Madrid has more than 300 sunny days a year. The rare rain will not make the rain more romantic, but will only be a helpless trouble. The weather is not expensive.
0℃ in Northeast China may be just a pair of thick long johns, but the same temperature appeared in India, and more than 10,000 people froze to death that year. The rain in Madrid will not kill people, but no one will like it.
, even Spanish literary youth don’t like it.
In the 80th minute of the 29th round of El Clasico in La Liga, the score was still 3:3. An unexpected spring rain suddenly came. Thin and dense rain curtains were woven amidst the bright neon lights of the Bernabeu.
A thin veil makes the stadium look like a fairyland.
It's a pity that there are no gods discussing the Tao in this fairyland, only the war between two groups of rough men.
At the 82nd minute of the game, Real Madrid was completely passive at this time. Barcelona seemed to be determined not to give up until they got these 3 points today. In a blur of rain and fog, several powerful generals took turns to attack with joy. There was rain in the air, but it was nowhere to be seen on the ground.
The slightest bit of slipperiness made them all look like extraordinary kings.
When it comes to passing skills, Chilean Sanchez is not as good as Mescane. He mainly relies on speed. However, Sanchez has only just come on as a substitute. At the end of this extremely competitive game, his physical advantage is very large.
In the corner of the penalty area, Sanchez fell under the attack of Dasha Carvajal and Angel Di Maria. This place is very sensitive, it can be inside or outside, and the actions of the three people's confrontation are also very ambiguous. Being crowded together seems to be a foul but also
There seems to be no foul, it just depends on what the referee means.
Before the Real Madrid people had time to worry, Mr. Marienko quickly made a penalty, and with an anxious whistle, he pointed his right hand at the white dot.
Another penalty kick!
The Real Madrid players jumped like Tiggers and surrounded Marienko: Do ​​you have any tricks left? How dare you judge something ambiguous?
Mourinho is right, the 41-year-old sociologist Untiano Marienko does like to pick on Real Madrid.
Zhuo Yang did not go to the referee to argue, he knew very well that it was useless. Even if the penalty kick was a misjudgment, there was no reason to overturn it on the spot. The purpose of surrounding the referee was to put pressure on the referee and try to find a balance later.
Zhuo Yang was wondering what boss Mei was going to do this time, whether he would be a newbie or an old lady, or be more down-to-earth.
He walked up to Boss Mei and said, "Hey, this...isn't a penalty kick. Why don't you show some style?"
Boss Mei wiped the water from his face and laughed: "I have nothing to do with Real Madrid. Don't worry. Even if the penalty kicks are taken correctly, I won't give them to others, hehe~"
Xiaobu also came over, smiling so much that he could see the leeks in his back molars. "Lao Zhuo, we are not like you. The more we misjudge the ball against Real Madrid, the more goals we will score. If there is an offside plus a handball, plus
Fake, that will be the most enjoyable, gurgling~"
Zhuo Yang was at his wits end. El Clasico was not the place to talk about the battle between gentlemen. If we had to talk about it, it would be either fake or moral kidnapping.
"Boss Mei, what are you going to do this time?"
"Ah ha ha ha~~" Messi and Xiao Bu laughed so hard that they couldn't even answer him.
Scar also ran over: "Do you believe it? We dare to play like that again."
"If you don't play in a group, you are my grandson!" Zhuo Yang said through gritted teeth.
"Ahahahaha~~~"
As expected, the argument from that side was useless. Boss Mei had already stood in front of the white spot, wiped the grass clippings and mud off the football a little, put it away, and stepped back to wait for the whistle.
Scar and Neymar are still guarding an arc corner each, and they are making a gesture of starting from 100 meters, but this time Real Madrid's defense will not let them succeed again.
Zhuo Yang was very determined, and even the densely woven rain net did not make him stare at Messi's eyes for a moment, but Squidward, who was the more important party in the collaboration, was murmuring, after all, he had been played too hard just now.
‘Beep——!’ The whistle sounded, and Boss Mei raised his left foot after a few steps. Zhuoyang, who saw clearly, gave the clear instruction of ‘lower right’ without hesitation.
Squidward flew out.
When the goalkeeper saves a penalty kick, he will not dive sideways to the left or right on the goal line, but towards his own side or left or right, because this will have a larger blocking angle.
But it’s not that the further forward the better, because people can’t fly as fast as football, otherwise why not just attack the white spots?
Octopus Lopez pounced a little more forward this time because he was afraid of being tricked by Barcelona again and would be embarrassed. By pounced forward, he could prevent the previous scene from happening as much as possible.
It was also because he had doubts about Zhuo Yang's judgment.
Messi doesn't have any tricks, he just uses the arch of his left foot to push the lower right corner of the goal.
Maybe it was only a centimeter off, maybe the fingertips of Squidward's gloves had already touched the football, but because the angle of his forward attack was a little wider, the faster football passed the intersection earlier than him because of the rain.
Then it hit the net against the inside of the post.
Barcelona 4:3, Messi finally defeated Zhuoyang's correct prediction of the penalty kick with his real and strong confidence. This time there was no trickery.
The people wearing red and blue stripes went to celebrate for the fourth time. Zhuo Yang looked at Brother Squidward lying on the ground in surprise. Of course he saw the mistake in his goalkeeper's saving action. This was definitely not what a 33-year-old goalkeeper should do.
mistakes made.
Zhuo Yang did not question or blame Diego Lopez, nor did he pull him up. He just ran into the goal alone, picked up the football, and then silently ran back to the center circle.
Ancelotti replaced Bale with the sloppy Morata as a last-ditch effort. Barcelona, ​​which was leading the away game, also replaced Scar with young defender Bartra and brought Mascherano to the midfield to strengthen defense.
Martino is always like this. He doesn't have the arrogance of Guardiola and Vilanova to keep attacking. It's a professional habit developed by Martino to coach the "underdogs". In October last year, he played against Real Madrid at the Nou Camp.
In the game, it was his conservative adjustments after taking the lead that gave Real Madrid the chance to draw. Barcelona also lost a lot of points during the entire league due to the same reason.
Obviously, Martino's coaching experience and level determine that he cannot break through his inner structure in just one season.
Real Madrid has not lost this season, let alone at the Bernabeu. Undefeated season is not Real Madrid's goal, the championship is, but losing to Barcelona at home is more uncomfortable than losing to Hativa.
The El Clasico must not be allowed to give up. As long as the final whistle does not sound, Real Madrid people will not accept their fate, even if they lose one person.
Just now, when boss Mei went to celebrate in front of the Barcelona fans' stands, he took off his jersey and kissed the Barcelona emblem in public without even giving a yellow card. This scene deeply stimulated Meilinger and also stimulated the Real Madrid players.
But Zhuoyang was not stimulated by this. He was tired of kissing the Barcelona team emblem in those two years. But today, Boss Mei's two penalty kicks, one on target and one on odd, all contributed, stimulated him.
"Master Tu, I don't think we can let them go back so easily."
"Me too!"
"Master Tu, I think there is still something we can do with this little time."
"Me too!"
"Master Tu, who are you trying to imitate? It sounds familiar."
"Have you forgotten? What, Barak, Michael Barak."
"Master Tu, don't imitate him. He is the second runner-up in the Guinness Book of Records. I will always be the champion."
Chapter completed!