Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 704 Final!finals!
"Oh my God, I scored again! Mo's free kick stunt was once again powerful, and Mo scored the 13th goal in the Champions League this season! 2:0, the total score is 5:2! Winning Yes, we're going to Munich!"

"No one can stop our progress, Allianz Arena, here we come!"

Crazy celebrations continued. Two consecutive goals allowed Tottenham fans to go from one climax to the next without any transition. The entire stadium was like a flaming furnace, and there were many banners saying "Bloodbath Ball, advance The wording "Munich" is so eye-catching.

"Shameless Portuguese, it's time to pack up and go home and cry!"

"Without referees, what can you do? You are nothing!"

"Haha, you guys are finished!"

White Hart Lane was filled with crazy shouts from Tottenham fans. They had endured this Porto team for a long time. The first round made them suffer a lot, and now they finally got a chance to take revenge.

Porto was stunned by Tottenham's two quick goals in a row, but they had no chance to wake up. Tottenham's offense was like a continuous storm, wave after wave, and the high-intensity and fast-paced oppressive style of play made Porto The players didn't even have time to control the ball. Tottenham made the best of the frontcourt counter-grabbing high defense. The football is waiting outside the sideline. When the football goes out of the sideline, they immediately throw the football in their hands, so that this fast rhythm can continue smoothly, without giving the Porto players a chance to breathe and reflect on themselves.

"How to do how to do?"

Porto's head coach Pereira was in a hurry on the sidelines, and the sweaty rounds of the game had been out of his control from the very beginning. He didn't even know how to slow down a race that was as fast as an F1 car race, because the initiative Not on Porto's side at all.

Pereira hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet, and Porto made another big mistake on the field.

Under the crazy pressure of Tottenham, No. 18 minutes, when Porto left-back Rafael passed the ball from the backcourt, he kicked the ball directly to Mo Fei.

There were sparse applause and booing in the stands, and Raphael's "rebellion" behavior was warmly "welcome" by more than 5 fans at the scene.

"Oh oh oh, defected to the enemy, Raphael has defected! Ha, this kid is really good, I always think he has the potential to act as an undercover agent!"

"You should be bloodbathed like Rafael, surrender, and don't kill!"

"If you voluntarily surrender, we will consider saving you a little face, er, ten or eight of the tapestry will be enough!"

On the sidelines, Pereira beat his forehead with his right hand in pain, furious, even if he made a mistake, he even kicked the ball directly to the most hateful star in Tottenham's formation. Isn't he rushing to die?
Sure enough, after Mo Fei got the football, he passed Fernando and Alves with a series of lightning-fast technical moves, observed that Van der Vaart had already run to the penalty spot, and directly crossed from the left with his right foot.

The cross pass passed through the fallen Hilton with great precision, and Van der Vaart easily sent the ball into the empty goal in front of the goal.

3:0.The overall situation is settled!Tottenham reached the Champions League final for the first time in history, and it is irreversible!

"Final! Final! We are going to Munich to compete for the Big Ear Cup!"

After scoring the goal, Van der Vaart ran up to Murphy, jumped directly onto Murphy's back, waved his group's heads and shouted hoarsely at the fans.

"Final! Final! We're going to Munich, nobody can stop us, nobody can stop the great Tottenham Hotspur!"

The surrounding teammates also raised their arms and shouted with ecstasy and excitement.

What responded to them was even louder and fiercer cheers from the stands: "Final! Final! Go to Munich and make history!"

At this moment, the Porto fans are stunned, slumped on their seats like unconscious puppets, with pain and frustration on their faces, they have been beaten stupidly, and they conceded three goals in less than 10 minutes. If the efficiency of the ball continues, how many goals will Porto concede?Porto fans can't even imagine it. They know that Tottenham's bloodbath rhetoric that looked like bragging before the game is becoming a reality step by step.

When the Tottenham players and fans were celebrating wildly, Pereira finally had a little time to communicate with his players. At this moment, Pereira had completely forgotten that their purpose of coming was to make an away game. In front of Tottenham, at this moment they are only considering how to avoid more goals, how to prevent the opponent's butcher's knife from dividing their head and body into two parts.

"Defend! Defend! We can't let them score any more goals!"

Pereira clapped his hands to encourage the players around him, but his words didn't seem to have much effect. At this moment, the eyes of the Porto players were all gray, full of bewilderment, and their heads were almost hanging down to their crotches. Inside, his face was even more depressed.

Pereira sighed helplessly and didn't scold the players. He himself had lost all confidence, let alone these players who were hit harder on the court.He can only do his best to obey the destiny, and hope that Tottenham can be merciful and not give Porto a greater shame.

Unfortunately, Tottenham have no intention of stopping.Offending Tottenham, how could the Assassin Legion not let it go without paying a price like blood!

When the ball kicked off again, Porto gave up all plans to attack, and almost all the players huddled in their own half, playing an iron barrel formation. Compared with the first round, Porto boasted that they would use offense to defeat Tottenham. , Now conceding three goals and being forced to play iron barrels, Porto's humiliation is no better than being slaughtered by a big score.

After Tottenham scored three goals in a row, they also slowed down their pace. The continuous "crazy state" exhausted a lot of their physical strength.However, in the 38th minute, Mo Fei cut into the penalty area from the wing after consecutive breakthroughs, and Rafael, who was played by Mo Fei to the point of collapse, lost his mind and uprooted Mo Fei from behind.Rafael was expelled by a red card, Tottenham won a penalty kick, Mo Fei made it himself, 4:0!

The first half of the game ended with Tottenham leading by 4 goals.

After a 15-minute break at halftime, Porto regained a bit of energy after the second half started, and they wanted to score a goal to save a little face.

But Tottenham, who was still indomitable, once again set off an offensive frenzy in the second half. Porto was beaten back and forth, and they could only shrink back to the half once again.

In the 56th minute, Mo Fei started his graceful dance again. He took the ball from the left side of Porto, and in the double-teaming of Porto's three defensive players, he continued to move and dodge into the penalty area with overwhelming momentum. Finally, near the baseline , Could it be that he volleyed from a small angle, and the football hit the inside of the far post and bounced into the net.

5: 0!

Mo Fei staged his second hat-trick in the UEFA Champions League this season. He also scored 15 goals in the UEFA Champions League scorer list, surpassing the number of goals scored last season, and also created a new Champions League single-season scoring record. The record for the most balls!

All the fans at the scene stood up and paid homage to this great footballer who always brought them surprises and shocks!

After 3 minutes, Mo Fei made a comeback, easily tore open Porto's midfield line from the center, and then transferred the football to Bale, who advanced on the left side of the road. Modric, Modric dunked Rolando in the penalty area and scored, 6:0!

"It's over, it's over!"

Amidst the cheers and applause, Porto coach Pereira slumped on the coach's bench, his face was ashen, he didn't say a word, and there was deep despair and panic in his eyes.He finally discovered that this game was not as beautiful as he thought before the game, and Porto's extravagant hope of reversing to win and advance was more like a big joke.At this moment, Pereira sadly found that he was like an outsider, like a fan at most, and had no influence on the game. The team's humiliation.

No one sympathized with the arrogant coach who once clamored that Tottenham had nothing special. The game continued, and the massacre continued.

In the 71st minute, Rafinha assisted from the wing to the frontcourt, dunked the right back Pereira, and made a pass directly. Van der Vaart made a header from 12 yards. A low shot pierced Porto's gate for the seventh time, 7:0!

"Final! Final! Final!"

"Munich, here we come! Big Ear Cup, Tottenham is here!"

"Tottenham Hotspur are the greatest team in the world and our players are the greatest players in the world!"

The shouts at White Hart Lane continued without a moment's rest. All the white crowd stood up. They stood on their seats and sang and danced, waiting for the end of the game, the birth of a new history, and They... qualified for the finals!

The game completely turned into an exhibition match for Tottenham, and the Porto players became the saddest clowns. They could only numbly accept the slaughter of their opponents, and depress their will a little bit in the torture.

After Tottenham scored 7 goals madly, their mood became much smoother, and it seemed that they had vented all the frustration they suffered in the last round.The players' minds are no longer on this game, and they have already drifted to the final venue a month later. After slowing down the pace of the game, they began to indulge in individual performances and exquisite teamwork, while the Porto players couldn't control it. No, as long as the opponents don't attack wildly or score goals, they will accept their fate. Now there is only one thought in their minds, that is, the game should end as soon as possible, and then... hurry up and escape from this horrible stadium that made them fear their whole lives .

"force……"

The sharp and harsh whistle pierced the noisy night sky. After three long and two short blows, the game ended, 7:0, the total score of the two rounds was 10:2, and Tottenham Hotspur successfully entered the Champions League final of this season!
"Hooray! Tottenham Hotspur!"

More than 5 Tottenham fans in the stands gave out huge cheers at the same time. It was like a volcano that had been silent for a long time.All the fans are screaming, everyone is clapping their chests, everyone is hugging and celebrating, everyone is crying, everyone knows that they will go to the top competition in Europe The final venue, compete for the pinnacle of glory!

"Forward! Forward!! Forward!!! We are Tottenham Hotspur going forward, we are fearless, because we never stop our winning steps!"

"Hooray! Tottenham Hotspur! Hooray, White Hart Lane! Hooray, lads! Hooray, great Tottenham!"

"Final, here we come! Allianz Stadium, Tottenham Hotspur is here! Top of Europe, Tottenham Hotspur is here!"

(End of this chapter)