It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 223 221 Angels are also birds
The referee blows the whistle to start the game.

Barcelona immediately passed the ball back to the organization, and almost everyone was in the game at this time.

The Inter Milan fans in the stands booed without hesitation when they saw Balotelli come on the field.

Mourinho hopes that all the fans in the stands will shut up, but he doesn't know which one of the 80,000 people to ask to shut up.

I could only stand by and keep lingering, "Mario, calm down!"

At the same time, Balotelli on the field seemed to have really understood what he said and was fully focused on the game.

Soon, Xavi aimed his foot at Charles' direction and kicked the ball underneath.

"call out--"

The ball crossed the entire half court and accurately found Charles.

Motta and Cambiasso stepped forward immediately, and only then did they notice that Charles was wearing two completely different pairs of sneakers today.

Just when Cambiasso thought this had no effect on him, Charles kicked the ball outwards with the outside of his right foot, and he immediately realized his mistake.

Because when he just touched the ball, the amplitude of Charles' body swing was much more exaggerated than in the previous game.

If the first half was somewhat restrained, then the second half was simply full of firepower.

At this time, Charles changed direction and bypassed Motta. Motta quickly turned around and chased back, while Cambiasso blocked him tightly on the other side.

Maicon kept looking back at Charles's movements, then kept backing away.

As Mourinho's bus continued to press and the formation tightened, Charles' speed also slowed down.

That's it!

Cambiasso cooperated with Motta to press forward, but Charles just did a bicycle kick quickly, flicked the outside of his right foot outwards, accelerated again, and left Cambiasso and Motta half a body length away.

Maicon bent slightly and stared at Charles' feet, like a frightened bird.

Lucio, who was not far away, was also hesitating whether to provide support.

And at this time, Cambiasso and Motta made a comeback again.

Motta grabbed Charles's clothes from behind, and Cambiasso took the opportunity to hit Charles, trying to steal the ball.

Charles still wanted to get rid of Motta, but he couldn't, so he could only try his best to rush forward with Cambiasso.

Seeing this, Maicon did not sit idle either, but joined the battle directly.

Charles was completely locked down and lost his balance again due to the interference of two people. Even though he stood up again quickly, the ball had already been passed to Sneijder by Maicon.

Iniesta, who originally wanted to respond, looked at the referee and found that he did not show any reaction. He was so angry that he was speechless.

At this time, the other Barcelona players were all waiting for the referee's free kick decision. They were caught off guard and were caught off guard by Inter Milan.

Motta quickly passed through Barcelona's midfield defense, and then the other Barcelona players realized that there was no free kick at all.

At this time, Iniesta, Busquets and Xavi hurried back, but it was too late.

There is no such thing as it is never too late to mend the fences in football.

Pandev passed the ball directly to Balotelli, and Pique quickly fell to the ground and tackled the ball, but he was still a step too late and the ball rolled directly past his feet.

Puyol wanted to hold Eto'o, but Eto'o was not afraid of anyone in the single-man defense and directly shook Puyol off.

At this time, Balotelli not far away also received the ball, Puyol quickly turned and rushed towards Balotelli.

The Inter Milan fans in the stadium also stopped their booing.

Amid all the eager gazes, Balotelli had never felt his mind so clear.

He just poked Puyol's crotch with a light poke of his toes.

And Pandev behind him immediately rushed forward.

"boom!"

The Barcelona players looked back.

The white light was like an arrow, passing through their chests directly and finally stopping quietly in the net.

"Inter equalised at the start of the second half and now everything is back to being suspenseful."

"2:2, now Inter Milan 2:2 Barcelona, ​​this is a score no one had thought of before the game."

"Before the game, perhaps 2:2 would have been a very favorable score for Barcelona."

"But at this moment, everyone is very aware that this score is not necessarily the final conclusion."

"Inter Milan, led by Mourinho, may still create new miracles."

Ciel touched his leg.

He probably understood what the referee meant now.

Damn, the referee began to feel guilty about what he did in the last game and started to find a balance.

He used too many fancy moves just now. Now it seems that he must be faster and shake off all the defensive players. This is the truth.

Barcelona restarted the game.

This time, as soon as the pass was passed back to the backcourt, Charles started raising his hand to ask for the ball.

Puyol was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked in the direction of Charles and kicked the ball hard.

"boom!"

Motta and Cambiasso used the same old trick again, both of them almost standing side by side in front of Charles.

At this time, Charles pushed the ball out with his left foot. Motta did not stand still, but ran to Charles as the ball moved.

At the same time, Iniesta and Ibrahimovic once again moved forward, waiting for Charles' next move.

Charles kicked the ball with his left foot and Motta turned around quickly.

But what he didn't know was that Charles had already completed all the pre-swing movements and started to break through.

This time, when Motta found that it was useless to grab Charles' clothes, he moved to the right rear of Charles.

At the same time, Cambiasso, who was not far away, also appeared on the right side of Charr. Maicon did not hide in front to watch the show, but ran to the right front of Charr.

In an instant, three Inter Milan players surrounded Charles.

Charles just kicked the ball with his right foot, and then rubbed the ball with his left heel, avoiding Maicon who was trying to steal the ball.

Motta quickly braked and opened his arms. Maicon, who had just been knocked down, stood up again and tried to grab him.

However, at this moment, Charles was really like that nimble little bird. The different colored sneakers on his left and right feet looked very much like the flapping wings that reflected different colors in the sun that he saw when he was a child.

At this time, Charles also passed between Maicon and Motta. Cambiasso accelerated and stood on the inside of Charles, trying to delay some time.

But Samuel felt no reassurance at all.

Charles, who was rushing towards him, was like a flood and a beast. After passing Motta, Cambiasso and Maicon in one go, he accelerated again and rushed into the penalty area.

Samuel lowered his center of gravity and slowly moved towards Charles, while opening his arms to prevent Charles from passing through him.

However, it would be useless to watch as many videos as possible without having officially defended against Charles one-on-one.

In front of Charles, the "little bird" who is full of fake moves, Samuel seems as innocent as an innocent person.

Before he could even prepare, Charles shook him off.

At this time, Zanetti, Cambiasso and Samuel reacted and turned around to block.

However, it was too late.

Charles locked his ankles, tensed his calves, and pulled hard at the ball.

"boom!"

Cesar fell to the ground and dived sideways, but the ball was no longer visible in the air above Inter Milan's small penalty area because it had already flown into Inter Milan's net.

In an instant, the entire stadium was plunged into ice and fire again, but this time their inner feelings were completely reversed.

The Barcelona fans who were waiting outside the stadium and couldn't buy tickets and could only watch the projection were all excited.

The security guards in vests tried their best to hold the guardrail.

Outside the guardrails, those crazy fans were screaming and shouting, and unconsciously pushing forward, like travelers who had been thirsty in the desert for three days and three nights and finally saw a source of water.

Although they didn't buy tickets and there was air traffic control, they still used various methods to get from Spain to Milan.

Some of them took the bus for several days, some came by train, and some came by boat.

Just when they were tied, they almost gave up. But at this moment, they were revived with full blood again.

Samuel glanced at Charles, who was surrounded by Barcelona players and celebrating, and shook his head helplessly.

"I was just shaken off by him. His fake move was so real that I didn't have time to react before he came over. Damn, I will never do that again next time."

Cesar fished the ball out and patted it.

"We just need to be more careful next time."

Maicon glanced at his teammates and finally swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Just now everyone's positions were well coordinated, without any mistakes, but Charles still passed the ball to them.

This shows that it’s not their problem at all, but that Charles’ personal ability is too terrifying.

Inter Milan's defense is like a bus, with every part having its own function.

But Charles was like an unreasonable mechanic. He took his wrench and found parts to disassemble and dismantle. Of course, it only took a short while to dismantle the bus all over the place.

If other problems can be solved through zone defense and cooperation with teammates, then it won’t be a problem.

But the key issue now is that Charles really can't stop it.

"Maicon--Maicon--"

Mourinho anxiously peeled a banana and stuffed it to Maicon.

"We can't concede any more goals, which means you will be under a lot of pressure. I know, but we have to limit Charles now."

Maicon took the banana and ate it silently. In the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded and ran back to the court.

He knows it's difficult, but he is willing to give everything for this team.

Inter Milan restarted the game.

After organizing the game, Sneijder passed the ball to Pandev. Xavi and Busquets wanted to intercept it, but Pandev swept the ball with his left foot and passed it again.

However, Pandev's pass was too powerful and Balotelli collided directly with the defending Puyol when he made his forward run.

Before Puyol stood up, the referee directly penalized him for a foul.

At this time, the Inter Milan players who were originally gathered in the midfield directly surrounded him and protested collectively.

At this time, Benkovenka, who was originally trying to make up for the loss in the first half, actually gave Puyol a yellow card.

Charles and the other Barcelona players couldn't understand it.

Because of this yellow card, Puyol is likely to be suspended in the final.

Because of Puyol's yellow card, he has accumulated two yellow cards.

If he gets another yellow card in the next game, the consequences will be disastrous.

Puyol hurried forward and wanted to explain and ask the referee to cancel the yellow card, but at this time, the originally weak Benkolenka became unusually firm.

"Then why didn't you give a yellow card or award a free kick when Inter Milan brought Charles down just now, but instead let them quickly counterattack?"

"It was Eto'o just now. He was too fast and hit me. It was not a defensive foul on my part."

“I shouldn’t have gotten a yellow card!”

Kolenka's eyes widened.

"Shut up, I'm the referee! If you keep making noise, I'll give you another one."

Puyol spread his hands speechlessly and turned away.

He was afraid to look at the referee any longer, otherwise he could not hold back his fist.

The rematch continues.

Under Barcelona's organization, the ball returned to Puyol's feet again.

Charles took a look at the situation and the circumstances and finally decided to stay in midfield.

At this time Puyol saw the opportunity and kicked the ball under, and Alves saw this and stepped forward.

At the same time, Pandev immediately stepped forward to grab the ball, but he was still a step too late and the ball flew directly over his head.

However, Alves kicked the ball in a hurry and it eventually deviated from his intended direction.

Balotelli knocked the ball and directly transferred it away.

Alves and Xavi rushed forward, but Zanetti would not sit still and wait for death.

"boom--"

The ball crossed half the field and flew straight to the top of Barcelona's penalty area.

Eto'o wanted to compete for the header, but Puyol got there first and headed the ball, directly putting an end to his idea.

Mourinho next to him was anxious and kept giving instructions.

Under his command, Inter Milan's bus quickly gathered in the frontcourt, preparing for another steal.

But in the end, La Masia's cooperation was more tacit.

Xavi, who had anticipated this, kicked the ball hard. Sneijder looked up immediately and saw the ball flying straight towards Pique like a meteor.

Balotelli started immediately, trying to catch up with Pique, but Pique gently pushed the ball with his left foot and passed it directly back to Valdes.

On this side, Valdes did not stop the ball, but kicked it.

The ball drew an arc in the air, and Busquets, who stayed in the midfield, headed the ball, and the ball flew forward again like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Yosi also wanted to jump to compete for the header, but Zanetti didn't need to jump too high and he easily overpowered him.

At this time, Balotelli wanted to exert force when looking at the flying ball, but he was close to the ball and it was cleared by Pique again.

Yosi, who returned to the midfield, also wanted to participate in this seal-like heading activity, but Zanetti did it for him again.

On the other side, Charles, who could only watch, finally found an opportunity.

Maicon stuck closely behind Charles.

On the other side, Motta took a deep breath and rushed forward without any hesitation.

After Charles stopped the ball with his chest, he immediately turned around to protect the ball. Motta also stretched out his foot to prepare for a steal. Seeing this, Maicon wanted to push Charles away to help Motta.

But this time Charles reacted even faster than him. He took the initiative and stretched out his hand to push Maicon away. At the same time, he tilted his body and pulled the ball with his right foot, avoiding Motta who was trying to steal the ball.

At this time, Charles was facing the grass and had no time to look up to see the position of his teammates.

Just as Cambiasso was assisting in defense, in a millisecond, Charles picked up the ball and transferred it again.

At this moment, it was as if they had received the starting gun, and all the Barcelona players rushed towards Inter Milan's half.

After receiving the ball, Iniesta did not hesitate at all. He saw Ibrahimovic rushing to the top of the penalty area and made another long pass.

Lucio and Samuel thought to themselves that this was not good, but it was too late.

Ibrahimovic just swept the ball and it went straight through Inter Milan's defense.

Cesar felt that the second half was his military training. If it continued like this, he felt like he was going to see an angel.

"Ibrahimovic, shoot!"

"Can the ball go in? Cesar made a great save and blocked the ball!"

"Zanetti, clear the ball quickly... Oops, the ball is going to Charles—"

After Charles passed the ball to Iniesta, he couldn't catch up with the offensive frenzy no matter how hard he tried.

After all, people will never be as fast as the ball.

But what he didn't expect was that after he had only run a few steps, the ball flew towards him directly like a gift package falling from the sky.

Balotelli, who was originally retreating with Charles, opened his mouth in shock.

Charles pushed the ground with his right foot and jumped high up, like a bird stretching its body. He pressed his body backward, turned his back to the goal, opened his arms, and knocked the ball with his left foot.

"call out--"

Cesar was caught off guard. As soon as he stood up, the ball arrived in front of their goal.

"boom!"

"The ball is in!"

(End of this chapter)