Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 736 Raul's Counterattack
Barcelona sent Messi to take the penalty.In the competition for the Champions League scorer list, Murphy ranked first with 16 goals. Messi is three goals behind him. If Messi can score this penalty, then he is only two goals away from Murphy. At the same time He will also equal his record of scoring 14 goals in a single season in the Champions League.The difference between the two goals is not much, but if Barcelona can kill Tottenham in the subsequent game, then Messi still has a chance to compete for the top scorer in the Champions League.

Messi took the football from his teammate and placed it carefully on the penalty spot.

Those Tottenham players who protested have been driven out of the penalty area by the head coach. No matter how unconvinced and unwilling they are, they can only accept this result.

Cudicini, who had just played, only warmed up for 2 minutes, his body was not moving, and he was powerless to stop Messi's shot.After the referee's whistle blew, the Argentine little flea easily scored the football into the goal.

"GOOOOOAL! Messi! Messi! Leo Messi! Barcelona is leading 3:1! This is Messi's 14th goal in this Champions League game. The game is sealed! Two goals behind, Tottenham Hotspur are basically powerless!"

"Barcelona fans can now breathe a sigh of relief because their team is in the cards!"

"No.609 minutes, Barcelona relied on Messi's penalty kick to lead Tottenham Hotspur 3:1!"

"Two goals! Barcelona is two goals ahead of Tottenham Hotspur! They have one more player than Tottenham. If Tottenham want to come back, it will be as difficult as going to heaven! They have to press out and attack, but this way There will be more gaps behind Tottenham, which will give Barcelona the opportunity to continue scoring! I dare say that Tottenham is over..."

While the Allianz Arena was full of cheers, He Ping and Duan Xuan who were sitting in the BJ studio were still loudly reprimanding the referee for the penalty, and they were still upset by the referee's decision that did not pay attention to the "art of law enforcement" Yu Huai——"Such a penalty is really...'good'! A wonderful and classic final has been ruined!"

"Don't give up! Don't give up! We're Tottenham Hotspur! We're the greatest team in the world! We're proud of our whiteness! Fight fight fight fight! fight till the end, fight until our blood runs One moment! Don't—give up!"

In the hustle and bustle of the sky, Redknapp's thin figure still stood tall and straight on the sidelines, while his weak and loud roar sounded on the court over and over again.

Redknapp's crazy behavior infected the assistant coaches and even the team doctors behind him. With tears in his eyes and determination on his face, Kevin walked up to Redknapp, He hugged the shoulders of his old boss and shouted with him: "Don't give up! Tottenham Hotspur!"

"Don't give up! Tottenham Hotspur! We are the greatest team in the world!" Neuer, who was sent off, was standing on the sidelines. Yelling inside.

The substitute players all stood up, and they did the same thing as the coaches. Everyone stood together, shoulder to shoulder, and shouted together.There are tears in everyone's eyes, everyone has a tragic and determined look on their faces, and everyone has a strong heart in their bodies.It all came together to form a huge force - "Don't give up, Tottenham Hotspur! Remember, we are the greatest team in the world!"

Pipit waved the flag in his hand and shouted at the fans in his village and Hoffenheim players: "Don't give up, Tottenham Hotspur! Guys, let's make our voices! Don't cheer up hard!"

"Brave Mo, you have the speed like the wind, and you have the strength to crush all enemies. Your breakthroughs are fascinating, and your passing is intoxicating! You are victory! You are the source of our confidence! Go forward! Forward! Forward! My Mo. Forward!"

Members of the Mo Fei fans association and Sichuan Quanxing players also stood up resolutely and dignifiedly, and they uttered their voices: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood... ...forward! Forward! Forward...forward!"

The bigger voice is naturally the singing of the Tottenham fans: "Glory belongs to Tottenham... Glory belongs to Tottenham... The Assassins go forward... Tottenham is the greatest team in the world... Assassins The Legion marches forward!"

When the Barcelona players finished celebrating and slowly ran back to their respective positions, the shouts of "Barcelona! Barca!" sounded over the Allianz Arena, but in various languages A sentence gathered by singing voices - don't give up!Tottenham Hotspur!
"This... I have to say that this team from the UK has been respected by everyone. No matter what the final result of this final is, they are all worthy of the word great!" Fan Yingtian's singing and roaring were overwhelmed, and he held back for a while before he let out this exclamation in a daze.

"This is a great team! This is a successful team! This is a group of successful professional players and fans! They deserve the respect of all opponents!"

"I take back what I said before the game that Tottenham's ability to enter the final is due to luck-this team is good, they are great! It is the greatest honor in my life to be able to explain their game!"

"Hopefully the suspense of this game is still there...Tottenham Hotspur, don't give up!"

More commentators expressed their sighs, and some commentators even clapped and shouted excitedly, sending words of blessing to Tottenham.

The singing voices in different languages ​​but with the same meaning penetrated the cheers of the Barcelona fans and clearly reached the ears of every Tottenham player.

Ibisevic and Raúl stood in the center circle, waiting for their serve, looking up into the rowdy stands.

"This is a song written by Hoffenheim fans for Mo... When we were still in Huocun, every time we encountered difficulties, we would sing this song. It would make us feel infinite strength..." Ibi Shevic murmured, closed his eyes, and sang along in a low voice, "Brave Mo, you have the speed like the wind...you are the source of our confidence...Go! Go! Go...go ahead! "

Raul laughed: "...we are the greatest team in the world! Because we are... Tottenham Hotspur!"

"Because we are - Tottenham Hotspur!"

All the Tottenham players on the field raised their arms and roared hoarsely.

This time, after conceding the ball, for the first time, he didn't yell and remind everyone to cheer up.Because this penalty did not hit everyone's morale, the Tottenham players now want to win this game more than ever and complete this almost impossible task.Because they are not willing to lose the game like this, because there are countless fans standing behind them, and because they are wearing pure white, they want to vent all the grievances in their hearts!
Barcelona, ​​eleven against eleven, you can't beat us!Eleven against ten, neither of you can win!Even if you lead by two goals, so what!To win, step over our dead bodies!Otherwise, don't even think about winning the championship!
Barcelona, ​​which is leading by two goals, is a little lax. The current situation is really good-leading by two goals, and there is one more person than the opponent. It doesn't look like they can lose the game. Tottenham are just dying now That's all, nothing to worry about.

Under such circumstances, Mo Fei took Tottenham to play their best fast football again.

Before, a Catalan commentator proudly declared: "Maybe other teams don't know how to play with one more player, but such problems will not appear in our Barcelona! Barcelona is best at The most important thing is to control the ball. Now that there is one more person than the opponent, it will be easier to control the ball. They will firmly control the situation, and then slowly turn their feet and spend time in this control... In this way, the game will be completely lost. suspense!"

But now the narrator dude finds himself drawing conclusions too early...

Tottenham's players are like a group of mad dogs, running all over the field without sparing any energy, and pressing Barcelona's players desperately.Their close pressing was even more ferocious than it was at the start of the game.Every Tottenham player's eyes were red, and the hideous look of gritted teeth seemed to wish to swallow the Barcelona players in one gulp, just like treating a father and enemy.Under such pressure, the relaxed Barcelona was very uncomfortable.

They didn't control the ball, but they gave Tottenham a few chances to attack. After one steal in the frontcourt, could it be that Van der Vaart went straight, and Van der Vaart turned around and shot. If it wasn't for Valdes' concentration and quick reaction, I'm afraid their goal will be declared lost.

Guardiola originally sat back on the coach's bench with peace of mind after the team led by two goals.But now he's back on the sidelines, expressing dissatisfaction with the team's defense.

"Don't let your guard down! The game is not over yet! We haven't won the game yet!" Guardiola shouted into the stadium. He originally wanted to use the lessons learned from AC Milan to remind the team, but AC Milan was defeated within 10 minutes. The fact that Liverpool scored three goals in a row was too tragic. He felt that using this example as a reminder would hurt the morale of the players, so he swallowed "AC Milan". They are not the sad AC Milan.

Under his reminder, the Barcelona players gradually came to their senses, but the nerves that had been relaxed for a while did not mean that they could be tightened up. Tottenham’s frenzied pressing still made them feel in a hurry, but fortunately, Tottenham Didn't find a good chance to break through.

In the No.708 minute of the game, the score was still 3:1, with Barcelona leading by two goals.Guardiola also felt that at this time, the game was almost settled, and he began to make substitutions and adjustments. He replaced Villa with Mascherano, and Fabregas replaced Pedro.The signals brought by these two substitutions are obvious. Barcelona is going to strengthen their defense and maintain the victory.Butzquets and Mascherano jointly built a midfield barrier, and he didn't believe that Tottenham's counterattack could not be prevented.

However, Guardiola soon regretted this substitution—Javier Mascherano, who just played, may have committed irreparable mistakes as soon as he came on the field because he hadn’t played much recently and his body was not active. big mistake...

In the No.80 minute of the game, Tottenham Hotspur once again organized a fast break after stealing the ball again, and the direction of advancement was the left center guarded by Mascherano.Modric pushed the football to the left. The ball was a bit big under Harvey's pressure. It stands to reason that it is not easy to handle the ball. Mascherano is likely to take the first step to control the ball.But I don't know why Mascherano is going crazy. Maybe he was scared by Mo Fei's sudden start and fast forward rush to grab the ball. He even missed the football from under his feet, and Mo Fei went smoothly Rushing past him, wading the football away.

The dumbfounded Mascherano lost his center of gravity because Mofei bumped into his shoulder when he rushed past him. A standard tortoise fell and fell to the ground sprawled.

"This idiot!" Guardiola's eyes almost popped out of anger, but he didn't have the heart to scold Mascherano for making a big mistake, and his eyes were fixed on his own half.

Mo Fei, who grabbed the football, quickly sprinted along the sidewalk. Butzketz rushed over and wanted to foul, but was swayed away by the sudden change of direction in Mo Fei's high-speed dribbling. Mo Fei almost used his speed to force him, Boots Ketz couldn't find a chance even if he wanted to foul. Could Fei's speed was too fast, and he could not catch up with the ball, and he could only stare blankly behind him.

When he was about to rush to the bottom line, the left-back Alves, who hadn't made much forward assists in normal games, finally came up to meet him. Could it be that he didn't get entangled with him, and quickly shook twice, and suddenly made an inward cut, which attracted Alvis. Weiss shifted his center of gravity to the right, but suddenly pulled the ball away, swayed the angle, and directly kicked the pass.

"Mo made continuous breakthroughs on the wing, cutting inside! No, Huaxia Mo swayed away from Alves... raised his foot to pass..." A commentator screamed, "Opportunity! This is from Tottenham Hotspur Chance!"

Before the commentator's voice fell, the Tottenham fans on the scene let out a disappointed sigh. Could it be that the pass was fast, but it was still blocked by the central defender Pique with his chest, and the football went towards the goal. Falling towards the top of the restricted area arc.And there, there was no Tottenham player. Raul, who was closest to the football landing point, was still on the penalty area line. He obviously ran past. When the football fell, he turned around to catch the ball again, and it was too late... …

"It's a pity... Tottenham's attack failed again... Time is running out, counting stoppage time at most ten minutes, Tottenham are still behind by two goals, the championship of this Champions League final is basically unchangeable ..."

Some commentators began to make a conclusion about the result of this final.

But at the next moment, the entire Allianz Arena fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the top of Barcelona's penalty zone—the white figure with the number 77 on his back quickly took two steps back without turning around, just as the football began to fall At the same moment, he threw his body back to the goal and volleyed out, while his left foot also stretched out at the same moment, the toe hooked towards the football with violent force!
This is an unconventional upside-down golden hook, a strong counterattack from Spain's immortal legend Raul Gonzalez!

(End of this chapter)