Green Life

"Goaaaaaal..., Mark, he got a goal for Atletico Madrid. This is completely his personal performance, goalgoal, Mark goal..." Peterson was yelling frantically.

The silent Camp Nou suddenly formed a sharp contrast with this madness. Between the electric light and flint, the situation reversed, and the sky was hanging upside down!

Mascherano lay on the ground, panting, and the moment he saw the ball go through Valdes's wicket, he was lying down on the lawn dejected.

He was given to him by Mark Qin, whom he was very familiar with, with a nearly juggling action. Hit, nothing is more depressing than this.

Ancelotti was flushed with excitement, fists and arms frantically, Guardiola with his pockets in his pockets turned around and sighed deeply, then turned around as if nothing had happened, calling out loudly from the sidelines On the team.

"Continue, continue, attack, attack!"

They had no retreat originally, but now they still have no retreat, and the situation has not gotten worse, and if you think about it carefully, there is still progress.

Before the game, they need to score 2 goals to be able to tie the score.

Now, if they score two more goals, they can eliminate Atletico Madrid.

If you think about it this way, your heart will feel more comfortable. Atletico Madrid is not so good at first, otherwise they will not lose away. It is too ideal to want to eat their desire in one breath.

"Take out our first round of momentum, I thought you were shocked for the first twenty minutes..." After celebrating, Maqin said as he walked.

"Fuck it..." Now it is the time when their blood is boiling, and they have forgotten the nervousness at the beginning, "but you are right, Captain."

"how?"

"It's cool to score goals in this kind of scene..."

"Haha..."

This rainy goal finally suppressed the crazy arrogance of the Barcelona fans.

If Atletico Madrid scores one more, they need to score three.

This endless pursuit.

No, my heart is so tired.

"Good ball, good ball", Zhan Jun exclaimed passionately, "Atletico finally played their own offense, so that's it, otherwise Barcelona will be more unscrupulous."

"President Ma is so beautiful that he is so beautiful," Zhang Lu also said, "With such a quick transfer process, I can think of using this kind of practical and unexpected action, which ordinary people can't do."

The live broadcast was still playing the replay just now. Maqin inserted diagonally into the ribs of the penalty area and received a pass from Sanchez. The average person's choice here is definitely to hit the far corner with his left foot.

Mascherano is also guarding against this.

Unexpectedly, he knocked the ball directly behind Mascherano, then turned and wiped it, and pulled the ball to avoid the horse's final struggling shovel.

The rest was just a light push to face Valdes.

Valdés can't remember how many goals were scored by Mark Qin, and when he saw him single-handedly, he was a little frustrated, but before he could react, the ball went through his wicket.

Human tragedy...

Both sides relocated and the game restarted.

There were less than ten minutes left in the first half. This goal also eliminated the last trace of tension in the hearts of Atletico players. The two sides began to interact with each other, and the excitement continued.

"Martinez, header..." Peterson yelled, and the ball slipped past the goal, "Oh...", the entire Camp Nou jumped.

"Unlucky, Atletico Madrid almost equalized with a corner kick..."

Looking back, Barcelona also made a threat. Alves made a quick breakthrough pass from the wing. Villa seized the opportunity at the back point to get rid of Godin’s header. Fortunately, De Gea was focused. Saved the bottom line.

In the end, neither side scored any more goals, and the 2:1 score was maintained until the intermission, with the home team ahead and the away team behind.

"The wonderful first half of the game is over, Barcelona led 2:1, but they were behind 2:3 in total, and they were also scored by Atletico Madrid in an away goal", Zhan Jun explained.

"Let's wait 15 minutes later, and then wait for the final two top teams in the second half, the decisive battle!"

...

Ancelotti slapped his hands in the locker room. After the Atletico Madrid players who returned to the locker room were seated, he slapped the table and said: "I'm very happy. You finally defeated yourself in the first half."

"Such an atmosphere, the Champions League semi-finals. To be honest, it is indeed the first experience for many of you. Only you have experienced it before you know what it is like."

He spread his hand and continued: "Now, you feel it, this is only the top 8, semi-finals, finals, to mature, we need to pass a lot."

"But I hope you remember how you feel today, no matter when, you have to keep your mind steady..."

Mark Qin drank a sports drink and listened to Ancelotti's speech. It was really not luck that he was the first to be the first in the world among coaches of the same age.

Take the mentality, Fatty An is definitely one of the best, you rarely see him pass some negative emotions to his players.

Hold on, hold on, don’t worry, hold on, Maqin sums it up, basically the meaning of An Fatty’s midfielder is that character determines fate, but in the coaching bench, character determines tactics.

The intermission time passed quickly, and the two teams changed sides in the second half to fight again. War, continue!

Sometimes you have to sigh for luck, the same is about ten minutes in the second half, just like the first half.

Messi's breakthrough again!

This time Martinez has no soft feet, and knocked him down in the first step of his activation, fierce.

Makqin patted him in the past, but he didn't ask him to apply for a yellow card, just to achieve his goal.

But today Messi is estimated to have a predestined relationship with the upper right corner of Atletico Madrid goal. A free kick 30 meters away, he hit a dead corner with a perfect arc and perfect speed.

"Roar..." Messi roared wildly and even took off his shirt. As soon as he threw it out, he seemed to remember something. He immediately picked up his clothes and ran into the goal, hugging the ball.

"Messi, it's Messi again, Barcelona equalized the total score!" Zhan Jun shouted, "His shooting outside the penalty area today is very smooth, De Gea has no response."

The Camp Nou rekindled hope. They created terrifying stadium noise and crazy shouts.

Guardiol tightened his lips, and kept pumping his fists to cheer himself up. There is hope, there must be hope!

Ancelotti chewed the gum calmly, his face remained the same. The team played much better in the second half than in the first half. This goal was not the team's mistake, and no one could do anything about it.

The whole game was about to melt, Messi took a yellow card and then ran back to the half-court with no distraction, putting the ball in the middle circle with high morale.

Aguero drove the ball again, and Atletico still controlled the ball steadily under the leadership of Maqin. In the second half, they took the style of stability to the extreme.

Barcelona is still in a frenzied rush, Ancelotti raised his wrist to look at his watch, he wants to see how long Barcelona can hold on.

"Mr. Ma, pass it diagonally, hand it to Sanchez, Sanchez, no chance, hand it to Felipe behind"

Mata and Makqin immediately met in the midfield, and Gaby went up again. Martinez was behind to protect. Atletico Madrid's overall formation remained quite well, so that everyone could catch the ball at any time.

"Mr. Ma, pass through, Gabi, good shot, smash and change direction, alas, I was broken by Butzketz," Zhan Jun explained.

"Counter-attack, Barcelona immediately launched a counter-attack, Harvey, pass through the top...", he shouted.

Villa leaped out of the crowd and ran forward quickly. At a critical moment, Godin may be blessed to the soul, with a kick that resembled a half-barb action, hit the ball, and Silva retreated and took control.

Villa looked up to the sky and sighed depressed.

Ancelotti breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his watch again. After more than seventy minutes, Guardiola hasn't changed players yet. Could it be that these players on the court played the game to the end?

In fact, Guardiola is also carefully observing that he is the strongest group of people on the court, unless he shows obvious physical weakness, otherwise he will not change.

While they were thinking, Maqin organized a rather threatening attack!

After advancing to the 40-meter area, he made a triangle match with Sanchez and Aguero, and then Sanchez and Aguero Zizi cut inward. Mark's diligent heart brightened and he slashed straight to the left of the penalty area.

Behind Alves!

"Felipe, come in later, beautiful, chance for Atletico!" Zhan Jun suddenly shouted.

Taking a look at the penalty area, Felipe didn't hesitate and made a cross! Go straight away!

After passing the small restricted area twice, Atletico did not grab a point. This time he took the initiative to make a change and passed the latter point.

Barcelona shrank very far, so when Juan Fran plugged in at the far end, there was no one around him.

"Juan Fran...", with this shout, he kicked the ball back to the top of the penalty area!

In an instant, Barcelona's defense rushed out, but no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than that foot.

Maqin greeted the ball brought by Juan Fran and directly swept his left foot. Just when Butzkotz and Harvey were all leaping over, the outside of the instep was lightly raised again!

The ball lightly swept over the head of the leaping Butzkotz, and went straight to the small corner of the penalty area on the left.

Just now, Sanchez, who cut inside, ran a reverse against Barcelona's entire defense. At this moment, he was the only one at the corner of the small penalty area.

Then, facing Valdés' panic save, he didn't wait for the ball to land, he turned sideways and volleyed!

It was too close, a white light shot directly into the goal from the near post, nothing could stop it!

The linesman waved the flag down! The referee points to the center circle, the goal is valid! Atletico once again kicked Barcelona into the abyss!

In the last ten minutes, they still need to score two goals!

Two more balls!

Always two balls!

Why are there always two balls!

It's like an untouchable moat, like an unclimbable mountain, like an unbearable life!

Give you hope again and again, and then kick it again!

So miserable, so sad!

"Boom", the whole city of southwestern Madrid was boiling, hundreds of thousands of arms raised, roared, and waved!

"Goaaaaaaal..., Sanchez, goal..., this goal may kill the game!" Peterson shouted.

"The ball has been scored again... This time it is Sanchez. Atletico Madrid, who can't be beaten to death, Barcelona's hopes are getting thinner..."

"Haha", Sanchez laughed and backed away while pointing at Maqin, which meant that he would come and celebrate together.

Without him calling, all the Atletico team members ran to the sideline frantically, then threw Sanchez to the ground, and then crazily stacked Arhats to celebrate.

Guardiola stuck in his pocket, sat down on the chair slumped, and then held his head in his hands, speechless, to be honest, he was a little tired.

The Camp Nou is extremely silent!

The Barcelona players were akimbo, a bit at a loss. Atletico did not guard them today, but they were also not guarded!

This time they won ~www.readwn.com~ but the total score, they lost!

They don't have the confidence to score two goals in ten minutes!

Ancelotti first got a little cool, and then immediately took the initiative to substitute, Falcao, Raul Garcia replaced Aguero and Mata.

Defending and attacking!

"Haha", Peterson laughed, "Mark once again conquered the Nou Camp in the Champions League. This is the place that made him a champion. From here, he entered his first Champions League final!"

"This time, can he lead Atletico to the finals again! We will wait and see..."

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