Uncle Jurgen Klopp was overjoyed and thought that a draw would be done, but unexpectedly, a big gift package came from the sky. Real Madrid has many good people!
2:1 away lead did not make the dancer Zha forget his feelings. He immediately adjusted according to the original strategy and replaced the Rockets Reus, who was not good at defending.
Gotze.
After this tossing is completed, the game time has reached 85 minutes.
Mourinho also acknowledged the players' self-adjustment on the court. Although he was disgusted with Zhuo Yang's involvement, he had to admit that Zhuo Yang's arrangement is the most reasonable and only way at present.
Even if the formation is not in place, it is not a problem. As long as the players can unify their thinking on the court, there are 11 people, and no one is scared, let alone a flush-shun giant like Real Madrid.
Under Zhuo Yang's midfield command, Real Madrid blocked Dortmund in half to play offense and defense. The Hornets are no longer opponents, and time is Real Madrid's enemy.
In the 86th minute, Ozil made a cross from the left side, and the landing effect was pretty good. Ronaldo kept joking, and his head-shaking attack turned into a header.
Di Maria picked up a bargain in the small penalty area and shot, but it was also unreliable. He actually kicked empty under Perisic's squeeze.
Kaka changed the elegance of Mr. Yu, and brutal shots from the cracks, knocking Kyle and Leitner to the ground together. Unfortunately, the football hit the outside of the goal post, rolled horizontally for a while before going off the court.
In the 88th minute, Zhuo Yang passed through his teammate Di Maria's crotch, and Kaka turned around and hit the ball in the penalty area. Weidenfell had no choice but was cleared by Schmelzer on the goal line.
Ozil took a corner kick, and Grandpa Mo's one-on-two made Ronaldo and Zhuo Yang lose their grudges, and pushed the ball out of the penalty area.
Master Shui rushed up and thrust happily. It was so good that he almost knocked down the passing plane.
The audience has entered stoppage time. Today, it is rare for Meilingge to not wave a white handkerchief, but there are many more people leaving the venue early than before. There are large blanks in the Bernabeu stands, like scars and scabies.
In the studio of Sky TV, Guardiola's words came again.
"Tsk tsk, Real Madrid fans are really unique in this regard. Barcelona fans will only accompany the team to fight until the last moment."
Eralia Damila always has a clear angle: "Pep, will you coach Real Madrid in the future?"
Guardiola smiled contemptuously: "Haha, probably won't be there in the near future."
"Why? Is it because Real Madrid fans are not good?"
"That's not, Eralia, you have to know..."
"Why? Is it because of Barcelona?"
"There are reasons for this, you have to know..."
"Then why didn't you renew your contract with Barcelona? Is Barcelona's jersey not good-looking?"
"...No, Eralia, you have to know..."
"Pep, I suggest you come to Serie A to coach. There will definitely be jersey styles that you are satisfied with."
"...Well, Eralia, you have to know..."
"I think Juventus' jersey is very beautiful. Do you don't like Zebra stripes?"
"Enough!" Guardiola's temple veins swelled up, but the gentleman immediately felt that it was rude to scold a beautiful woman like this.
"Well, Eralia, sorry, I'm out of my composure." Guardiola's voice was extremely gentle: "The head coach coaches a team. The style and color of the jersey are not important, believe me."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Guardiola: "…"
The fans watching the live broadcast in front of the TV were all laughing. Guardiola stared at Elaria with her innocent eyes, and thought to herself: This girl doesn't look like a good person!
Guardiola, who was suffering in the live broadcast room, was feeling like he was feeling pins and needles, and the suffocating battle situation on the Bernabeu court had frozen the air.
901, Hummels knocked down Ronaldo in front of the penalty area. The president lay on the ground and tried desperately to show a foul. Real Madrid people followed suit. The referee Chakir ignored it and waved to Ronaldo to get up quickly.
Perisic was not vague here, and he grabbed the ball and started a counterattack. He rushed into Real Madrid's penalty area in one breath and was caught up by Master Shui and intercepted the ball.
Perisic also signaled for a penalty kick, Zhuo Yang also ignored him, took the ball and turned around and rushed back again. Within 30 seconds, the two teams played back and forth.
The players on both sides didn't even bother to quarrel between Uncle Zha and Uncle Bird on the sidelines. Uncle Bird thought there was a free kick from Real Madrid, and Uncle Za thought there was a penalty kick from Duote, and Rag and Uncle Bird were like two cockfights.
Zhuo Yang swung Kyle away with fake moves, and then passed Lennate. His legs were all in front of him, but he still couldn't get in.
Turn around and pull the ball and throw Lennate away again, using this simple rhythm to pause, and turn sideways outside his feet to Ronaldo in front.
C Luo was very smart. He did not go to the hard steel of Grandpa Mo who was holding him, but instead stepped backwards with the soles of his feet while running, and they were very close to each other.
While continuing to guard against Ronaldo, Grandpa Mo nervously reminded his teammates: "Don't stretch your legs randomly, be careful not to..."
Before he finished speaking, Kaka was kicked down in front of the penalty area by Bend.
"……foul!"
‘Bee—’ The referee Chakel’s whistle finally rang, and Real Madrid got a direct free kick with an excellent position.
Grandpa Mo's heart suddenly became cold and he said: It's bad.
Zhuo Yang picked up the ball, Ronaldo came over and asked him if he wanted to cover up, and Zhuo Yang waved his hand.
But Ronaldo's actions seemed to be very similar to fighting for serving rights in front of the TV, but were rejected by Zhuo Yang.
Joseph Maria, a famous football reporter from World Sports, suddenly lit up her eyes. Regardless of whether Real Madrid scored a free kick or not, he already had a title - Ronaldo's greatest contribution in this game is that he did not take the free kick.
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Zhuo Yang told all teammates: I don’t need to cover up.
The sound was loud, and the Dortmund people also heard it. Grandpa Mo's heart was even colder, like the ice marrow in the Antarctic.
He knew his brothers' abilities very well. The more he was at the last moment of the game, the more critical the free throws he made, the more confident Zhuo Yang's free kick rate was higher, and he was even more reliable than others' penalty kicks.
Weidenfell called him: "Grandpa, grandpa! Which corner do you think Zhuo Yang will shoot?"
Grandpa Mo was so annoyed: How the hell do I know? Zhuo Yang is not my son!
"Grandpa, grandpa?"
"Shut up!"
Zhuo Yang was so happy to see that his brother was so nervous that he was about to lose his composure. After stabilizing the football, he felt that it would make his grandfather more distressed.
"Mr. Ka, can you give me a favor?" Zhuo Yang shouted at Kaka: "Give this ball a name."
Grandpa thought to himself: It's over.
Kaka Zhanyan smiled: "There are eight people walls, so why not call it "Eight Man Killing"?" It seems that Mr. Yu is not unfamiliar with Japanese culture.
Zhuo Yang laughed: "Thank you, Brother Ka, for giving the name."
Grandpa Mo was furious: "Is there anyone else? Come here one more fucking."
Zhuo Yang started running, and at this moment everything was silent. The whole world held its breath. Only he, who was running, was in the wind.
Chapter completed!