screen were about to go berserk.

"I went to the toilet, and when I came back and saw 3:0, I thought Real Madrid had made a comeback, but then I met a ghost!!"

"Get out of the Bernabeu!!"

"Pei Pei is a loser, you kick him, kick him, where is your usual energy?"

"If you put eleven pigs in the restricted area, he won't have an easy time!"

"Isn't it just a loss of the ball? Let me be the goalkeeper! I don't want any money!!"

"We are Real Madrid, not whores. This is the Bernabeu, not a chicken coop!"

"He can cum however he wants, huh???"

"Kneel down and beg this lunatic to score two fewer points!!"

"Disband!!"

"Santiago Bernabeu, the biggest joke of the century!"

"Trash, go to Barcelona, go to Camp Nou!"

The crowd was heated, with angry Real Madrid fans and even more incendiary Barcelona and Atletico Madrid fans.

The fans who were gloating about the misfortune followed and cursed together.

The entire Spanish sports forum is almost paralyzed.

“Would you like a face??”

"King of the Champions League?"

"The jingle is blown before the game, and the hammer is pressed during the game?"

"Are you worthy of this glorious whiteness? Are you disgusting?"

"Real Madrid has disgraced you all!!"

Real Madrid fans watched the game, cursed with all their strength, and reluctantly left the screen, still waiting for a miracle to happen.

Lamenting its misfortune, anger is indisputable.

Just like a helpless parent, no matter how useless the child is, he still can't let go of his obsession.

Still hoping for a turnaround.

There was no anger at the Bernabéu at this time, only pain and despair.

"Look up, we are Real Madrid!" These inspiring words now sound like a huge irony.

Why are you raising your head? Make someone slap their mouth?

It's better to lower your head and hide, and still protect yourself.

Pepe in the backcourt, as a contribution to Real Madrid and the oldest one in Real Madrid, shouted loudly and inspired his teammates.

You can lose, but you can’t lose. You don’t have any pants anymore, right?

Benzema!

Bell!

Cristiano!

Cheer me up!

There's us behind!

We will never lose the ball again!

Rush up to me!

Let Manchester City understand, this is the Bernabeu!

This is Spain, the mecca of European football teams!

Here are the best players, the most passionate fans, and the greatest heritage!

Fight back, fight back!

Goal, goal! !

Pepe raised his hand and roared at the stands in all directions.

We need you!

Brave and sincere fans, we need you!

The majestic Pepe raises his hands high, a brave fighter seeking strength from his loyal fans.

In the Bernabeu stands, some of the silent fans had tears in their eyes.

When there was no hope, Pepe stood up.

Show them the way forward.

At first, only some tough-minded fans stood up and shouted Real Madrid slogans at the top of their lungs.

"HalaMadrid!"

“HalaMadrid!!”

“HalaMadrid!!!”

Inspired by these fans, more Real Madrid fans stood up.

In the most difficult times, these fans overcame their inner despair.

They are like hundreds of rivers converging into a sea.

The exciting roar drowned the entire Bernabeu.

The endless power of faith comes from all directions and pours into every Real Madrid player on the field.

Zidane shouted from the sidelines, joining the fans.

Real Madrid's players raised their proud heads again.

The last stand!

Only five behind!

Not a problem!

Cross stood there, feeling like a power was about to spurt out of his body.

This is football!

This is faith!

Come on, Manchester City!

We are proud of Real Madrid and this is our home court!

We are invincible!

Cross holds the ball, and Real Madrid's trident keeps running around.

Modric received the ball and completed a very beautiful escape!

Then he sent the ball to the center with a kick, ready to find Benzema.

After Benzema turned his back, flowers bloomed at his feet, leaving Stones somewhat stretched.

The Real Madrid commentator sounded excited when he saw the continuous beautiful moves of Kroos, Modric and Benzema and listened to the shouts of the fans on the field.

"Yes, we are lagging behind, we are already on the edge of the abyss from which there is no retreat!

But we have great players and we have the greatest supporters in the world!

We will eventually get out of the predicament and move towards the light!

HalaMadrid! !

Hala…Ha…H…”

As the strange situation on the field developed, the high-pitched voice of the Real Madrid commentator became smaller and smaller.

"Ha?"

Benzema responded with a kick, Sagna fell to the ground and made a sliding tackle. The football was poked from the penalty area to outside the penalty area.

David Silva was entangled by Modric, and he passed the ball to Clichy on the wing.

Carvajal followed the inside line to delay Clichy's advance.

Clichy pushed the ball hard with his left foot to De Bruyne in the center.

At this time, De Bruyne was like a super sports car, being double-teamed by Casemiro and Ramos, rushing to the left, and at the same time, using his thigh force, he kicked the ball to the right!

There's Sterling.

"Ha???"

Real Madrid's commentator looked at Manchester City's smooth cooperation and his pants were almost wet.

Real Madrid retreated quickly, but these passes made these defensive players very embarrassed.

Even rolling and crawling, he didn't stop the ball.

"Sterling...don't come in..."

Sterling gritted his teeth and sprinted, attracting the defense of Real Madrid players.

Because Marcelo attacked too far forward, it was difficult for him to come back, but he was still trying his best to catch up.

Ramos can only fill in first, leaving the center to Pepe and Modric who may return later.

Before Ramos reached his position, Sterling kicked the ball.

The football flew.

The arc is huge.