Chapter 219 The biggest tragedy in the history of the European Cup final occurred!
The balance of victory tilts towards the Matador Legion.
Portugal rarely has the opportunity to threaten its opponents' dangerous areas.
Instead, they were crazily suppressed by Spain.
The midfield stranglehold cannot be fought, and the overall operation cannot be carried out.
Joao Mario couldn't even touch the ball, let alone deliver cannonballs to Ronaldo.
"Under Li Kang's organization and connection, Spain has cooperated smoothly."
"The core midfielders of several powerful European teams come together, and their control and dominance are terrifying!"
"Just by using changes in rhythm, you can torture your opponent until they are helpless."
"Oh, we saw that Ronaldo also participated in the defense and had a very positive attitude!"
"One person can't make any difference."
....
Pepe and Fonte are miserable.
They faced Diego Costa who was at his peak, and it was really difficult to stop him without fouling.
Not to mention there are three "auxiliary plug-ins" such as Cazorla, Iniesta, and David Silva.
What’s even more terrifying is: there is also Li Kang who attacks from time to time!
Portugal's defense is shaky.
Fortunately, goalkeeper Patricio regained some form, made high passes to block, and repeatedly resolved dangerous situations.
"A talented goalkeeper with a bright future!"
"His performance in this European Cup was so brave."
...
The 15th minute of the game.
Joao Mario explodes.
right.
It's like hiding a passive talent.
This guy gets nervous occasionally, and when he gets nervous, it's like cheating.
There was a snap.
He helped defend Fonte in time and stole the football from Diego Costa.
“Portugal’s counterattack!”
"The ball was lost again!"
Not a few steps forward.
Li Kang completed the steal and quickly advanced with the ball.
The entire Spanish team was like a red torrent, rushing unstoppably into the opponent's penalty area.
Continuous rapid delivery.
Excellent coordinated running and passing.
The trajectory of football is like a sharp blade.
Portugal's defense was as thin as white paper and was torn to pieces.
Cazorla sent a strange diagonal pass with the outside instep of his left foot. After receiving the ball, Carvajal got rid of William Carvalho and contributed a highly concealed and exquisite through ball. Portugal's defense was completely penetrated.
Diego Costa got past Pepe and instead of taking the shot himself, he passed it to David Silva who was in a better position.
The Manchester City midfielder blasted an arcing shot from the top of the penalty area!
Patricio tried his best, but his white gloves could barely block the ball!
"The ball didn't clear far!"
"Danger!"
"Beautiful, got in again!"
Li Kang miraculously appeared near the twelve-yard mark, pushed the ball slightly, and scored!
3:0!
...
Stade de France.
Thunderous applause.
"Lee!
"
"Lee!
"
"Lee!
"
Li Kang was surrounded by his teammates.
Spanish fans and neutral fans shouted at the top of their lungs.
When it reaches the ears of Portuguese fans, it is like an elegy from hell.
They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.
This is the big stage for the European Cup finals.
How could it be so easy to score a goal?
Spain is not the German team!
How could it be possible to play so easily?
....
In the stands.
Dino and Belenta were very excited.
Voller said with emotion: "There is no regret that the German team lost to this Spanish team. The Matador dynasty has completed its revival and has unparalleled midfield dominance."
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The old man Top applauded: "It's not certain that the World Cup will happen in two years' time... Maybe this is the last afterglow that Spain will leave to the world."
...
Time passed minute by minute.
Bosque yawned.
Santos turned pale.
The one-sided crushing situation killed all suspense.
Not only was Portugal's defense repeatedly defeated, but its psychological defense was also gradually loosened by the opponent's constantly changing attacks.
too difficult.
It's too painful.
Sanchez, 19, had red eyes and trembling fists.
He finally realized what Senderos felt when he met Drogba.
The Spanish No. 6 in front of me is like a devil.
...
Pepe wanted to vomit.
He is 34 years old this year.
When I was young, I simply couldn’t use up my physical strength.
Nowadays, in the extreme rhythm changes in Spain, my physical strength has plummeted due to being exhausted, and I am in a state of embarrassment.
Dimensionality reduction attack.
With the assistance of this group of second-rate defense partners, the invincible armada in front of him was much more terrifying than any opponent he had ever encountered in his career.
Diego Costa is cruising around, not even bothering to use trash talk and petty tricks...
despair.
Despair occupies the hearts of all Portuguese people.
The Stade de France was filled with cheers that did not belong to them.
On the green field.
Only a figure wearing No. 7 jersey was left, running back and forth.
He was so embarrassed.
Perfect passing lines, like the strings on a puppet, control the direction he runs.
Just like a country boy who has just left the Madeira Peninsula, he is ridiculed and bullied in the world he experiences.
helpless.
Hesitant.
A pointless and futile resistance.
In the end, it was burned away by a heart that refused to admit defeat.
...
After a while.
Pressure failed.
He angrily cursed at his teammates behind him.
Santos waved his hand quickly.
If you increase the number of people pressing in the frontcourt, the backcourt will be penetrated in minutes!
"The Spanish team gradually slowed down its pace."
"With a three-goal lead, we still have to take care of the physical strength of veterans like Iniesta."
"Cazorla and David Silva also have old wounds."
"The Armada is getting closer and closer to the Delaunay Cup!"
"Cristiano Ronaldo raised his hand toward the backcourt, encouraging his teammates to increase the pace of the frontcourt pressing."
"Steady eyes,"
"He's still holding on."
"Oh, why is Ronaldo limping when running?"
"It must be an old knee injury!"
"The knee joint is the most complex joint in the human body, and it is also the hub of kinetic energy of the entire human body!"
"Cristiano Ronaldo sat on the turf!"
"Can't you keep playing?"
...
Ronaldo took off the captain's armband and sat on the turf in pain.
The eyes are red.
His expression could not conceal his loss and unwillingness.
The moment I took off the guard, the tears couldn't stop flowing down.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Iniesta hesitated for a moment and kicked the ball out of bounds.
The referee stopped the game and signaled the team doctor to come on.
At the Stade de France, there were no boos at the moment, only the sighs of the Portuguese fans.
It seemed that the dream of winning the championship came to an abrupt end with the fall of Cristiano Ronaldo.
He carries the hopes of countless fans,
The close-up moves to his face.
A moth fluttered its wings and landed between the eyebrows.
now.
It seems that the whole world feels the sadness of Portugal No. 7.
"A country boy who came out of the Madeira Peninsula, walked in the mud... and grew up to be the most watched superstar in the world."
"Fate played a trick and stopped his journey to the European Cup in France in the most helpless way."
"Butterflies can never fly across the sea."
"A hero fell on the road to his dream."
"The twelve-year cycle."
...
Studio.
-[Butterflies are messengers sent by God, even God can’t bear Ronaldo’s cry.]
-【What butterfly? That's a moth!】
-[The corner flags and nets, the turf are full of insects and moths!]
-【I appreciate you fans who don’t understand romance.】
-[What to do, Ronaldo is gone, Portugal is finished.]
-[When he is off the field, Portugal will show its true strength.]
....
Quaresma comes on as a substitute.
The game resumes.
Li Kang suddenly discovered that Portugal's overall offensive and defensive ends were a whole level stronger.
The distance between defensive ends is kept very reasonable.
On the offensive end, he can play a well-organized three-dimensional counterattack.
Without the core of their offense, all Portuguese players liberated their natures and seemed to break the shackles that restricted everything.
"The Spanish team is still controlling the rhythm."
"Beautiful, Portugal stole the ball!
"The cooperation of Santos and Quaresma!"
"Infected by Ronaldo..."
"This is leadership! Even if he cannot persist in the game, the spirit he left behind is still inspiring his teammates!"
....
Second half.
After receiving treatment, Ronaldo returned to the bench.
He couldn't help but stand next to coach Santos, taking over his duties... and loudly commanding the team.
Portugal soon collapsed.
After all, the tragic ending cannot be avoided.
finally.
Beep! Beep beep~
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.
Spain 6:0 Portugal!
The biggest tragedy in the history of the European Cup final happened!