Chapter 819: The creek turns into a stream

From breaking Alva's ball to Gao Zheng's shot, it can really be said to be a flash of light. Griezmann did not bring the ball to the bottom, but caught up with the football, took only one step, and turned to observe the situation in the penalty area.
Seeing Gao Zheng suddenly stopped, he realized what Gao Zheng was going to do and immediately passed the football.
Then football went in.
The whole process does not exceed five seconds.
Because Alva lost the ball suddenly, many Barcelona players have not reacted at this time.
There are only three people in the penalty area, Pike, goalkeeper Ter Stegen and Alves, and only the first two are in front of Gao Zheng.
Alves is behind, what about Busquets? It's still outside the free throw arc...I didn't even enter the penalty area.
At five seconds, Atlético Madrid ended the fight without giving other Barcelona players a chance to return to the penalty area.
"Atletico Madrid's blitz!" Jose Maria shouted happily, "Gome scored twice! He helped Atletico Madrid chase the total score to 2:3! We are only one goal away! Hope to return again! Before our eyes!"
Calderon Stadium burst into the sky like cheers like a volcanic eruption.
Every Atlético Madrid fan jumped from his seat, shouted his arms, and then hugged with the people around him. No matter whether they met before, they had only one identity at this moment-Atlético de Madrid fans, this identity is enough for them to abandon All the differences are embraced and cheered without warning or obstacles.
Herrera and her companions roared loudly in the South Stand at this time, it didn't matter if their voices were hoarse.
Only one ball is too clear in their minds what this means!
The gap between the three is like a rift, but the gap between a ball and a stream is no different!
Since we can even surpass the sky, what is that stream?
Rush, competitive!
Fuck the of Barcelona! !
They thought of the Barcelona players waving their fists and raising their middle fingers, venting their emotions.
Every Atletico Madrid fan present with this kind of emotional disruptor, no matter how polite the usual person, is at this moment just a swearing rough-handed and shrew.
Gao Zheng, who ignited their emotions, did not celebrate after scoring a goal, and he then volleyed into the goal directly.
Ter Stegen remembered his accusation. He turned over and took the football in his arms, but before he could hold it firmly, Gao Zheng killed him. He grabbed the football with his hands, and then twisted the whole body. Ter Stegen fell to the ground, and the football in his arms naturally fell. He was picked up by Gao Zheng and held in his arms. He turned and ran to the middle circle.
"Ha! Gao Zheng rarely has such excitement, it can be seen that he is doing well now, but he doesn't want to delay even a second!"
Gao Zheng, who ran back holding the football, was not entirely without celebration this time. He held the football in one hand and lifted up vigorously with the other hand to greet the Atletico Madrid fans in the surrounding stands and encourage them.
Sure enough, with his encouragement, the cheers in the stands grew louder.
As if a storm was gathering over the Calderon stadium, dark clouds rolled, thunder bursts, and the light of lightning continued to appear in the clouds. The lightnings were like a fierce dragon, tumbling, trying to get out of the dark clouds Rushed out to the earth.
This huge roar shocked the Barcelona fans who were on the team.
They stayed in their seats, not knowing how to respond to the momentum created by Atletico Madrid fans.
Before the game, many of them were very optimistic and planned to come to witness the scene of Barcelona's elimination of Atletico Madrid. They had already figured out how to humiliate Atletico Madrid fans at that time.
As a result, none of the methods they prepared seemed to work...
Rather than humiliating Atletico Madrid, they should consider whether Barcelona can really pass Atletico Madrid...
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"Sister Feng, look! The lantern is working!!!" Xiao Yingying shook Feng Shiyao hard.
"Walk and go, work and work..." Feng Shiyao was helpless. Obviously Gao Zheng scored the ball, how could it be the credit of the beacon?
"Hahaha! This is really promising, only one goal difference! The second half of the game has just started nine minutes! With nearly 40 minutes remaining, it is not difficult to score another goal, and it is not difficult to score two goals. No way!" Xiao Yingying started to play her wishful thinking.
She does not want to play overtime because it can be seen that Atletico Madrid's tactics are very physical. If you really play overtime, she is worried that the Atletico Madrid players will not be able to support their physical fitness, and finally a big crash.
Just like the Champions League final in the 2013-2014 season, Atletico Madrid led the game with a goal and kept it until the 93rd minute of the match. Real Madrid equalized. After entering overtime, Atletico Madrid's physical fitness collapsed, Real Madrid scored three goals and eventually lost to Real Madrid 1:4.
Just looking at this score makes people think that Atletico Madrid is vulnerable, Real Madrid won easily.
How could it be possible to imagine how disturbed Real Madrid have forced Real Madrid?
Therefore, in order to prevent long nights and dreams, we must solve the battle within 90 minutes.
Feng Shiyao knew this very well. She changed her posture, supported her chin by hand, and stared at the close-up shot of Gao Zheng on the TV screen.
She still didn't believe in the lantern, she still believed in Gao Zheng.
She believes that Gao Zheng will not allow this game to enter overtime.
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Enrique's expression is very serious, no...or more ugly, more accurate.
He also praised the players' performance in the first half during the halftime break.
But now he just wants to take back all his admiration in the locker room!
To be honest, the performance of Barcelona in the first half is indeed quite good. Although it was a good shot early in the opening, it was not defeated by the fight, but it was quickly adjusted to take the opportunity, and then threatened Atletico Madrid many times. goal.
This performance of course made Enrique very happy and felt his team withstood the test.
But I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that I missed a goal within ten minutes of the first half of the first half, and then lost another goal within ten minutes of the second half...
This slow heat!
Can a fifteen-minute halftime cool down his players, both physically and mentally?
He roared on the sidelines, pointed at his temple, and gestured to remind every Barcelona player who cast his gaze, stay awake, and don't like a nap after a nap during the intermission!
Guys, we are only one goal ahead, we can't concede any more goals!
Even if you drop another ball, you can still drag the game into overtime. But Enrique knew that it would not be a problem of overtime or overtime, and it might be a total collapse by then!
For the first time, he hoped that football could be like basketball, and there was a timeout to call, so that he could grab the ears of each player and give them a good blow.
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