"Oh, no!!!" Guatu hugged his big, round and shiny head and leaned on the chair with a look of despair.
Goalpost?
Why is it the goalpost again?
Why is it always the goalpost?
What's wrong with Messi?
Could it be that those two penalty kicks used up all the luck?
After scoring two goals in a row, shouldn't my feet feel better?
Just a little bit, just a little bit...
After Van Persie scored twice, Guato immediately formulated the tactics for the remaining games based on the situation on the spot.
The first step of this tactic is to score the first goal and equalize the score.
But the equalizing goal hasn't come yet, so what's the point?
No matter how sophisticated the subsequent tactics are, they will still take time to execute!
As the game entered the last ten minutes, Arsenal, who were playing away from home, even Robin van Persie moved to the backcourt to participate in the defense.
Facing the Gunners' 640, if they didn't score these two goals, how could they score next?
Do we still have to rely on penalty kicks?
"I have to say that Barcelona was really unlucky today. Messi kicked the goalpost twice in succession."
"hey-hey..."
"Maybe Barcelona ran out of luck with two penalty kicks?"
"hey-hey!"
In the stands, many fans of the home team stood up the moment Messi shot, but did not want to sit down for a long time.
Everyone has the same look as melon bald, with incredible looks on their faces.
Isn't this Camp Nou?
Why should the goalpost help the away team?
"Huchihuchi..." Koscielny's ears were filled with the sound of Messi's breathing.
"Gudong, hiccup~" Harvey's voice of swallowing hard could also be heard in Lei Yu's ears.
It's been a long time since Barcelona dominated the world and they haven't played so hard.
Iniesta stepped forward and patted Messi on the shoulder.
The latter also took the opportunity to put his arm around Iniesta's waist and said in a voice that only one person could hear: "Andres, I have a hunch that we may end here today."
"Leo, don't talk nonsense, we still have a chance!"
Iniesta's ball head shook, and a string of water drops splashed around him.
Although the game is coming to an end, in fact, it has just begun.
For a time, there were constant fouls on the court.
Arsenal, who were fully defensive, used the Premier League's tactics in La Liga. They collided, pulled, fouled, and verbally attacked, trying to delay the game as much as possible and disrupt the opponent's mood.
In the end, even the lying-on-the-grass tactic was used.
If the referee didn't blow the whistle, the Gunners wouldn't get up, and Arteta even "summoned" a wave of team doctors.
The score remained unchanged, but the number of times the referee took out cards increased significantly.
In just a few minutes, the referee took out five yellow cards in a row, 3 for Arsenal and 2 for Barcelona.
Fans from both sides couldn't sit still and stood up one by one to cheer for their home team.
At the 89th minute of the game, an unexpected and reasonable number was raised by the fourth official.
"5!"
Five minutes of added time!
"Wuck, why did you add 5 minutes of extra time? Barcelona cheated again?" the gun fans shouted.
"He nnd, why only 5 minutes?" Barcelona fans also looked angry.
At this moment, a scream came from the front of the Gunners penalty area.
Messi hugged his legs and lay on the ground.
Rosicky stood there blankly, subconsciously raising his hands.
Even as a substitute, his face was covered with sweat.
The referee ran up to him and took out a yellow card.
The rest of the Barcelona players ran towards Messi with expressions of concern on their faces.
"How's it going? Leo, are you okay?"
"Can you still stand up?"
"Should we call the team doctor?"
Messi, who was surrounded in the center, struggled to sit up and held Xavi's jaw tightly with his right hand.
"Pull me up!"
Xavi and Iniesta heard this and hurriedly helped Messi up.
They know that Messi doesn't want to waste time.
"Do you want the team doctor to take a look..." Pedro asked worriedly from the side.
"No need!" Messi waved his hand, "I know my own body well. It's fine. I can still hold on!"
Seeing that Messi was fine, Barcelona's team doctor also put down the box in his hand.
At this time, the time on the big screen has reached the 92nd minute.
Harvey took the ball and rubbed it on the turf repeatedly.
Find the position of the valve core and align it with yourself.
The gunners lined up the wall obediently, and Lei Yu stood in the center to bear the brunt. Even if the ball flew towards his head, he would not give an inch!
ccc Ni is facing a formidable enemy.
This location is great!
So good that the three Barcelona players in front of the ball are all capable of shooting the ball into the net with one kick.
The lessons learned from Bayern in 1999 are still fresh in our minds. The closer we get to the final moment of the game, the less we can take it lightly.
In front of the ball, Messi, Xavi and Iniesta were holding each other's waists, looking forward, and communicating with each other in voices that only three of them could hear.
The gunmen guessed they wanted to knock on the door.
But the Gunners couldn't guess who would kick the ball in the end.
At this moment, even Puyol and Alves rushed into the Gunners penalty area, and even Pinto ran in.
Ma Xiaomao was left alone in the midfield.
The tense moment did not last long. At the referee's whistle, in front of 100,000 people at the scene, Messi was the first to take a running start, accelerated and raised his thighs.
boom!
The first player kicked the ball out with his first kick.
The ball drew an arc in the air, passed over Arsenal's wall, and began to turn and fall rapidly.
"Messi~~~~"
Commentators all over the world raised their voices.
cccni only moved a step laterally, then jumped hard and ejected himself.
"Bang" C Ni's right hand and the falling ball collided at the same coordinate point at the same time.
After the force of the blocked ball was removed, it bounced half a meter in front of Ni.
This half-meter distance looks like a chasm to Ni Ni.
When Ni tried his best to protect the ball, Ni stood in front of him and swung his thigh hard.
Is...who is it?
ccc Ni subconsciously opened his arms and tried to expand his defensive area.
But the person who came actually turned around and kicked the ball directly out of the penalty area.
It's Arteta!
Gun fans are excited.
"Huh, huh, huh..." Ccc Ni's heart felt like it had been on a roller coaster of death, almost not jumping out of her chest.
Fortunately, we are one of our own!
"3c, well defended!"
C Ni's name quickly spread within the team.
Arteta gave a simple word of encouragement and then called on his teammates to run out of the penalty area.
Everyone knows Ni's contribution!
But there was no time to exchange pleasantries at this moment, because the ball had not yet gone out of bounds.
Seeing the ball flying far in the air, Pinto immediately ran out of the penalty area and ran towards his own half.
Mascherano faced the ball and quickly ran to where the ball landed.
"Hold on, one more!"
Seeing Ma Ma stop the ball and raise his right hand, Barcelona, who were returning to defense, were all stunned, and then turned around at the same time and faced the Gunners penalty area again.
"Defend!"
"follow!"
The words "deployment" echoed in the ears of the gunmen.
Who will he pass the ball to?
Harvey?
Iniesta?
Or Messi?
At this time, Santos and Xavi were entangled at the front of the penalty area.
Just when Santos felt that the person next to him seemed to have a different figure than Messi, he turned his head and looked around, and his eyes widened suddenly.
"Corvo, why are you here?"
Looking at Santos, who was also guarding Xavi with him, Koscielny reacted and understood what his teammate meant.
He stretched out his hand, pointed at Messi and said, "He has..."
Halfway through his words, Koscielny's eyes also widened.
Sagna, who originally thought he would stick to Messi's side, is now standing alone where he is pointing.