Vol 2 Chapter 1038: The goddess of luck is looking after Real Madrid and has an unexpected start

"That guy again!!!"
"I want to kill him!"
Tottenham fans saw the familiar scene again, Dong Fangzhuo scored, and then Tottenham fell behind. It is not known how many times they have watched. When Dong Fangzhuo was at Manchester United, Tottenham never scored Manchester United, let alone win Manchester United. Now in Real Madrid, he once again hit the Tottenham fans with goals.
After 1 minute, Hector scored the ball, some anxious Bell took a long shot from the left foot, Casillas steadily confiscated the ball.
The half ended with Real Madrid leading Tottenham 1:0 in White Hart Lane.
"Objectively speaking, Tottenham should lead, Real Madrid should be behind, but Real Madrid's luck is obviously better than Tottenham..."
"There is no way. The better player may not be able to score a goal or win the game. I think the two teams currently look at it just because of the difference between a Chinese director and the others. If Bell wants to become a superstar, he needs to learn more from the Chinese director, such as the ability to end the game in the big scene. Bell's performance is there, but it is still a long distance away from the goal..."
Although Real Madrid took the lead, Mourinho did not look at all in the locker room. Real Madrid's performance can be described as disaster. Tottenham played too beautiful, if he is not Real Madrid coach, he will even give Tottenham a warm applause.
He knows very well that Real Madrid is currently experiencing difficulties, especially on the right. Aveloja on the right can't get the younger Bell, but Real Madrid has no one to change. As long as Aveloa is not injured, he will definitely appear On the right...
And Tottenham will certainly not surrender on this. This is White Hart Lane, their home court, and they will definitely find a way to tie the score.
All he can do is focus on the defense on the right and let others help Aveloa. As for other questions? Perhaps it is not a problem.
Just to the side of the second half, Tottenham's side made the first adjustment. Lennon, who was indifferent, was replaced. Defoe replaced him. Another fast horse, a faster horse than Lennon.
Mourinho on the field frowned straight. He was worried that the Tottenham coach played this way, and the two sides always maintained high-speed pressure, which made him very headache.
He had to account for Marcelo on the sidelines, trying not to rush up. Assist? Don't think too much about this game for now, defense is the most important thing!
Defoe VS Marcelo, Marcelo has no speed advantage, nothing.
"Difu, he may be able to fly with Bell's wings. Lennon in the first half is still too conservative, basically Bell is attacking."
"It looks like Real Madrid's back defense is more dangerous than the first half..."
"Real Madrid must be prepared to fight fierce battles! The second half will definitely be more dangerous than the first half!"
The game restarted, Real Madrid kicked off, Cristiano Ronaldo kicked the ball to Dong Fangzhuo, Dong Fangzhuo handed over to Modric, a few people quickly moved forward, of which Benzema has been inserted directly in front of the Tottenham big penalty area, moving at a speed Quick.
Modric scored in midfield and Dong Fangzhuo walked across to receive the ball.
At this time, Huddlestone and Sandro had just come up, but Dong Fangzhuo suddenly adjusted his pace.
"What is he going to do!"
Boom--
Shot!
Yes, Dong Fangzhuo suddenly kicked up from 35 meters away!
Buzz--
The ball, like an arrow off the string, suddenly flew towards the Tottenham team's goal.
"what!"
"what!"
There was exclamation in the stands.
Tottenham fans seemed to see a rainbow, a precision missile flying directly to their own goal.
It was such a beautiful deciduous arc, but with ruthlessness!
The angle is too positive, Gomez is ready!
boom! He pounced on the ball with his fist!
However, just the moment he punched, he obviously felt the ball suddenly fall!
Damn it!
He growled inside.
Pa, the ball flew under his fist...
"Gooal!"
"Goooooooal!"
"Goooooooooooal!"
"Fantastic, amazing, amazing!"
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
"I didn't think of it, I really didn't think of it! Gomez actually made a mistake. The ball was too unfairly thrown, and it was too morale."
"Tottenham is still thinking about how to make a comeback game, but Gomez came up with such a big gift."
"2:0, this time Real Madrid is really stable. With two goals in hand, they cannot lose the game. It is impossible, absolutely impossible. They have never missed it without a team."
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"God, what a stupid thing Gomez has done."
"The Brazilians are really unreliable."
"He is too amateur! Why can't such a ball be saved?"
"I can't save the ball. It's too tragic. Is this guy selling quickly? Isn't this the first time this season?"
"Is there butter in my hand? That's it."
"Ahhhhhh!"
Spurs fans hate that.
But then Reinkel gave the reason why Gomez made mistakes.
Through slow motion ~EbookFREE.me~ he clearly pointed out:
"This deciduous ball with a clear fall, Gomez is also normal to make mistakes, after all, it is the Chinese director who shot."
"This is not an ordinary shot."
"This is a world-class shot."
"It was all forced by his teammates. Seeing that his teammates were so weak, Dong tried a long shot, but he didn't expect Gomez to be so vulnerable."
Needless to say, how much the blow to the Tottenham players caused by the lost ball, Van der Vaart and Bell both raised their brows, and they felt uncomfortable.
They had the hope of equalizing the score, but now they are two goals behind, how can they still play?
The difficulty has doubled.
However, there is only one way left.
The Tottenham coach roared angrily, all new tactics were not implemented, and the result was even worse...
Dong Fangzhuo ran to the sidelines this time to celebrate with Mourinho. Mourinho's heart was full of anger and he didn't even kiss Dong Fangzhuo.
Those who won Dong Fangzhuo, won the Champions League, this sentence is indeed correct...
Two goals behind, making Tottenham players angry, Real Madrid was once again mercilessly attacked.
In the 57th minute, Van der Vaart crossed the floor on the right, and Crouch threw his head in the middle of the small penalty area under unmanned defense. The ball rubbed the beam higher and the Tottenham coach regretted on the sidelines.
Old Redknapp, the famous England coach.
His hands are shaking...
Great scene, just can't score!
After 2 minutes, Korluca headed a ferry, and Van der Vaart also blocked the goal in the penalty area.
In the 62nd minute, Van der Vaart scored straight, Defoe obliquely got rid of Marcelo's ball and vigorously volleyed, Casillas flew the ball to the bottom line...
The goddess of luck is looking after Real Madrid...
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