Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 737
"I love this piece of pure white. I come from a family of ordinary workers in Madrid. I like to play football. But Mr. Hill disbanded the youth team. When I was most frustrated and helpless, this piece of pure white reached out to me. A helping hand! So - I love the white, the fans, the stadium, and - Real Madrid! Forever!"

"I can't leave Madrid because I love her. I was born in Atlético Madrid, where the main colors are red and white. Then I faded the red and dyed all white. So, I have more feelings for Real Madrid than anyone else! "

"I love Real Madrid, no one thinks that I want to leave, and I have never thought of leaving. But if I have to sacrifice myself for the team so that the team can achieve good results, then I will go."

"Why did you join Tottenham Hotspur? Because there is Mo here, because there is a group of players here who are outstanding and have dreams. It is a great honor to join such a team at the end of my career - - Tottenham's Bai reminds me of Madrid's Bai, I will love this place and fight for her, because I also have dreams, although I am very old, but so what?"

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Raul, who was leaning back in mid-air, was about to hit the football with his toes. Fragments of the past could not be restrained in his head. Leaving the moment to say goodbye to the Bernabeu...

Raul doesn't know why he thinks of so many past events at such a moment, maybe the memory that was once sealed is always around the corner, reminding him to keep moving forward and not stop.

Raul thought of 15 of the countless goals in his career. Not all of these 15 goals were wonderful and beautiful, but each one had a different meaning to him, because these 15 goals The goal was scored by him in the national derby against rival Barcelona. So far, he still holds the record for the most goals in the national derby.Raul remembers that he once seemed to have the nickname of "Bassac Nemesis".

"Basek's star?" Raul suddenly showed an inexplicable smile on his face in mid-air, "It doesn't matter how strong Barcelona is, this is the Champions League, and I am the king of the European war!"

Raul is indeed the recognized king of European football in the world. His 85 goals in the Champions League are a record that will be difficult to superhuman by later generations, and his name will always be engraved in the honor of the history of the Champions League On the monument, become an immortal legend!

Amidst Raul's deafening shouts, his toes also slammed into the football at this moment. Stretched and beautiful, the football changed direction with a violent sound of breaking through the air, and roared straight to the upper right corner of the goal.

Valdez stood on the goal line with a face full of disbelief. In the goal behind him, the football was already lying quietly inside.

3: 2!

In the No.801 minute of the game, the old legend Raul Gonzalez suddenly broke out, kicking a shocking upside-down golden hook outside the penalty area, blasting through the gate of Barcelona and helping Tottenham regain a victory!Tottenham regained hope of tying the score!
"GOOOOOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! The goal is scored! The goal is scored! The goal is the ageless legend Raul from Spain... Gonzalez! Beautiful goal! Beautiful upside-down golden hook! This is Raul The fourth goal in the UEFA Champions League this season, not many goals, but all of them are worth a lot of money! 3:2! 3:2! Tottenham regained hope of equalizing the score! There are still more than ten minutes, Tottenham still have Time, they still have a chance! Don't give up, Tottenham Hotspur!"

"This is Raul's 86th goal in the Champions League. This is also Raul's 15 goals against Barcelona. Whether he is the king of European wars or the star of Barcelona, ​​Raul Gonzalez All well-deserved! This is a great player! This is an immortal legend!"

"I don't know how to evaluate this goal, and I don't know how to evaluate Raul Gonzalez. Players and fans all over the world have praised and appreciated him too much. Those who question Raul is old. The voice of inaction can all disappear! Just like the football emperor Beckenbauer once said: Raul is the best in Europe, Raul is the best in the world, he represents a spirit, no matter whether he is old or not Go, with him, there is victory! Because, he is already a living legend!"

After a short period of silence, the Allianz Arena was like a volcano being detonated, and the hot stream poured down. Not only the commentators in the commentary had a collective convulsion, but all the fans in the stands fell into madness, not just Tottenham. The fans, even the Barcelona fans stood up and applauded the goal and the legendary player.

"Raul! Long live! Raul! Long live!"

"The King of Europe! The King of Europe! The King of Europe!"

"3:2! Only one goal away! We still have a chance! We have seen the dawn of progress again! Long live! Raul! Long live! Tottenham Hotspur!"

"For the rival Real Madrid, we have always been dismissive! But for Raul Gonzalez, we only have admiration and respect. He is a great professional player! He deserves everyone's applause for him!"

Beckham yelled particularly vigorously in the noisy crowd of fans, with tears in his eyes: "Gonzalez, I knew you could do it! Fuck, who said you're old! Real Madrid let's go!" You leave, this is their eternal loss! You fucking will always be our captain! Forever captain!"

The Huaxia fans in front of the TV also went crazy. They jumped up, cried and laughed and cheered vigorously, while He Ping's passionate cheers came from the TV again and again, "The goal has been scored! The goal has been scored!" Great Raul, eternal legend! Beautiful! Beautiful! We haven't lost yet, we have seen the dawn of victory! Come on, come on! Go, don't give up, Tottenham!"

In the midst of everyone falling into madness, in the hustle and bustle of the Allianz Arena, and in the complex eyes of Barcelona with admiration and unwillingness, all Tottenham players rushed to Raul who was still lying on the ground, and they would be excited Raul, who kept beating the turf, got up, carried it on his shoulders, and threw it into the air.

"Gonzalez, good job! You are our idol!"

"You gave us hope, Gonzalez!"

"What do you want us to say to you, Gonzalez? Right now I just want to wave my arms and shout: Gonzalez, long live!"

Looking at Raul who was being thrown up and caught, and then thrown up again, there was a bright smile on his face.

"Great job, Gonzalez!" Murphy yelled at Raul.

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, because he saw that after he yelled this sentence, Raul looked at him, stretched out his thumb, and shouted to himself from a distance: "Mo, remember that you promised Has anything happened to me?"

"What?" The teammates around shouted too loudly, could it be that some couldn't hear what Raul said clearly.

"You said that a trophy will be used as a gift for me to leave!" Raul yelled at Murphy again.

Mo Fei was stunned again, and soon, a smile bloomed on his face, and he also extended his thumb to Raul: "Don't worry, Gonzalez, we are going to be the champion!"

Raul smiled happily.The other players also heard the conversation between the two of them, and they all smiled at the same time - this championship, we are going to decide!
"Attack! Attack! Continue to attack! Only by attacking can we have a chance!"

After the game resumed, Redknapp, members of the coaching staff and substitute players still stood on the sidelines of the court, leaning shoulder to shoulder, and continued to cheer the players on the court.

In fact, there is no need for the coaches and teammates off the court to remind them. The morale of the Tottenham players who narrowed the score gap to only one goal is unprecedentedly strong. They all know that one goal is not enough. They want to beat Barcelona and want to win. To win the Champions League trophy, at least one more goal must be scored!Only in this way can the score be evened, and then there will be a chance to beat Barcelona.

"Pass the ball! Give me the ball!"

"Gareth, pass the ball into the box! Shoot it, you bloody monkey!"

"Wedard, catch the ball!...Damn it, you can't grow any taller so this goal goes in!"

The Tottenham players once again frantically pressed against Barcelona on the pitch, and immediately launched an even crazier attack after grabbing the football. They no longer wanted their own defense at all. Barcelona swarmed away at halftime, like locusts crossing the border, wishing to swallow up their opponents in an instant.Tottenham's combat effectiveness in the madness is amazing. They run wildly without any effort, and they can be found in any corner. Barcelona was robbed miserable, and they, who have always been known for their offense, were launched madly Tottenham were besieged in their own half, and they couldn't even get through the midfield. People who didn't know saw this scene, and they might think that Barcelona, ​​who had one less player, was forced to turn to a defensive counterattack.

"Beautiful! Modric's sudden pass, van der Vaart broke into the penalty area... fell! But the referee didn't say anything. He thought Puyol was a beautiful defense! What a pity!"

"Long shot... Mo shot a high-quality heavy shot at 30 meters from the penalty area, but it's a pity that Valdez's reaction was too fast, and he saved the football from the bottom line..."

"Tottenham Hotspur's offense has been wave after wave. It's unbelievable that they have suppressed Barcelona to such a degree... Here it is again... Raul's header... Hey , the football is off the top!"

Guardiola looked at the constant idleness in his own goal, and the nerves on his face kept twitching. He really didn't expect that the overall situation he thought was settled, but it turned into this way. Raul's goal is really amazing. It was too timely, not only pulled the score to only one goal difference, but also caused the entire Tottenham to explode. This kind of crazy posture is really unbearable.Guardiola is extremely nervous now. He is afraid that the team will not be able to withstand the pressure at the last moment, and Tottenham will score a goal, dragging the game into overtime.

To be honest, Guardiola is unwilling to play in overtime. Why should a game that can be resolved in 10 minutes be delayed to 120 minutes?How much risk will these variables breed?Even if there are no variables, what if Barcelona can't score in overtime?Penalty shootout?Stop talking nonsense, a penalty kick is an opportunity to gamble on luck, who the hell will guarantee that luck is on Barcelona's side?If Tottenham win the penalty shootout, it will be too late for Barcelona. Think about it, leading by two goals and playing one more player. If they lose the Champions League, it will be hard for them not to become the laughing stock of the world what……

But Guardiola has nothing to do at the moment, he has done what he should do, and he has adjusted what should be adjusted. Now he can only pray to God, hoping that he can bless Barcelona to survive this wave of flashback-like madness from Tottenham up.

As long as Tottenham Hotspur is exhausted, they will be the champions of this year's Champions League and become the first team in history to successfully defend the Champions League. This is the glory, this is the legend!

(End of this chapter)