Green Life

Vol 4 Chapter 5: Look at me, season 1 (final)

This is not a world on paper where you know the future and names of people and do whatever you want, such as Torres. [No pop-up novel network]

The arrival of Makqin has completely changed his development trajectory. Everyone knows why he left. It is understandable because of the salary contract. Even Makqin himself, if it were not from the Liverpool youth training, would have long been unable to keep it.

A top professional player often has a lot of involuntary decisions. The agents, sponsors, and even family members behind him are all factors considered.

99% of the players in the world can't refuse a maximum salary contract, not to mention the expensive signing fees.

To score an equalizer in such an important game, even if he didn't do anything for 90 minutes, it was worth it. Maqin was happy for him. After all, he was a teammate who had a good relationship and worked together for three years.

But I found those people, Lallana, Kanter, Sun Xingmin, Zhang Linpeng, can they still be played like in the previous life?

It suddenly occurred to him that everything seems to have become unknown. Those who have studied physics know that the effects of force are mutual. You change their development trajectory, and you get different results.

Forget it, what do you want to do so much, anyway, the talent is there, this is certain, as for the future, it depends on their personal luck.

"Guardiola is really fate," Valdano grumbled uncomfortably, "I saw that he died and he came back to life."

"I hope Inter Milan can make it through," Galeries Lafayette said, "Otherwise we will be in trouble in the summer."

Off the court, the referee had already blew the whistle for the end of the game, and the game inevitably entered overtime.

In half an hour, Barcelona dominates, and Inter Milan will face a nightmarish period.

The coaching staff and team doctors are nervous to give the players lying on the sidelines a recovery massage, Guardiola and Mourinho seized the time to arrange tactics.

"Mourinho is expected to change his midfielder, Torres scored, I don't know if Guardiola will change Bojan", Inter Milan will definitely defend, Guardiola may use a small lineup, Maqin side Watching TV and guessing about possible changes.

"Inter Milan can only fight penalty kicks, the form is very unfavorable for them," Zidane also nodded and said.

If you don't come here, you can't really appreciate the influence of football on the political level of England and Spain.

Mark Qin obviously felt the breathing in the whole room began to heavier, which was nervous.

Sure enough, Mourinho replaced Sneijder with Montari at the beginning of overtime! It was Sneijder! That's it, Mourinho still has to ensure that the two forwards are on the court!

Eto'o originally played right midfielder, Mark Qin originally thought Mourinho would replace Milito!

Zidane and Maqin looked at each other, both surprised by Mourinho's magical substitution.

The most unexpected thing is that Inter Milan's first attack in overtime, and their attack lasted at least a minute!

Barcelona's stamina dropped a bit, although Inter Milan was not much better. In the second half, Milito and Eto'o continued to make corner kicks on the side with the advantage of the first kick-off.

Montari swept back and forth to ensure that the corner kick cleared by Barcelona would not be counterattacked, Morata returned to the midfielder position for scheduling, and Cambigaso made fills everywhere.

"Milito, shooting..., hitting Pique's leg to hit the bottom line. This is their fourth consecutive corner kick. The ten-man Inter Milan is like a rainbow!"

"Bang", Lucio, who charged for the top, grabbed Booth's corner this time, "Oh...", as a white light hit the top of the crossbar and the bottom line popped up, the stands exclaimed.

Mourinho first showed great regret, then quickly clapped his hands to encourage, and then let the players quickly return to their positions, all their offensive strength was used up.

And this is what Mourinho thought early in the morning. It’s too dangerous to use offense instead of defense. 30 minutes is too dangerous. He doesn’t dare to let the team defend completely without one person. No matter whether he can score or not, he can consume a lot of attack. Time, let the defender take a breather.

"Huh", Maqin also sighed nervously, now the atmosphere in the entire stadium has begun to thicken.

He looked up at the time, and was so disturbed by Inter that eleven minutes had passed.

If the elder Robson is still alive, he will definitely be proud of Mourinho as a disciple. Robson is an on-site coach and never pursues a fixed system. He left Barcelona because it was Cruyff's football. The road is incompatible with him.

Now Mourinho has completely inherited his mantle, using all the factors in the game, tactics, psychology, morale, referees, spectators, and even the turf to the extreme.

Guardiola's pursuit of a perfect football concept has encountered his life's greatest enemy of realism.

From the perspective of Guamu, it represents the collision between two extreme football styles and concepts, which is so eye-catching.

When Barcelona was about to attack, the sideline raised the substitution card again, Materazzi replaced Milito and Eto'o topped the front.

Milito exhausted his slowest speed and moved out of the field bit by bit. Guardiola and Pique angrily protested to the referee, which was obviously delaying time.

The referee ran and gave Milito a yellow card, but this did not change Milito's speed.

So when Materazzi ran on and Barcelona started attacking, there were less than two minutes left in the first half of overtime.

Guardiola hurriedly waved to Bojan to warm up, he was going to prepare for the second half overtime.

"It's just to see if Inter can hold the last fifteen minutes. Huh, it's really exciting." At the end of the first half of overtime, Mark Qin leaned on the sofa and took a sip of juice. I was so nervous that my throat was thirsty.

The other people in the box were not getting better, and they all picked up their wine glasses and drank freely.

"By guarding the extra time in the last half, Inter Milan will have the right to fight for luck with Barcelona," Zidane said.

"Being sent off, he is already proud to be able to beat Barcelona."

But this was not enough for Mourinho. The two sides exchanged venues without a break and continued the second half of the game.

At this time, Guardiola replaced Pedro, who also had no performance with Bojan. Torres was the only high point in the frontcourt of Barcelona. Although he didn't move much, Guardiola insisted on not replacing him. .

At this time, Mourinho did not stop during the extra time of the first half. He kept yelling on the sidelines, questioning the referee for a while, and yelling for flop again!

Now his expression language can even be combined for a drama performance class.

"Messi, waded Zanetti, Montari, Messi wiped the past, rubbing the far corner..."

Cesar had been prepared for a while, and a precise side flutter made the shot that wasn't too tricky and flew to the bottom line.

Then he got up as if he had won the championship, clenched his fists and roared wildly, like a fierce monster, waiting to be selected and eaten!

Three tall defenders blocked the small restricted area, Torres is like meat in dumplings.

"Bojan took the ball, cooperated with Iniesta, and broke into the penalty area..." Inter Milan's defenders all raised their hands to signal, Bojan shot with his left foot, and Zanetti retrieved the ball that was about to cross the goal line of the far post. Fly with one kick!

"It was handball just now, and Bojan stopped Iniesta's pass with his arm." The TV played slow motion.

The referee blew his whistle and signaled Inter Milan's free kick. The Inter Milan players immediately seized the opportunity to pressure the referee and ask for a yellow card.

Because Bo Yang still completed the shot after the whistle, he actually just wanted to take the opportunity to delay.

Both Guardiola and Mourinho now feel a little bit like ants on a hot pot, time ticking forward without regrets, and will not stay for anyone.

Inter Milan's big kick was easily stopped by Butzkotz, because Inter Milan had no one in the frontcourt. Harvey received the ball and passed through the arc, trying to find Torres behind.

Passed by Lucio, but could not pass Maicon, who was able to make up for, watching the ball flying out of the sideline, Mourinho raised his hand and showed three fingers, and everyone looked up at the big screen.

"It's going to kick a penalty." Mark Qin feels this way. Barcelona is now a little less confident in breaking Inter Milan's gate, which can be seen from their momentum.

Without Puyol, except for Pique, who is two, this team really lacks a spiritual leader.

Arsenal, Barcelona, ​​the consequences of too much pursuit of technical players seem to be the same.

"Toot, toot... Toot...", as the last three minutes of tension passed in a flash, as Makqin expected, there was a penalty kick.

"My God, Mourinho shook his fingers at Guardiola and Barcelona players again. He said that even if we are one less person, you can't beat us?"

Of course Makqin doesn't understand Spanish, but he understands the meaning of Mourinho's actions, so his reaction is so fast!

Now it is beginning to put pressure on the Barcelona players who took the penalty kick. There is another skirmish. All the players are lying on the ground. This is really a final that drained all their energy!

Mark Qin got up and walked to the window, looking at the majestic stadium below, and the players that could be seen vaguely.

He doesn't care who wins and who loses, but this result will involve the fate of too many people, he wants to see this real scene.

Zanetti and Harvey walked to the referee and began to pick sides and decide the order of the penalty.

Hundreds of millions of spectators around the world have just been freed from the tension of overtime and are about to face a more cruel penalty shootout!

As the British commentators Liptson and McManaman said, you put all your efforts into it, and the rest is given to God.

The players of the two teams are on their sides in the center circle, shoulders on their shoulders, waiting for this cruel fate to be pronounced.

A player dressed in blue and white came out and Inter Milan took the penalty first. Eto'o should be the head type.

This is his second final, Mourinho put him in the first place, Valdes judged the wrong direction and scored!

There was a voice of cheers and congratulations in the house. Although Eto'o hated Real Madrid and Bernabéu, the people of Real Madrid loved him at the moment.

Maqin, who came out of Barcelona, ​​couldn't see clearly. They were all small men, not Xavi, but Iniesta, who also scored.

The atmosphere was back to the beginning, and everyone was worried again from the beginning, but everything could not be suspended.

Mota, the goal! Iniesta, also scored!

Maicon, the goal! Messi, the ball is still in!

Mark Qin didn't see everyone clearly, but he saw one before he threw it out. Both sides must have practiced penalty kicks before the game!

Many people's hearts mentioned it in their throats, Maqin put his hands in his pockets, his heart was quick, and the answer was soon!

Zanetti, bang, as if using a full-body volley, Maqin stood so high, he could feel the vibration of the net, and the ball went in again! This time Valdes jumped in the right direction, but not fast enough!

Alves, deceived Cesar, a reverse angle, a 4:4 tie! Guamu was less than three meters apart ~www.readwn.com~ and they all stuck in and stared at Lucio who came out.

The strategies of the two are similar. Both put the safest free thrower to the front. At this time, losing one penalty will have a great psychological impact on those behind.

Lucio carefully placed the ball, raised his hand to look at Valdes, the referee whistle, and without hesitation, he directly volleyed with a kick.

The ball hit the blind spot, "Boom", Maqin could feel the vibration below and the excitement of the Inter Milan team!

A familiar figure came out of Barcelona's queue. It was Torres, and Maqin recognized it at a glance.

He saw the blonde Torres carefully put the ball on the penalty spot, and then went for a run-up. After receiving him, he saw the audience boiling. After Cesar fell to the ground, he immediately jumped high, the Inter players and Mourinho Run like crazy.

"Boom", at this moment Bernabeu really can only be described as bursting, Maqin turned his head and said to the same cheering people: "Congratulations."

Off the court, a proud man, single-finger sky, flying around the field, a bald head, silent...

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