In the second half, the players had already entered the stadium, and Meringer of the Bernabeu was still in joy. Just now, Zhuo Yang used two second-half lobs and then showed off his tricks, which greatly entertained the fans.
As a supporting role in the competition, Zhuo Yang had already hidden his identity and retreated into a corner, while Bao Wan Mei Ling Ge was still calling his name perseveringly.
People are always like this. When you like someone, you will feel good-looking no matter what they do, and everything they do will have a bonus effect. But when you hate him, even breathing will be wrong.
The people who came out of the locker room couldn't figure out what was going on, and they all looked at him openly or furtively. Zhuo Yang just looked expressionless and calm.
But Meilinger's joy did not last long, because after the start of the second half, Real Madrid quickly showed a passive attitude on the court, without any of the courage they should have when trailing by two goals.
It's the same people, the same awkward tactics, and the same sleepy and annoyed mood. It's impossible for Real Madrid to play well for no reason.
As mortal enemies in the same city, the hatred between Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid is actually much greater than that between El Clasico. Atletico Madrid has been in decline in front of Real Madrid for several years. If they have the opportunity to bully them and act wildly today, Atletico Madrid people will not be lenient at all.
In the 49th minute, Kok broke through and was kicked down by the Magic Flute, and Atletico Madrid won a free kick in the frontcourt. Falcao's inward spin hit the post, just a hair away from the goal.
Two minutes later, Atletico Madrid made a comeback, this time Turan was kicked over by Khedira. Referee Prieto obviously hesitated, and in the end he just awarded a free kick without giving He a yellow card, otherwise he would have rested.
Prieto's merciful enforcement of the law aroused strong dissatisfaction from Atletico Madrid people, and they were still angry until a wall of people formed.
I don’t know what happened, but the beautiful Costa and Ramos, who squeezed in to act as a stir-up, had a conflict. The two pushed and pushed the cow, and the scene instantly fell into chaos again.
This time the quarrel lasted longer. 22 people from both sides gathered around. Prieto's law enforcement team entered the scene en masse. Five minutes almost passed by the time the two sides were completely driven away.
After Falcao's outswinging ball was saved by Cassie with one hand, it hit the post again. Even if it was just the goal post, Atletico Madrid got justice for Real Madrid in the first half.
Although the goal was not scored, Atletico Madrid was full of momentum and was obviously playing crazy. Real Madrid was losing ground for a while. Not only could Real Madrid fail to attack and defend on the field, but they also couldn't make trouble with their opponents. They were at a disadvantage in everything from football to momentum.
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If this continues, not to mention turning defeat into victory, if you can keep 0:2, it will be a big deal.
Mourinho quit. He rushed to the sideline and roared heartily, but it was obviously of no use.
He quit, and Meilinger even quit. The Santiago Bernabeu stadium was filled with boos, and it even got to the point where whenever Real Madrid players got the ball, Meilinger booed them, and the fans turned against them.
As for Mourinho, as long as he makes the slightest move, like a conductor, boos will immediately follow. Karajan is not as good as him.
Until Diego Costa's explosive shot in the penalty area missed the goal and Melinger applauded, the pride of the Real Madrid players was seriously stabbed.
But self-esteem is never valuable, and they can't do what they should do. Real Madrid players have no place to express their resentment, and they can only blame Mourinho. It is reflected in the scene that the offense and defense are completely disordered and they have lost their proper tactics.
Conduct.
To attack is to attack with a big kick, and to release is to destroy the opponent. The rest is nonsense. Everyone fights on their own with resentment.
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Zhuoyang doesn't feel sorry for his teammates on the court, and he can't blame others for playing like this. Atletico Madrid's performance today is indeed extraordinary, but no one can be trivial. For a giant like Real Madrid, even if there are just eleven people, they should be on par with any team.
Some have a dozen, let alone Atletico Madrid.
Zhuo Yang felt sorry for Meilinger. Seventy or eighty thousand people were looking for some entertainment during the intermission, and they were immediately disgusted like this. Frankly speaking, if Zhuo Yang was also sitting in the stands, he would not only boo along with him, but also
He also yells and curses.
What the hell are you kicking!
Just as he was feeling an inexplicable sense of justice, his thoughts were interrupted by assistant coach Karanka.
"Zhuoyang, come on."
Zhuoyang didn't seem to be surprised at all when he heard the call. He took off his jacket and pants, followed Karanka to the game supervisor's desk to register, and then walked to the sideline.
The boos in the audience instantly turned into cheers, and the shouts of ‘Zhuo Yang’ and ‘Big Devil’ went straight into the sky.
Real Madrid players looked tiredly to the sidelines after hearing the sound, and their eyes seemed to brighten immediately.
At this moment, Zhuoyang didn't bother to pay attention to why Mourinho was willing to let him go again, just like he didn't want to think about why he was a substitute, because it was not important at all. Playing football is for happiness and can entertain the fans.
, this is very important.
And there are Kaka and Helian on the field. They are all their friends. Football is fun when you are with your friends. Well... there are also Ronaldo, Shui Ye, Cassie and Pepe. They are all very supportive.
Interesting people.
Young men and bitches, wait for your father and I will teach you how to play a happy football game!
Master Xing said: Football is not played like this~
However, Zhuo Yang did not wait for his happiness.
He glanced up at the electronic display board brought over by the fourth referee: Who should I replace?
No. 18 up, No. 8 down.
You fucking replaced Kaka?
Zhuo Yang's happy mood instantly returned to his hometown.
Kaka was stunned when he saw the substitution sign on the court, but Mr. Yu then walked to the sideline with a smile on his face.
The entire Real Madrid team played very stinky football today, but among these 11 piles of stinky football, Kaká is undoubtedly the decent one. He is the only fragrance in the pile of cow shit.
This point can be seen by everyone with eyes. Meilinger, who was so booed that his mouth was numb, applauded Kaka who left the stage. It is impossible for 80,000 people to be blind.
But Kaka, who was diligent, hard-working, the most threatening, and the best-looking, was replaced. In the 60th minute of the game, this was basically a substitution that took the blame.
How can you let Kaka take the blame? Is Benzema dead?
Zhuoyang was in a bad mood. He suspected that Mourinho had eaten something dirty before going out today. He even had the urge to rush back and question Mourinho.
Kaka's flowery smile and open arms from afar prevented Zhuoyang from immediately causing trouble for Mourinho.
He held Kaka tightly in his arms, and Kaka's sweat slipped into Zhuoyang's jersey, making it cold and bone-chilling.
"Master, go down and rest for a while, leave it to me.
"Zhuoyang, bring the game back."
"For whom? Fight back for whom?"
"For them." Kaka spread his arms and pointed to the Bernabeu stands. "For these fans who cheer for you."
Zhuo Yang grinned.
The fourth assistant referee stood next to the peerless duo, holding a sign in his hand as if he was stupid.
Chapter completed!