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Chapter 160 Golden Carlos, heavy artillery roars at forty yards! ! !

The game is coming to an end. A draw and two away goals are completely acceptable for Barcelona. Therefore, the more Barcelona players play, the more relaxed their mentality and the smoother their feet feel. For Real Madrid players, the situation is completely different.

A tie at home means that they must win the second round, otherwise the tie will be out!But Barcelona's home court, Camp Nou, is not so easy to capture. It will be much more difficult to defeat Barcelona in the second round than it is now!
urgent.

in a hurry!
And eagerness will undoubtedly affect judgment.

Especially for Figo, Real Madrid conceded two goals because of Chen Mo's direct or indirect damage to him after getting rid of him. If he can't make up for it in the final stage, he will face huge pressure from public opinion after the game !

"Damn it, this kid wants to waste time!"

Seeing that Chen Mo has been cooperating with his teammates near the center circle and passing the safety ball, it seems that he has no desire to attack. Figo became more and more anxious, and soon, when Davis passed the ball to Chen Mo again.

Seeing that the speed of the ball was not fast, Figo couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly went up to try to steal the ball, but Chen Mo had already prepared himself. The moment he went up to the top, he immediately used his back to block the route to grab the ball, and swung his right leg to face the ball. .

Diagonal cross, pass the ball directly from the left to Cocu in the right midfield.

A wide-ranging oblique long pass was transferred, and the ball went to the right. Real Madrid's entire defense line had to move to the right midfield, and as the ball went to the right, Messi, who knew that Cocu's organizational ability was not strong enough, decisively retreated to get the ball. At the same time, Barcelona right back Rezger flew up to his waist to help receive the pass.

I have to say that Messi's dribbling ability is too strong, and Carlos who defends him is a typical full-back with strong offense and weak defense. There is no way to steal the ball from Messi's feet. Dazed and flustered during the change of direction, Beckham had no choice but to give up the left side where Ronaldinho and Chen Mo were obviously under greater defensive pressure, and returned to the right side to help defend.

"Barcelona changed?"

Barcelona, ​​which had been attacking the left for more than ten minutes, suddenly shifted its focus to the right. Real Madrid players were a little confused. At this moment, facing Beckham's pressure again, Messi directly passed the ball back to Cocu. As soon as Cocu took the ball, Solari immediately went up to grab it.

Seeing Solari galloping towards him, Cocu protected the ball with his back and prepared to pass it back to Puyol, but at this moment, his peripheral vision from his right eye keenly caught a figure coming from behind Figo. Run past!

"Chen Mo?!"

Cocu was startled. In his line of sight, Figo from the left midfielder was still watching him, while Chen Mo had passed behind Figo like a shadow man!

"Defense!"

Chen Mo's running route was Judging from Figo's blind spot after observation, but further back, Real Madrid right back Salgado saw all this, shouted immediately, and ran towards Chen Mo at the same time. At this moment, Ronaldinho immediately retreated, completed an X-shaped cross-run with Chen Mo, and reached out for the ball at the same time!

Messi was on the right side for a long time, and Beckham was attracted to the right side to help defend. At this time, Chen Mo's forward drive took away the marking Salgado!

Ronaldinho had a momentary gap on the left!
Without the slightest hesitation, Cocu resisted Solari with his right hand, put his right foot on the ground, and swung his left foot towards the ball!
Diagonal long pass!
The ball went straight to the left!
The kick was fast and accurate, and it was only then that Figo turned around to observe Ronaldinho who was waiting to catch the ball on the wing behind him!

"Trouble!"

"trouble!"

Figo's heart sank, he turned and rushed towards Ronaldinho!

Looking at the ball flying far away and Figo pounced on him, Ronaldinho also cursed inwardly, every second is important at this time, in his mind, the ball should be sent to the ground and let him use his feet To get rid of the defender, or make a long pass ahead of time to make him run on the wing!
As a result, Koku gave a high ball, and he hadn't measured it in advance!
Helpless, I could only hold my chest out at the landing point and watch the ball drop.

close!

The spinning ball was getting closer, and Figo was getting closer!

"Don't let the ball hit the ground!"

The ball was about to hit his chest, Figo had already thrown himself in front of him, and stretched his legs to sweep directly towards the spot where the ball fell. The moment of the ball hitting his chest was under the watchful eyes of [-] spectators. Ronaldinho slammed his chest in response to the ball!
Unload force, gravity!
The ball drew an L-shaped arc in the air with Ronaldinho's chest as the fulcrum, and rolled towards the front of Real Madrid's penalty area. At the same time, Ronaldinho immediately turned around to chase the ball!
"what?!"

The scene in front of him made Figo's eyes widen instantly, and he wanted to pull away to chase, but because he stretched out his right foot to steal the ball in a hurdling posture, he couldn't turn around at this time, but because of the mismatch between his head and body, he fell instantly on the ground.

With a mouth full of mud, he raised his head, and the red and blue number ten in the wind roared violently in front of his eyes. The man with the ponytail had already dribbled the ball diagonally towards the Real Madrid penalty area! ! !
"Oh my God! Ronaldini got rid of Figo and is driving the ball forward at high speed! My God! He is like a wild horse galloping on the grassland!"

"Such a steady high-speed pass! Is Barcelona going to lead the score again? Oh! Beckham hugged him from the side with a football move! My God! This is a move that needs to be rewarded!"

"I can't help it! Chen Mo and Messi's forward penetration and Saviola's running have completely suppressed Real Madrid's entire defense line. No one can go up. This ball Beckham only needs to let Ronaldo Nardinho dribbled the ball to the top of the arc, Real Madrid could very well concede again!"

In the exclamation of the commentator, Ronaldinho, who was running wildly with the ball, was thrown on the waist by Beckham with a standard foul action at forty yards from the goal, and fell to the ground!
There was no slight pause, before Ronaldinho even got up and spread his hands, the referee's whistle sounded.

Beckham yellow card Gabaza's free kick!
"Yellow card?! Damn it! It's just a yellow card?!! Are you sure you see it clearly?! This is a hug, this is definitely a red card action! Red card!!!"

"I see it very clearly, shut your mouth now, unless you also want to get a yellow card!"

"Oh! My God, this kind of UFC action is not worthy of a red card?! Your level is really high!"

"Huh?! What did you say?!"

"sorry."

Puyol really wanted to take the opportunity to get Beckham out of the field and yelled at the referee, but the bald referee Nelson glared and reached for his butt pocket, and he immediately softened.

Chen Mo didn't pay attention to the episode on the referee's side. He ran to Xiao Luo's side in small steps, put his hand over his mouth and said something.

This scene was captured by the camera.

"Are Chen Mo and Ronaldinho discussing who will take the free kick?"

"Haha, it shouldn't be possible. This free kick is close to [-] yards from the goal. Ronaldinho's curve ball is better. He should take the penalty and let Chen Mo go to the penalty area to fight for the header. This discussion may be just a smoke bomb."

"I think so too, well, Real Madrid has lined up the wall, let's see if this free kick can be done. Hey, Chen Mo didn't go into the wall?! What do you mean?! Does he not fight for the header? He is the Barcelona team The tallest and strongest jumping players, hey! He is ready to run?! What do you mean?!"

The commentator exclaimed, and the audience was also aroused. In the corner of the auditorium, Wenger clenched his fists instantly, and the sneak shot video sent by the scouts flashed in his mind. A sweaty teenager is practicing a long shot!

【Boss!His lower body strength is too strong!he.】

The words in his mind have not been recalled yet, and under the shocked eyes of the [-] spectators, as well as Zidane, Ronaldo and others' Real Madrid's Seven Wall of Fame, Chen Mo retreated to the center circle line to prepare for a run-up!

"This run-up distance!"

Thinking of some possibility, Carlos' eyes widened and his scalp went numb, but Chen Mo didn't notice him at all!

Stretching out his hands to brush his wet black hair behind his ears, he fixed his eyes on the upper left corner of the Real Madrid goal, closed his eyes and took a deep breath on his hips. The moment he calmed down, Chen Mo opened his eyes suddenly, swung his arms and drew his bow, his thighs Tighten, push the forefoot of the left foot to the ground!

The huge force lifted the turf in an instant, and Chen Mo even felt a strong sense of pushing his back, but he didn't care about it, his eyes were fixed on the black and white ball in the distance, his arms were swinging faster and faster, and his entire shoulder was shaking back and forth , At the same time, the steps under the feet are getting bigger and bigger, the more they push, the more powerful they are!

"My God! This run-up distance! Is Chen Mo going to hit the door directly?!"

"It's so fast, he's really going to hit the door!!!"

Crazy run-up distance, commentary screaming crazy!

"Faster!"

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the hem of his clothes was rattling. Chen Mo couldn't hear anything at this time, only the ball parked not far away was in his eyes!
Constantly increase the strength of kicking the ground, and constantly increase the speed of raising the legs and kicking the ground, "Moreover, moreover, moreover, moreover, moreover, moreover!" Like a steam train that is constantly full of firepower, Chen Mo runs faster and faster , The swing of the arms is getting more and more intense!
Cadence, pull up!
Power, full!
Speed ​​up!
In a trance, the images of practicing long-range shots on countless nights in the past two years emerged in my mind. In the next moment, Chen Mo, who was swinging his arms vigorously, rushed in front of the ball. In this second, Chen Mo had no thoughts or thoughts in his mind. Every cell is excited and boiling!Following this strong feeling, without the slightest hesitation, pull the right leg back.

Pull it to the limit, and instantly slap it!

"boom!"

Everyone didn't even see Chen Mo's right leg drawn out like an iron whip. In the next second, the ball had already crossed the turf and roared towards the wall!

Outer instep!
Heavy artillery roars! ! !

"My God! What ball speed is this!"

"too fast!"

The commentator and the audience, all [-] audience members stood up instantly!

In the next second, the ball threw an oblique arc in the air, passed over Figo's head on the far left side of Real Madrid's crowd in an instant, and hit Casillas' right palm that swooped out!
"What kind of monster power is this?!"

It was like catching a boulder thrown vigorously by a top baseball player with empty hands, and there was severe pain in his wrist, but what really made Casillas' eyes desperate was that the ball still contained great power after it hit his palm. Unabated, directly refracted into the net!

The net is pulled straight!

In an instant, there was a dead silence in the audience, and the only sound in the huge Bernabéu stadium was the sound of Wenger's vacuum flask falling to the ground.

Three seconds later, the two commentators held the microphones and looked at each other.

"The ball went in?"

".It seems to have scored..Scored, scored!!! Giao!!!Goal!!!Goal!!! The goal is scored!!! No. 803 minutes of the game, Barcelona opened the score again and scored The ball was Barcelona [-] - CHE-N, MMMM - O!!! My God! A super free kick from [-] yards!!! This goal will definitely be written in football history!!!”

(End of this chapter)