Ground football: Ronaldo thought I was going to assist him

Sporting Lisbon must ensure that their record is better than Arsenal's.

Even the same thing is not acceptable.

Arsenal will advance if they are tied on points with Sporting Lisbon due to their superior head-to-head record against them.

As halftime approached, the entire Barcelona team was all smiles.

They played with great ease.

Sporting Lisbon, on the other hand, was like an ant on a hot plate, beginning to feel anxious.

"Barcelona has very strong footwork and their three-center-back formation gives their midfield unprecedented dominance."

"Sporting Lisbon's relentless pressing in the first half was ineffective. They are likely to face a fatigue crisis after the 70th minute of the second half!"

"Sporting Lisbon's performance doesn't match Duncan's boasting. That kid can't do anything but talk big; he can't even beat Keira Knightley!"

Many commentators joked about Deng Kai during halftime.

This is the disastrous consequence of manipulating traffic.

When you're strong, traffic is friendly.

But when you're weak, I'm sorry, every drop of blood is a sharp knife aimed at your heart.

The second half of the game continued.

In the fiftieth minute, someone finally stepped up and broke the deadlock.

That person was not favored before the match... José Fonte!

Quaresma dribbled past his opponent and was eventually brought down by a combination of Fonte and Pepe, earning Barcelona a free kick in a good position.

Quaresma took the penalty himself.

A curling shot, however, failed to get past Fonte's head.

Fonte flicked the ball on with his head, sending it in an exaggerated arc, ultimately helping his former teammate Quaresma score!

Barcelona take a 1-0 lead!

Fonte: ? ? ?

Deng Kai: ? ? ?

Sporting Lisbon fans: ? ? ?

"Own goal! Fonte has scored a very difficult own goal!"

"My God! A small leak can sink a great ship. I knew Fonte shouldn't have been on the field! Even if it was Evra, we shouldn't have let Fonte play!"

"It's over! Sporting Lisbon is completely finished this time."

"I never imagined Sporting Lisbon's Champions League journey would end like this. It's painful, but it's also true; after all, this is the kind of mistake a substitute player from the Portuguese league would make at Camp Nou."

"Let's congratulate Barcelona in advance, and also congratulate Arsenal from afar. As long as they don't mess things up, they will be the ones to advance to the quarterfinals, not Juventus."

"Of course, Sporting Lisbon's performance this season has been excellent enough to reach the Champions League round of 16 with this lineup."

"Unfortunately, Deng Kai is too stubborn and has made too many enemies, so they will inevitably be ridiculed by many fans after their elimination. Putting that aside, Sporting Lisbon's youth team actually did a really good job."

Fonte was dumbfounded when he saw Quaresma almost rush over to celebrate with him.

Did I... mess something up?

Evra, sitting on the bench, trembled at the sight.

Hey, you didn't really mess anything up. You just embarrassed me, Kai.

Let alone Evra, there's really no one on Sporting Lisbon's bench who wants to play right now.

Damn it!

Mr. Trigla looked toward the bench. Could it be that they're planning to make a substitution?

Don't replace me, don't replace me, please don't replace me.

What if I make a mistake too? Wouldn't I be next to Kai...?

"I'm getting old. Even sitting on the bench, I feel a bit weak," Deschamps said seriously.

"Our height advantage is a crucial advantage against Barcelona, ​​and we absolutely cannot let this advantage disappear because of me," said Evra, who is 1.73 meters tall, with the same seriousness.

"The wind is too strong at Camp Nou, which is not good for me to take off." Wu Xudong silently removed his shin guards.

"It's a pity that my rough skills couldn't provide any effective help to the team at Camp Nou." Yaya Touré was very nervous and avoided making eye contact with Triguera.

Veloso appeared senile, but deep down he believed that it was impossible for a straight man to be serious.

"Fonte!" Maxa had already reached the edge of the field and called Fonte over. "This isn't your problem, buddy, but I'm going to substitute you now."

Fonte shook his head repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes: "No, don't do this, or I'll really die."

"Let me stay on the court, I promise I won't make any more mistakes."

"I need to make up for my mistake, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to Young Master Kai!"

Maxa suddenly had a bright idea: "No, you don't need to worry. Young Master Kai never blames the messengers who work for him, just as God never blames Jesus. But now Young Master Kai has an even more important task for you."

"Right after we conceded the ball, I heard Kyrie say he wanted to eat fish."

"It's just a mere own goal; I believe a pot of boiled fish can make people forget everything."

Fonte nodded immediately.

Fish? Stir-fried vegetables?

Sure, he's good at it!

Playing football? Defending?

He was indeed pushing himself too hard.

But the problem isn't with him.

Sending the cook to play football is clearly Benzema's fault.

"Oh! Sporting Lisbon has substituted Veloso for Fonte. Veloso has moved to the defensive midfield position, while Pepe has dropped back to the center-back position."

"This adjustment is normal. Fonte is still too much of a stretch to deal with players of Kluivert, Rivaldo, and Quaresma's caliber."

"Maksa and Triguera did not blame Fonte. Maksa even followed Fonte into the players' tunnel, muttering to himself, probably trying to comfort Fonte."

Maxa: "You definitely need to add Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves, and cinnamon, but be careful not to make it too spicy, Kai doesn't like spicy food..."

On the field, Sporting Lisbon played more aggressively after the substitution.

And football finally began to be frequently controlled by them.

Barcelona got tired of controlling possession, so they've started to camp out in the box.

Sporting Lisbon failed to score a single goal in sixty minutes.

And so on, Sporting Lisbon still couldn't score in the remaining thirty minutes.

Win 1-0.

Beautiful!

Sixty-third minute.

Deng Kai found an opportunity in the passing and movement between Guardiola, Kaká, and Ronaldinho.

A through ball finally broke through Barcelona's defense.

The problem is that there isn't enough space for the ball; Barcelona's formation is too compressed.

Cristiano Ronaldo had barely cut inside and approached the ball when Valdes rushed out to intercept.

Cristiano Ronaldo can only poke the ball.

The football bounced off Valdes.

Drogba immediately followed up with a shot.

But Puyol anticipated Drogba's follow-up shot and quickly went to the byline to block the ball with his back.

The football bounced up.

Kaka rushed up and jumped, ready to head the ball towards the goal.

But Barcelona's only tall center-back, Cristanvar, finally reacted, bumping into Kaká and causing both of them to fall to the ground without touching the ball.

The football bounces off the ground before it fully bounces back up.

Ronaldinho then made a clumsy diving tackle.

boom!

After many trials and tribulations, football has finally gone where it was meant to be.

The football went into the net.

I like playing football on the ground: Ronaldo thought I was going to assist him.