Chapter 331: Do I agree that you have reversed it?

All fans who are concerned about this game are excited. After Milan scores, the game will inevitably enter a stage of real heat, both teams will desperately.
"Cheer up, just lost the ball is just an accident, they have no ability to break our goal! Cheer up!" Henry clapped his palm hard and shouted to his teammates, this time he must be stable as the team captain The mood of the team.
The players came out of the frustration of losing the ball. Although they returned to calm, the premonition of the most terrible situation in their hearts has quietly appeared.
The game restarted quickly. Arsenal, who kicked off, obviously would not attack at this time. The ball was cut off by Milan after a few passes in the midfield.
Milan's counterattack started again.
The storm-like offense surged. Rao was Arsenal's bus in front of the goal and in front of the goal, but it still felt very difficult.
The Milan players are screaming and rushing forward as if they were playing chicken blood.
Even skinny players such as Pirlo who are physically weak against each other dare to collide with a powerful midfielder like Gilberto Silva. It is conceivable that Milan is really dead.
The horn of the assault continued to sound, and the excitement continued, and at this time, the hearts of the Arsenal players were sinking.
In the face of such a terrible attack, how long can they last?
five minutes? ten minutes? Or will it last until the end of the game?
Won't they really be reversed by Milan?
This season, the Champions League has gone smoothly, and has not even experienced any crisis moments, so that the hearts of Arsenal players have not been tempered. At this moment, they are obviously not tougher than Milan.
There are already countless fans who can’t help but look forward to the appearance of Istanbul Night. Milan completes the big reversal and advances to the final while also rectifying their names. Isn’t this very interesting!
Quaresma's expression on the field became grim, his fists clenched tightly, his heart beating violently in his chest, and everything made him look very calm.
In Milan's wolf-like offensive, Quaresma stood motionless, as if isolated from the world, so out of tune.
The smoke was permeating and the sound of the guns was loud, but Quaresma seemed to hear no sound and was completely immersed in his own world.
Milan wants to complete an epic reversal?
If it is just such a title, Quaresma will not care!
But now the target for Milan to reverse is Arsenal, his own team, how could Quaresma be indifferent!
Have you asked me?
Did i agree?
After rebirth, every memorable picture flashed in front of me, and the scenes were touching.
Along the way, he put in more effort than others, more hard work and more sweat.
He has his own goal!
He is on the way to achieve his goal!
There will be various difficult tests along the way, and passing each test will make him further from the goal.
How could he let himself fall here before touching Barcelona?
If it is really lost, then Quaresma feels like a joke, a joke that even looks down on herself!
What's more, how willing to let Milan win?
The first round was completed against Milan. At that time, the transcendental mentality made him ignore Milan.
And if the second round was completely reversed by Barcelona, ​​that loud slap on his face would make him feel painful and undesirable?
Even, there is no need to consider these things. Is there anything more important than pursuing victory on the court?
So with me in Milan, you can't win!
His eyes have become sharper unconsciously. Every cell on and off his body seems to be shaking with excitement. Quaresma is like an engine that has reached its peak speed, waiting to go away at any time.
The situation on the court has been completely detrimental to Arsenal, and it can overturn at any time in the violent wind and rain, so nervous that it can't breathe.
Suddenly, Quaresma roared and rushed towards Pirlo, with a terrifying momentum as if to swallow Pirlo alive.
Pirlo was not afraid of Quaresma's rush, but he was taken aback by his roar and hurriedly passed the ball to his teammates. Without time to dodge, Quaresma was knocked down on the ground.
The referee didn't stop the game because of the offensive favorable principle, but just gave Quaresma a warning look, but Pirlo didn't get up for a long time.
After a few passes, the ball returned to Pirlo's feet, and at this time, Quaresma was behind Pirlo, and once again extended his sinful hand.
Pirlo was pushed out, and when he fell, he looked dumbfounded, and the referee had hurriedly ran over, pulled out a yellow card and showed it in front of Quaresma.
Facing the referee, Quaresma appeared very calm, because he knew that the red card would come sooner or later, he seemed to have no control over the impulse in his body.
If the Arsenal players would miss this opportunity, they would all come around to protest the complaint.
In fact, the yellow card is not the yellow card, they don't care, they just want to delay the game as much as possible, interrupting Milan's crazy offensive rhythm.
The scene was slightly confused, but the referee quickly controlled the situation and the game was able to restart.
"Calm down, don't get yourself off!" Henry whispered in his ear, arms around Quaresma's shoulder.
Quaresma's impulse just made Henry look in his eyes, making him very worried.
Quaresma nodded, but his line of sight has never left Milan's goal. In fact, Milan's goal is far away from him at the moment, but his eyes are still persistent and sharp.
Milan's suffocating offensive continues, although Quaresma did not rampage like before, but he is still tirelessly defending ~EbookFREE.me~ he is waiting for a chance, a chance to switch from defense to attack!
Finally, he waited.
Flamini shoveled away the ball at the foot of Seedorf with an impulsive flying shovel. Although Seedorf fell to the ground for a few laps, the referee was not deceived by his performance and the game was not interrupted.
Quaresma's eyes lit up, and every cell in the body was excited.
"Give me the ball!" he raised his hand not far away and shouted at Flamini.
Flamini flirted and rushed the ball to Quaresma, and even nearly fell to the ground because he was too hasty.
Quaresma's position is between Milan's midfielder and the defender's line, ushering in the ball and turning the ball in one go, without any muddle.
The air was so tense at that moment that it seemed to have solidified, and there was a horrifying thought in everyone's mind-Quaresma's counterattack?