When Chu Zhongtian kicked the ball, most people only thought it was an ordinary pass. In this way, Metz also tried a lot in overtime, but no pass ended up scoring the goal.

It was not until the football slid all the way through Maresca, Navarro and Escud that the sunlight that penetrated thick dark clouds shone directly behind Sevilla's defense line that everyone was either panicked or excited.

Sevilla fans booed a huge boo, while Metz fans cheered.

Emily's butt left her seat and her body popped forward. She didn't cheer, but just watched nervously at what was happening in the field.

Sevilla's head coach Ramos widened his eyes and looked at the stadium with a slight horror. What happened next in his mind was already in advance, which was an ominous premonition.

※※※Amid the boos of Sevilla fans and the cheers of Metz fans, Ribery walked over the football and drove the ball to the penalty area.

Except for a goalkeeper who attacked in front, no one could stop him, because Chu Zhongtian's pass just now caused Navarro and Escud to fall to the ground. When they got up, everything that should have happened, and what should not have happened was probably also happening.

Before the goal that equalized the score, Chu Zhongtian passed the ball to assist Menez. He could not hear anything except his breathing. But Ribery was different from him. He could now clearly hear various sounds from the stands. He looked up at the goalkeeper who was attacking, and calmly analyzed the distance between the two sides and what he would do next.

"Frank Ribery! He received the ball...so beautiful! He led forward..."

Should I shoot directly? Or do I pass the opponent?

Palop decided to abandon the goal when he saw the football pass through Navarro and Escud. So now he is a little far from the goal and is almost near the penalty spot.

If you shoot directly, the angle is getting smaller... Ribery decided to pass the goalkeeper before talking about it.

Facing Palop's attack, Ribery was very calm. He pushed the football into the middle and dribbled it horizontally, causing Palop to change direction and slow down his movements. Then Ribery raised his left foot to shoot... For the goalkeeper, they often had no choice at this time. Even though they knew that the opponent might be a fake move, they had to make a save move, otherwise they would remain indifferent, but the opponent shot directly and could penetrate the goal behind him.

So Palop didn't think so much, so he rushed out, stretched out his body, and tried to increase the defense area.

Since he made a save, the shot must have become a fake move. Ribery fell down with his left foot and did not shoot. Instead, he pushed the football forward a little and dodged Palop!

The Sevilla fans in the stands booed in despair and horror. Now they can only pray that Ribery will shoot the football with one shot and miss it. Otherwise... Metz's fans cheered loudly, as if they had seen the football fly into the goal.

"Ribery shook Palop away! This is the best opportunity!"

Palop, who was lying on the ground, suddenly struggled and rushed towards the football!

Ribery hadn't completely shaken him away, nor did he give up!

Palop bet that Ribery must have never expected that he was so tenacious - a goalkeeper who fell to the ground had the strength to get up and save the ball again, which was not the performance that a 33-year-old goalkeeper should have.

"Palop!" the narrator screamed.

At that moment, some of the fans of Sevilla cheered, as if they remembered the second leg of the League Cup 8th-finals.

Eighty-nine minutes before the game, Sevilla fell behind the Ukrainian powerhouse Donesque Miners 1:2. If the score remains until the end of the game, the defending champion will miss the quarterfinals. In the fourth minute of injury time, Sevilla received a corner kick opportunity, which may be the last chance for the defending champion. At this moment, Palop rushed to the goal of the Donesque Miners and prepared to compete for a corner kick. Alves took the corner kick, Palop jumped high and hit the football. The football was pushed to the ground and rebounded a little, and then rushed into the goal... Goalkeeper Palop saved the team like a god descending to earth, dragging the game into overtime. The final score was 5:4. Sevilla defeated his opponent in overtime and advanced to the quarterfinals.

Since our great Palop can save the team once, why can't we save the team the second time? The last time we saved the team with goals he was not good at, and this time we used his job!

That's what Sevilla fans think.

Palop thinks so too, he wants to use his own hands to save the team!

He jumped forward, stretched out his arms, trying to get the football racquet away. The football was so close that it bounced in front of his eyes, soared into the air, spinning in the air, bringing some grass clippings, and it was not fast, as if waiting for him. This scene fascinated him, and he narrowed his eyes, with only the football in his eyes.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and the football in front of him disappeared!

He waved his hand and slapped it.

Ribery didn't look back and look at Palop who could never get up again. He just plucked the ball with his left foot, then used support, and directly wadeed the football with his right foot, and his movements were very coherent. Now there was only a huge empty gate in front of him, and no one could stop him!

Seeing this scene, some of the Sevilla fans sighed, and they had accepted their fate.

Ribery adjusted his posture and then swung his right foot. This time he shot, not a fake move!

The football was pulled into the middle and upper part by his right foot, and flew towards the goal with a line.

Without any suspense, the football crossed the goal line and hit the net.

Palop had just stood up from the ground and turned around and saw the football enter the door. His hands lost all their strength in an instant and his body fell down again.

Then he spread his hands and lay on the ground with his back to the sky, his chest undulating violently, allowing the rain to fall from the sky to hit his face, eyes and mouth without any reaction.

At this time, he knew what that meant.

※※※"Frank Ribery—but!but!butbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbutbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Compared with his madness, the Spanish commentator not far away was holding his head with his hands, without saying a word.

The Spaniard's nightmare in the World Cup has happened again today in the finals of the League Cup, and it is the Ribery who brought this nightmare to them.

Ribery, who scored the goal, opened his arms and turned around and ran back. He wanted to hug Chu Zhongtian who assisted him. With this goal, he no longer had to feel guilty about leaving Metz in Xiatian.

Escud and Navarro watched Ribery run through them in a daze, and then rushed towards Chu Zhongtian.

When Chu Zhongtian was hugged by Ribery, he felt a little pain in his right arm, but he was in extreme excitement and ecstasy and didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"We're sure to win, Chu!" Ribery held his head, pressed his forehead against him, and shouted at him.

"Yes, we will definitely win!" Chu Zhongtian also responded loudly to him.

"We are the champions! We are the champions! Hahaha!" Ribery screamed excitedly and hugged him tighter.

Their teammates have come from all directions to surround them and celebrate the goal.

Proman, who had been paying attention to the game at the player's passage, saw Ribery hit the goal and excitedly hit the cement wall next to him. Although the pain made him grin, his heart was as sweet as honey.

※※"The ball has entered! Ah...beautiful! Beautiful! This is an assist from Chu Zhongtian! His pass directly tore up Sevilla's defense line, creating a chance for Ribery to single-ball!" The commentator of Sichuan Station shouted.

At the same time, in front of the TV, Chu Zuosheng and Zhou Xiaoxiang also shouted excitedly.

Not only in their home, but at this time in Sichuan, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangdong, Liaoning, Shandong, Henan, Hunan, Shanxi... In the whole of China, the Chinese fans who were waiting in front of the TV to watch the League Cup finals all jumped up and clenched their fists and roared as if no one was around.

They were not cheering for Ribery's goal, but for Chu Zhongtian's possible victory in the League Cup.

※※※"Yeah!!" Emily in the box raised her arms high and screamed excitedly. The people around her were just applauding the goal. Their feelings were completely different from Emily. They might just think that Mess had hope of winning the championship, but Emily knew that if she won this game, the pain her lover suffered would be worth it.

"Good job, good job..." She smiled and kept muttering.

"Oh...oh!oh!oh!!" Belmont, who had been standing in the stands for nearly 120 minutes of the game, was first surprised and excited. He jumped up and raised his fist and shouted. "Mess! Mess!"

Not too far from him, Mathilde grinned and said, looking at her disheveled hair, she was not a lady at all. She is usually a very quiet girl... But she doesn't have to worry about being despised, because right next to her, there is a big man who looks very ferocious. At this moment, she is covering her mouth with her hands, tears flowing down her face, and sobbing, and she can only make a "whimper" sound in her throat.

Seeing Ribery sending the football into the goal, the daughter sitting next to her father couldn't help but scream excitedly. Although she was not a Metz fan, she was from Metz after all. She would naturally be happy that the team in her hometown had such outstanding performance.

But she didn't hear her father's excited roar, nor did she see him jumping from his seat like a child, danced a butt in front of the TV, and then venting her emotions with swear words.

She turned her head strangely and found her father sitting on the sofa with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Dad?" she called softly in confusion.

"I'm fine." Legov's voice rang. "Don't worry about me."

"But...we won..." the daughter pointed to the TV screen and said to her father.

"I know, I know." Legov replied in a very calm tone.

"Why do you seem unhappy at all, Dad?"

Legov shook his head: "I don't know... I feel like 'this is the end'." He adjusted his sitting position and continued to look at the cheering and celebrating Metz players on the TV screen.

※※※"Haha! This is Chu's assist! Three goals, one planned, two assists! It's amazing!" Wimbledon fans also stopped singing and excitedly discussed the goal.

"When Chu just went to our team, who could have thought of this? He looks very different from us..." A player who once played in Wimbledon Athletics murmured.

Several of his former teammates were silent when he said this. Everyone played amateur football. Now some of them are still playing, while some have given up on football. Only this person has played such a big scene step by step. Are you not envious? Are you not jealous? That is impossible. However, Chu deserves such a day.

Wimbledon's fans don't have as many ideas as those players, they just feel happy for Chu.

Someone went to congratulate Boss John.

"Boss John, your bar is completely famous! An Emily Stan came out, and it's Chu now!"

"Ahha!" Boss John was very happy and accepted all such compliments with joy.

※※※Mess fans are celebrating freely, while Sevilla is silent.

The Sevilla players stood on the court, stunned and completely unable to react. No one could react, from falling behind to taking the lead in the first place, then being equalized in the last minute of the game, dragged into overtime. Now, after a few dozen minutes of besieging, Metz, who was one of them, scored the winning goal! Who can accept such a result of the game?

No one said anything about Sevilla's bench, and everyone sat in their seats blankly, not knowing what to do.

Not far away are the cheering Metz players and coaches. They set the background for the silent Sevilla players, and the silent Sevilla players also set the background for the excited and reveling Metz players.

※※※ "Mes actually scored two minutes before the end of overtime. If nothing unexpected happens, this is probably the goal that determines the final championship! From Frank Ribery! But before that, it was Chu's accurate long pass!" The whole process of scoring just now was playing on the TV, starting from Chu Zhongtian's long pass until Ribery dribbled past Palop and scored the ball into the empty goal.

"What a wonderful game! The process was full of twists and turns. When Proman was sent off, who could have thought that Mes could actually laugh to the end? Although the brave Mess was one less person than Sevilla, they defeated powerful opponents!"

"Ha! Now I know why so many teams can't defend the champion! Sevilla has the best chance - reverse the lead, and was missing one person by his opponent at half time, but now the score is 2:3, and the defending champion is behind! Is this God's will?"

"Mez taught Sevilla a good lesson, the name is 'Tenire'! They are really very, very tenacious!"

Commentators from all over the country expressed their opinions on the goal. Although there are about two minutes left before the end of the game, no one believes that Sevilla can create miracles.

At the last moment of the ninety-minute game, they equalized the score by Metz, and their morale and confidence were already severely damaged. Fortunately, the game ended in time, giving Juander Ramos a chance to encourage the players. Now they have suffered a second heavy blow. Does Juander Ramos have any magic? Should I wait for the game to end to boost the morale of the team? At that time, even if a group of people was encouraged like angry Bulls, what's the use? The game is over.

When the game started again, this time it was Metz's substitutes who gathered on the sidelines to wait for entry to celebrate.

Metz fans in the stands sang songs to celebrate victory loudly, while Sevilla fans were silent. On this rainy night in Glasgow, a chill appeared at the back of everyone.

After the game restarted, Sevilla's players were completely defiant and were defeated by Ribery's goal.

This is really ironic. Juander Ramos tried his best to defeat Chu Zhongtian, but he didn't expect that Chu Zhongtian was not defeated, but also used two assists to defeat Ramos's team.

This is called Juander Ramos's love... In the next two minutes, Sevilla also tried to counterattack, but their offense was very impatient and they had no patience to organize the attack carefully. After the kickoff, they hanged their feet towards the frontcourt, and naturally they were pushed out of the sideline by Metz's players.

After the outbound ball was thrown out, Maresca did not pass the ball to anyone. He took a long shot at the goal thirty-five meters away.

The result is conceivable. The football flew high over the crossbar and rushed straight to the stands.

Seeing Sevilla performing like this, the Metz fans who were still a little nervous before laughed, and their hearts had fallen back.

Next was Metz's kick-off goal, Winby handed the football to Chu Zhongtian, and Chu Zhongtian used the pass and running position to knock the football back and forth, and transferred the Sevilla player who rushed to grab the ball back and forth, just like the "|心号号" in training.

Time travels quickly in Metz's possession. The fourth official of the substitute Masaka became the referee on duty. Bertolini saw that the football was always wandering under the feet of Metz's players, and Sevilla couldn't grab the ball. So he didn't give any more stoppage time. As soon as the 120-minute game time arrived, he blew the whistle to the end of the game!

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!