Chapter 154: damn football

When Ion Martinez threw a football into the field, he was known to be a threat, even more accurate than a corner kick with his foot.
However, as soon as they see Hu Lai who is being held up by Peralta, the thoughts in many people's hearts go out again - in such a situation, Hu Lai can't even stop the ball, so how can he score?
Almost everyone has only conventional solutions in mind.
The so-called conventional solution is that when the back is facing the goal and there is almost no angle, the football should be stopped first, and then the football should be passed to other teammates, sacrificing yourself to create space for others, and finally forming a goal.
People who think so naturally ignore that Hu Lai is an unconventional person.
But don't blame them, after all, Hu Lai's path this time is indeed too strange...
Who would have thought he would shoot in such a way?
With his back to the goal at a small angle, he hooks the football directly to the goal behind him with his left foot!
Unlike the barb that rises into the air, when Hu Lai makes this action, his right foot, which is a supporting foot, is firmly on the ground.
So when he raised his left foot, anyone would think it was a stop, how could he think of a shot?
As a result, Hu Lai was stunned to make the impossible possible under such circumstances.
He used an unconventional shot to complete a difficult goal, hitting Peralta and Buckle by surprise!
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"Wow!! Hu Lai!! Beautiful!! Beautiful!! Difficult shot! Unconventional move! Hu Lai scored a wonderful goal! After May challenged him with a goal, he also used a goal The ball responded! Beautiful! This is the Madrid derby we want to see!"
Seeing the football flying into the goal, He Feng shouted excitedly.
Ever since Meili scored, He Feng was under enormous pressure - for fear that Hu Laizhen would be beaten by Meili. . .
It stands to reason that, as a commentator in the rear, and not Hu Lai's biological father, Hu Lai was beaten by Melly, what's the matter with him? What pressure does he need to take?
But in fact, he does have pressure, and the pressure is not small.
Because he is a Chinese fan, he naturally tied himself and Hu Lai together, and the two sides shared weal and woe.
Hu Lai performed well, and he is proud and happy as a Chinese fan.
Hu Lai is not doing well, and he will naturally feel frustrated.
If Hu Lai was sprayed by others, he would also feel pain and anger because of it.
In short, although he didn't actually play the game, he could feel all the pressure and glory that Hu Lai was facing.
And he believes not only himself, but there are many others like him in this country.
Because they are all Chinese fans, they are the ones who sincerely hope that Chinese football will be good.
That's why every goal and progress made by Hu Lai can make them so excited.
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The thunder had gradually disappeared, and it seemed that it was really heading towards the Benavente training base in the north of Madrid.
But the shock in the hearts of many people who stayed at the scene remained undiminished.
Hu Lai scored an impossible goal in an impossible way in an impossible situation.
The excited Madrid Pirates fans are now pointing their middle fingers at the stands where the King of Madrid fans gathered, waving their fists and roaring loudly:
"Who said it didn't work?! We'll score you three goals! Just wait and see, king bastards! We'll send you to the guillotine!"
This time, a Kings fan broke the defense and wanted to rush to the Pirates fans, and was pushed back by the heavily armed riot police.
Then the Pirates fans laughed loudly at the broken Kings fans.
Han Shuyu and Li Qingliang were in the West Stand and naturally witnessed this scene.
Neither of them spoke.
How to say?
Li Qingliang himself is a Pirates fan, but he knows that Han Shuyu is a Kings fan, and what he says is to stimulate the Kings fans.
Out of politeness and cherishing friendship, it is best to keep silent at this time.
Han Shuyu didn't say anything, but it wasn't because she was a Kings fan that she felt pain and anger.
In fact, she turned her attention to the fans on both sides who greeted each other's ancestors for the eighteenth generation across the police, and thought of something.
She began to think about how, as a Chinese fan, she should live among such mortal enemies.
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After the celebration, Hu Lai waved to the Pirates fans in the stands, thanking them for cheering him on with roars.
To be honest, the first time he heard it at the Pirates Park, he really almost thought he had crossed back to Flanders.
But soon he realized that the roar of the Flemish Stadium was not so loud...
After the Champions League game against Leeds, the Pirates of Madrid fans also gradually began to master the right time to roar.
It has to be said that the actions of the Madrid Pirates fans gave him an instant "home" familiarity.
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In the box, Sophia stared at her husband with wide eyes, but Maxi Carey shook her head: "This is not my suggestion. This is his original ability."
"Ah..." Sophia was a little disappointed - she hoped that Hu Lai's goal could be attributed to her husband, which might comfort her husband.
Seeing his wife like this, how could Carey not know what she was thinking, so he laughed: "What are you thinking, Sophia? How can you do it so quickly? How long does it take? If you want to see his new skills in this game... it will disappoint you."
Sophia said, "But didn't you say that Hu has done it in training?"
"Training is different from competition. What you can do in training doesn't mean you can do it in competition." Carey shook his head and explained. "And this is a Madrid derby. Whether it's the rhythm of the game or the intensity of the confrontation, it's not comparable to ordinary games, let alone training."
"Then... Since he can't do it, isn't this game difficult to play?"
"It was hard to fight." Carey said calmly. "Even if we lose at home in the end...I wouldn't be surprised."
"If we lose, we will lose the first place." Sophia said worriedly.
"It's okay," her husband said. "I'll overtake them when I'm back from my injury."
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The game resumed shortly after the Madrid Pirates flocked to Hulai to return to their own half.
This time it was the turn of the Madrid Pirates who equalized the score, and the morale of the Madrid Pirates players was boosted, and they continued to launch a fierce attack on the King's goal.
The king can only shrink the defense, first withstood the pirates' offensive.
The two sides were easy on offense and defense.
Status and momentum are really hard to tell.
After the momentum picked up, everything seemed unstoppable.
Momentum is gone, as if all of a sudden it is impossible to move an inch.
"Potential" is erratic again.
Like form, everyone wants to be in good shape when they play, and they do a lot of things for that.
But no matter what you do, it's hard to keep a good state going.
Otherwise, if you can be in good shape just by doing some things right, then everyone can be in good shape all the time.
But it may be these surprises and uncertainties that give football its indescribable charm.
After Meli's goal, the King of Madrid started, and everyone was in good shape.
Who would have thought that in just over twenty minutes, their good state and momentum would all be gone?
But in the same way, no one can guarantee that the good state and momentum of the Madrid Pirates will continue forever.
Roive is very aware of this, so after the Madrid Pirates launched a fierce offensive, he immediately asked the players to shrink their defense and resist the Pirates' attack first.
The manager of the King of Madrid made the right decision.
It's just that the charm of football is sometimes reflected in such absurd places - even if you make the right decision, there is no guarantee that you will get the right result.
Although the King of Madrid has obeyed the arrangement of the head coach Roive, the whole team has contracted the defense, but they have not been able to stop the indiscriminate bombing of the Madrid Pirates.
The Madrid Pirates do not have a midfield commander like Dudu Carlos, but they have a sharp wing. It can make the attack simpler and more direct, and it can also create more attacking opportunities in a short period of time.
Silvilio was also in good form in this game. He faced the Brazilian international left-back Fonseca of the King of Madrid on the right road. He swung his right foot to make a pass, tricking Fonseca to jump up and block with his body. After that, he buckled the football to the left.
Then he took advantage of the opportunity to slam the ball into the penalty area.
He kicked the ball with his right foot again, it looked like a cross, but the ball flickered in the air to the back point and went straight to the goal!
Goalkeeper Barker originally blocked Silvio's shot at the front point. He didn't expect Silvio to send a cross, and he didn't expect this cross to fly to the far corner of the goal behind him. !
Although he took off hard, he didn't touch the football!
This scared him into a cold sweat!
Still in the air, he hurriedly looked back.
Just saw the football hit the back post!
The breath in his heart is finally coming out...
But then his pupils shrank rapidly again!
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While Silvio was fighting with Fonseca on the right flank, Hulai was also actively moving in the penalty area.
And Peralta is also following him.
He and Hulay swooped back when Silvio's ball was kicked towards the goal.
At the same time, he used his physical strength to squeeze Hu Lai—specifically, he bumped Hu Lai from behind, making him unable to keep his balance and staggering.
Meanwhile, he looked up at the football.
I found that the ball didn't seem like a cross... it was more like a direct shot!
The football goes past goalkeeper Barker's hand and falls back!
At this time, Peralta can't do anything. He can only pray to God in his heart and pray that the goal will not be scored.
God heard his prayers, and the ball, which was unsteady and erratic, plummeted and hit the post!
But God didn't quite hear his prayers - the football that hit the post just bounced right in front of Hu Lai, who had rushed to the back!
Hu Lai, who was arched by him, was still a little staggered at this time~EbookFREE.me~ could not make any other movements at all.
In fact, at such a close distance, Hu Lai couldn't do anything he wanted to do.
Not to mention that he doesn't even need to do anything...
The football came running towards him, and before Hu Lai himself could react, it hit his... knee!
Then he turned back suddenly, and flew into the close goal in the opposite direction!
Whether it is the Madrid king coach Roivey on the sidelines, or the king's central defender Peralta, at this moment, there is only one thought in his mind:
It's fucking football!
(End of this chapter)
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