Vol 3 Chapter 56: Golden Boy Shines in Monaco (Scenario 6: Point of Gold)

The most familiar striker in the world is not the striker but the goalkeeper.
When Rome realized that it was not good, the exclaiming sound of familiar Monaco fans was already heard.
Sixth time! Roma angrily fished the ball out of the net, just wanting to throw it to his teammates, and then subconsciously retracted his arm, and then shot an annoyed foot into the half of Laco.
In just two minutes, Wang Ai grabbed points twice and made two threatening shots. For the first time, Rome's good luck saved him, and when Wang Ai came again, his good luck was finally consumed.
In other words, Wang Ai was his greatest misfortune. Even without Wang Ai, today is not a lucky day in Rome.
Pandiani shook his head, ran to Wang Ai with a smile, applauded, and slowly ran to his own half with this technical, intelligent teammate. Along the way, teammates with sweat, dirt, and turf rushed in order, embracing them, patted them gently, and smiled.
Passing by the hustle and bustle of the stand of Laco fans, Wang Ai stopped abruptly, and his teammates stopped in turn. Facing the applause, shouting bench and the Laco fans behind him, Wang Ai stretched out his hand, and then a large "V" appeared. In the stands.
Wang Ai frowned, shook her head, opened her palm, and showed the "V", then straightened her ring finger from her fist.
Laco fans were bewildered by Wang Ai's dissatisfaction. For a while, they were in a daze. They didn't know how to mess with the "Doctor". Then he saw that he changed his gestures. This is ...
Countless lowered arms subconsciously covered their mouths and opened their eyes. It turned out that Doctor ’s gesture was not "v", but represented two balls!
Nearly a thousand Laco fans and home team fans, as well as uncountable Chinese fans thousands of miles away, subconsciously glanced over the three straight fingers and fell on the that were still bent.
I don't know who led it, maybe everyone is the same. Everyone inside and outside the TV screen opened their mouths and shouted, using all their strength to extend three fingers toward the stadium, to the expressionless figure.
Ten thousand miles away from the boys' dormitories of Renmin University of China and Tubingen University, there was a weeping howl.
Wang Ai pursed his lips and ignored them, and ran back to halftime. The teammates around him took a moment to breathe, involuntarily took a deep breath, closed their jaws, turned their eyes firmly, and kept up with Wang Ai's pace.
Monaco coach Deschamps didn't blame his team members, and he was half-opened with a daze, as if there was a golden light in front of him, rising from the green turf of the stadium to the sky. The last time he gave this feeling was the second header hit by Zidane and France Stadium in the French World Cup final five years ago.
Whether or not you can be a leader has nothing to do with status, salary, age, technology, or eloquence. At the critical moment of the game, when teammates have nothing to do, they can rewrite the score on their own, and they will let teammates They develop subconscious dependence. And for a long time, the core of the team has forged successfully.
Whether on or off the court, there is rarely a hot side, and it appears that too much of A Coruna has finally emerged as a leader-type player.
Witnessing a deco who has no core and a deco who has changed to a deco that has a core, looks a bit embarrassed and even forgets to command the game. Deschamps, who has been in football for more than three decades, knows clearly that most teams have no real core, and the captain often serves as this core. However, the captain can not rewrite the game all the time, but more to use his actions and authority to control the players and adhere to tactics. There are role players and versatile players in the Laco team, but there is no leader. The two former captains Fran and Pablo and the prospective captain Belleron are too gentle, too low-key, too shy, so despite the gorgeous style, high technology, and unity, they are always a bit behind the top teams. Critical battles are untenable and often fall into a collective depression.
This is more rare than seeing an epic battle.
Both sides returned to the half to kick off quickly. Wang Ai even had time to look up and watch the time. The game had been running for 83 minutes, and the most right was ten minutes.
Rodriguez is no longer arguing, but getting started. He can no longer afford the Frenchman's grace. Wang Ai is slowly entangled with him, slowly under the sudden sharp offensive of his teammates who are fully invigorated. Looking for opportunities.
In the 86th minute of the game, after Monaco's counterattack was intercepted by the defender of Laco, he opened a big foot to find Beleron at the top of the penalty area. Belleron and Giuli competed for the top. Due to their strength, they failed to grab the football. Gao Ding reached the front edge of the side of the penalty area, assisted Romero and Wang Aiqiqi rushed to the ground, hitting the corresponding Plath.
Romero, who had a long leg, ran in place first, followed by the advantage of running, and jumped high from the side of Plath. At this time, Plath, who had improved the defense against being attacked, also jumped up. hit. Romero nodded the football and landed in front of him, while the thinner Pras was rotated by the hit body.
At this point, Wang Ai happened to be here and got Rodriguez first. At this time, Plath's feet, which landed on the back of the upper body, were scraped on Wang Ai's lower leg, and Wang Ai was preparing to do the action.
The referee whistled and looked down at the two men who were lying on the turf with their legs still hooked together, and bent over to untie Wang Ai's socks hanging on Plath's spikes. Plath lay and gasped in pain, and Wang Ai on the other side eased and pushed away the team doctor to stand up.
The referee shook his head and just saw it very clearly. Plath didn't deliberately, so he didn't pull the card, but the foul was a foul. He waved and ordered Plath to stand up. Direct free kick.
Wang Ai was reluctant to stand behind the football, line up at the opponent's wall, after the referee whistled, took a deep breath, strode forward, the smooth surface of the smooth shoes and the surface of the football made a loud sound, slightly Deformed football accumulates a lot of abilities, as if a pause, then rushes forward towards the goal.
The Carlos-style vigorous free kick close at hand does not give the goalkeeper any reaction time. As long as the football falls within the range of the goal, it is very likely.
Rome almost rushed out with its eyes closed. It did not touch the football in midair. After landing, it did not hear the sound of the football hitting the beam or the post. Instead, the Monaco exclaimed again.
Seventh! Rome covered her face and climbed for a long time.
On the sidelines, in Laco's bench, people leaped up, and Irueta laughed rare, turned around and hugged and coached the assistant coach, chatting, and then ... my gum ... swallowed!
Wang Ai, who ran half-time, was attracted by the scoreboard of "two minutes in stoppage time" raised by the fourth official, and then ran out four fingers towards the Laco fans. All Laco fans stood on the stands, almost uniformly and vigorously extended their arms towards Wang Ai, and extended the same four fingers. Even Rendoiro, who laughed bitterly for an hour, finally jumped up beside Prince Alberto of Monaco, waving four fingers indecently. Damn it, I was the last time Laco was defeated!
Regardless of the outcome of the game, Wang Ai, together with Basten, Inzaghi Jr. and Pursau, has become the fourth player to score four goals in a single game in the Champions League finals, and also the most in a single game ever. player of.
In the live broadcast, Wang Ai Nagen ’s thumb was still bent, pushing the final minutes of the game to a climax.