The moment the whistle sounded at the end of the game, many Boca players collapsed on the ground.

This game is so tough...

Songsu gasped for breath: "Even when I played against Hetang, I didn't feel so tired, huh..."

Pika nodded: "Yes, I came on as a substitute for more than 20 minutes, and I clearly felt that my physical fitness was declining."

Boca was exhausted in the middle, but there was one person who was still in good physical condition.

Chang Ming.

He was on the court as if he had just started. Although his expression looked a little tired and his face was very rosy, there was still nothing wrong with him.

Even if there is another 30 minutes of overtime, Chang Ming will not be exhausted.

Standing in the middle of the court, Gansuo from the opposite side walked over.

He handed over the jersey and looked at Chang Ming seriously.

"Chinese boy, I was originally going to exchange jerseys with Riquelme for this game, but I changed my mind."

"Oh why?"

"Because I can foresee that, given time, you may even win greater honors than Riquelme!"

"I'm honored to be praised by Brazil's top talent. I'm also happy to play against you. You are a super strong b2b midfielder."

"Forget it, I accept what others say. You, a physical maniac with excellent offense and defense, better not praise me."

"Your organizational skills are very strong, especially in the connection between ball control and passing. I am not as good as you."

"Loser, what qualifications do you have to be called excellent? But in the next game at your home court, we will definitely win it back!"

"I'll wait for you at the candy box!"

The two midfield geniuses shook hands tightly and expressed sympathy for each other.

On the sidelines of the court, Neymar also walked towards Long Yu, who was celebrating with his teammates.

"Big man from China, you are very good."

"Brazilian little genius, you're okay too."

"You are very powerful, strong, have excellent headers and accurate shooting. You will definitely become a world-class striker in the future."

"No, no, no, you're right."

"Don't be modest, you have this potential, I'm sure of it."

"No, you didn't understand what I meant. I mean, you said it too late."

"What's the meaning?"

"Why wait until later? I'm a world-class striker now!"

"..."

"Not convinced?"

"you can……"

"Change quickly, I still have to celebrate the victory when it's over."

"What's the rush..."

"Yes, you don't have to worry. You don't celebrate anyway, but I have to celebrate."

"You are really good at talking..."

Holding Long Yu's large jersey, Neymar looked back.

Long Yu was excited and active on the court, dragging up his fallen teammates.

Especially the stout striker, who was kicked so hard in the butt by Long Yu that he screamed in pain.

This Chinese forward is a bit interesting.

I heard that like me, he is also a Real Madrid fan. Maybe one day we will meet in Real Madrid...

Young people talk about theirs, and veterans talk about theirs.

In fact, for Robinho, he is not a veteran.

At best, he is barely 26 years old.

But after all, he debuted very early, and he goes to bed early, so he looks like a veteran.

On the sidelines of the court, Robinho was exchanging jerseys with Riquelme.

"Man, with your ability, you can still become the main force of a mid-tier team now that you're back in Europe."

"Mid-tier team? I think even if I go to Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​I still deserve to be the main player!"

"Haha, you are still so arrogant."

"This is true."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm not in La Liga anymore anyway. I have no interest in Real Madrid or Barcelona. You can say whatever you like."

Robinho shrugged, handed over his jersey, and took Riquelme's jersey.

"Man, I hope you can play longer in the next game."

"You too, take care of yourself."

"There is really no challenge in South American football, so it's more interesting to play against you."

"Even if I don't play, our young guys will still make you feel interesting."

"Haha, okay."

Turn around and leave, looking forward to returning for the next game!

A tough game and Boca won.

With two wins and one draw, they scored 7 points and ranked first in the group.

The qualifying situation is very optimistic.

In another game, Colo-Colo won 4-0 Sporting Italia, a very clean victory.

Behind them, Colo-Colo, with one win and two draws, ranked second in the group with 5 points.

Santos is in the same situation as Colo-Colo, with one win and two draws and 5 points, including the same goal difference, goals scored and goals conceded.

Sporting Italia has lost three games in a row, and this Copa Libertadores is all about sparring.

In addition to Boca and Santos who are super strong, even Colo-Colo is a dark horse.

Being able to draw with Boca and Santos in succession, Colo-Colo has a lot of potential.

A week later, Boca once again felt that Colo-Colo was difficult to beat.

As a guest in Chile, Boca encountered huge troubles.

Under the strong momentum at home, Colo-Colo exploded to 200% strength!

Whether it is defensive confrontation or offensive enthusiasm, they are top-notch today!

In the 23rd minute of the game, Boca scored the first goal.

Riquelme's free kick assisted, and Palermo scored the goal.

Boca leads 1-0.

But soon, they were equalized by their opponents.

Right midfielder Arangis sprinted with the ball and cut through Boca's defense on the right!

Quick cross!

The ball is slightly low.

But center Bogado doesn't care!

Throw yourself out!

Header!

The ball hit the net!

1 to 1!

Colo-Colo equalized the score!

Next, Boca continued to look for scoring opportunities.

But Colo-Colo's defense is so resilient that it is difficult to break open the defense.

It wasn't until the 69th minute of the second half that Riquelme launched another free kick attack.

Corner kick goes to the center of the penalty area!

Long Yu jumped up high and headed the ball towards the goal!
To be continued...