Will I hurt you if I score like this?

Chapter 82 How did you lose [-]-[-] at halftime?

"Gol!!!"

Diego Costa felt someone holding his head and shouting excitedly at him.

He took a closer look, and saw the two faces of Li Wei shaking, overlapping, and separating in his sight.

The power of Zabaleta's assist is too great.

"You fucking scored!"

Li Wei held his head and shook it, and now it turned into four faces.

After more than ten seconds, Diego Costa slowly recovered, and when he was finally happy to go to his teammates to celebrate, the others had retreated to their positions to prepare for Mallorca's re-kick-off.

"Lee Wei's assist has become the penultimate pass."

He Wei joked.

The sudden conceded goal made Manzano a little annoyed.

And the boos from the audience behind him questioned his tactics.

Putting up a defensive formation, you can still be scored by the opponent with lightning, which is very harmful and even more insulting.

Veins popped out of Manzano's forehead, he danced and shouted loudly, and the veins on his neck burst out.

Constantly shouting to the team members to stabilize their mentality.

Mallorca has only accumulated eight points in total in seven rounds, and has lost two consecutive games in the last two games. It has scored five goals in total and failed to score a single goal.

Morale has been a bit low, and a victory is urgently needed to restore morale. If this round of competition fails.

You can't hope to make up for the next round of away games against Atletico Madrid.

Mallorca kicked off again, and after passing the ball, Aduriz, who directly chose to mediate, relied on his strong ability to hold the ball with his back and cooperate with left midfielder Juan Arango.

Arango, with his dark skin and tough style, is known as the Caribbean hurricane.

He took the ball and rushed along the left flank, and cooperated with Jurado behind him to attack the space on the Spaniard's side again and again.

After cooperating with Jurado to hit the wall to pass De La Pena, Arango rushed along the left flank, and was squeezed to the sideline by Zabaleta who came later.

Moises Hurtado who came later cooperated with Zabaleta to block Arango's position.

But the stout Arango twisted left and right between the two, trying to forcefully squeeze out the breakout space. In the end, Zabaleta twisted and fell to the ground with a small movement, sending the ball out of the gap.

Jurado, who received the ball, turned around and sent the ball back. Aduriz received the ball and moved forward, passing Hurtado who stepped forward to block, and wanted to volley from the edge of the penalty area.

But Thiago Silva, who came over, had quick eyes and quick feet, and he stretched out his foot to block the ball at the moment Aduriz exerted his strength.

"Thiago Silva! Really stable, the iron gate behind the Spaniard, the future is limitless."

The ball found Hurtado in the frontcourt. While Hurtado held the ball, Zabaleta inserted the edge, and then passed it back to de la Pena after receiving the ball.

"Della Pena's disastrous defense. Just now, the opponent speeded up a little bit and he stopped chasing the ball."

Seeing that de la Pena took the ball again, Xu Yang frowned, pointing out that Mallorca's chance just now came from the failure of the midfield blocking on de la Pena's side.

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to waste all these years."

'Little Living Buddha' De La Pena's organizational skills are quite good, and he is also good at advancing and long-range shots, especially a precise through ball is pleasing to the eye.

But under the then Barcelona coach Cruyff, De La Pena was depressed.

The reason lies in his disastrous defensive performance and lazy defensive attitude. In the view of Cruyff, who advocates total defense and requires offensive players to go all out on both ends of the offense and defense.

De La Pena belongs to the pure eye defense without moving twice.

After Cruyff left the team, Robson, who emphasized midfield skills, took office. De la Pena immediately became the absolute main midfielder who played 31 times in the Barcelona first team in a single season. Ronaldo once praised him as de la Pena. One of the best teammates I've ever met.

But his organization and assist ability in his peak period are really good. Maybe he is not particularly brilliant just by looking at the statistics, but if he wants to pass, he can pass the assists of the gods.

Many of Ronaldo's unstoppable single-handed goals are from De La Pena's scalpel throughs.

And when Robson left Barcelona, ​​after Van Gaal succeeded, he no longer had the position of De La Pena, and more organizational tasks were handed over to Guardiola.

Since then, De La Pena has moved to Lazio and Marseille, and returned to Barcelona briefly in the middle, but he has never been reused.

It wasn't until he moved to the Spaniard that he found his place.

Mallorca's runs and presses in the midfield are quite frequent, and the distance between each other is not far.

Always harassing the Spaniard's passing lanes.

But at this time, de la Pena keenly observed Levi's flexible running diagonally forward. While dribbling the ball and trying to pass it to Sabaletta, he suddenly buckled his right foot and moved from the side in an attempt to block the pass. Jurado dunks the football in the path of the ball.

With a straight forward pass, Li Wei ran a few meters to one side and received the ball steadily.

"Beautiful through ball, flat and fast, De La Peña is the best of the best."

The two exclaimed together again.

In fact, there is no conflict. De La Pena is such an extreme player.

Li maintains a change in rhythm after the ball and keeps a distance from the opponent player who is grabbing up. He pulls the ball along the way, cooperates with Nene on the back side, and then inserts it to the left rib to face David Navarro. , Ivan Remis' defense, cross the ball and pass the ball to Diego Costa.

Diego Costa shot back to shoot Levi, but Levi just ran half a step forward with the ball, and Marty behind him had already squeezed from his side.

Li Wei tried his best to turn around and hit a kick, and was knocked to the ground by Marty while his body was flying into the air, causing the deflected soft shot to be easily confiscated by Mallorca goalkeeper Moya.

The referee blew his whistle and called Marty for a foul.

"The Spaniard's free-kick in front."

After clapping his hands, Levi gave a thumbs up to De La Pena who passed the ball to him.

Both of them are Barcelona rebels, and after Li Wei came to the Spaniard, they quickly became acquainted with each other by virtue of the common topic.

"Lee Wei takes a free kick. The free kick is not far from the top of the arc. It is a very dangerous position and you can hit the goal directly."

The Mallorca fans at the scene, looking at Levi standing in front of the free throw line, booed harshly, trying to interfere with Levi's judgment.

Sara Carbonero on the sidelines stared at Li Wei, her blue-gray eyes seemed to be trying to trace that figure into her pupils.

"Lee Wei run up and hit the goal!"

He Wei shouted loudly.

The boos on the field stopped abruptly in an instant, and Li Wei took a few steps back and began to rush forward rhythmically. When the support foot landed on the side and rear of the ball, the waist exerted force, and the front of the foot hit the lower half of the ball violently. .

After getting Ronaldinho's template, Levi's free kick skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

In training, he often practiced free kicks and scored in various tricky small nets.

"Oops! It's the center pillar!"

The speed of the football ball is not very fast. After it comes out from under Li Wei's feet, it circles a perfect arc, crosses the jumping wall, and hangs towards the dead corner at the far end of the goal.

Mallorca goalkeeper Moya was at a loss when he saw the direction the ball was coming from.

But then the goal made a crisp sound.

When it reached Moya's ears, it made him feel like the sound of heaven.

"It's too much pursuit of angles, too much."

Xu Yang said regretfully.

The Mallorca players turned around and found that the ball hit the right-angle area above the goal. They turned around and stepped forward to make a clearance. The wall of people spread out in an instant.

Central defender Enrique Corralle was about to clear the siege, and his feet had already touched the ball, but suddenly there was a shout behind him.

He subconsciously paused.

But a tall shadow in a red away jersey rushed past him like Costa from Yan.

Mallorca goalkeeper Moya stared wide-eyed at this 19-year-old young man with curly hair, bulbous nose and unshaven beard.

Swing your legs suddenly and use the facing bone of your knee to bring the ball towards the goal.

Moya quickly stretched his body to block the goal, but Costa's movement was obviously upward, and the ball just fell naturally when it touched it, which was equivalent to being squeezed downward by the momentum of his knee, and suddenly reflected downward into the net.

"The goal is scored! The goal is scored! In 31 minutes, Diego Costa scored another goal with a supplementary shot in the penalty area!"

"The Spaniard leads away by two goals!"

Costa raised his hands high in celebration, and the Spaniard players rushed over to rub his head, messing up his curly black hair even more.

"Li Wei's luck is a little bit bad today. The team scored two goals and gave him a direct relationship, but he didn't even score an assist."

He Wei looked at Li Wei on the field, and he acted like nothing happened.

"The luck has all shifted to Costa."

On the field, Mallorca's offensive routines became more and more impatient. In the previous rounds, as long as they conceded the ball first, their final outcome was not very ideal.

In the 307th minute of the game, Li Wei received a pass from Nene and cut inward along the ribs. After continuous shoulder sinking fakes, he swayed past Kleber Santana with his feet.

The dexterous figure seemed to have afterimages while shaking, and the long and flexible legs avoided the Mallorca full-back David Navarro with another buckle.

As soon as the suspended body landed on the ground, the instep of the outer foot rubbed, and Nene, who was inserted from beside him, just touched the ball.

Nene took the ball and walked to the baseline along the gap made by David Navarro. Ivan Ramis stepped forward and squeezed him out of the baseline, but the skilled Brazilian's right foot was retracted. Then reverse a buckle in the middle.

The ball just avoided the feet of Ivan Ramis and went straight to the goal along the baseline.

It was Costa who carried the defender away again and shot a burst.

"Costa scored a hat-trick! This also makes him the second goalscorer in the team."

At this point the referee blew the halftime whistle.

The Espanyol players jumped to their feet with big smiles on their faces.

Levi ran to Costa and gave him a high five.

How could you lose [-]-[-] in midfield!

[Fuck, how did this ugly boy get a hat trick! 】

[I feel sorry for Brother Li, I didn't even score a goal after working so hard for half the time]

[What do you know, there are too many goals, just collect some other statistics]

【Swipe what?No assists at all, is it the second-to-last pass? 】

(End of this chapter)