Chapter 899: torpedo

With a bang, boos blew from the stands.
　　
　　 "Poor foul, Mascherano..."
　　
　　Zhang Lu's words were over before he was overwhelmed by the roar of the Spanish commentator next door.
　　
　　 "The mean Best is falling again!"
　　
　　 Mascherano may be the best defensive midfielder in the world today, although he has always been a defender in Barcelona.
　　
But Mascherano is actually not very good. He is short, a little thin, and has an ordinary confrontation ability. The reason why he can become the best defensive midfielder is because of his excellent selection and defense. The ability to fill places is also due to his fierceness.
　　
　　 was played by Sun Wu in Marseille, Mascherano did not lose his calm, but he wanted to teach each other a lesson.
　　
　　 Therefore, when Sun Wu was kicked from behind after he kicked the ball, but immediately jumped up, Mascherano's eyes were all round, especially Laozi's weight is not light!
　　
　　When Sun Wu stared at Mascherano, who was slowly moving backwards, and extended his fingers to speed up the pace, Mascherano did not show weakness, and his footsteps greeted him.
　　
　　Sun Wu is aware of it, but Mascherano ignored it, the referee did not whistle, and Pony knew how hard he had just knocked down his opponent.
　　
　　 At the next moment, noisy noises sounded in his ears, and Mascherano glanced at the corner of his eyes to see Busquets and Iniesta all speeding back.
　　
　　 Pony made the most correct choice. Instead of trying to speed up the retreat, he accelerated his pace and reached out to pull Sun Wu's jersey.
　　
　　 It is a pity that Sun Wu, who has a "God's perspective", had been wary of it. After making a fake move to the left, he suddenly swept down from the right side.
　　
　　 Then start to accelerate!
　　
　　 The stands are boiling, Zhang Lu and Zhan Jun are screaming in excitement, and the Spanish commentator next door is finally silent.
　　
the reason is simple.
　　
Before being kicked by Mascherano, Sun Wu, who was facing the attack direction, rubbed the ball hard with his foot, the violently rotating ball flew up, and hurriedly accelerated after landing... towards the goal of Barcelona Went out.
　　
　　The ball just slipped away from Busquets, he was still waiting for the referee's whistle.
　　
　　 The first reaction came from Mane, who was just in front of him. He happened to take the ball and walked away.
　　
　　 "Favourable attack!" Zhan Jun roared with a loud voice, "Mane... Mane, Pick followed, cut off..."
　　
　　 "No whistling... Oh, Griezmann takes the ball!"
　　
　　Pike's condition is very good today. He reacted and stuck his position for the first time, and then accelerated his pace to catch up with Mane.
　　
　　 But the follow-up Griezmann walked the ball away. Instead of going inside, he directly pushed the ball forward to break through Busquets.
　　
　　The two figures ran in the middle, the white figure in front desperately moved forward, and the backward red and black figure from time to time tried to reach out and pull the jersey of the person in front.
　　
　　Mascherano scolded in his heart, scolding the other person for being too shameless, and scolding himself for being too stupid...
　　
　　 And Sun Wu gritted his teeth and blessed his teeth, and blessed God from letting the guy in the back grab his clothes...
　　
　　 Hurry up!
　　
　　 Hurry up!
　　
　　 Griezmann couldn't get rid of Busquets. The last acceleration was simply sent out of the cross, and the ball flew over the head of Alves, which was collected from the previous point.
　　
　　 At this time, Sun Wu's foot had just stepped on the line of the big penalty area, he was biting his teeth and staring at the ball.
　　
　　Thomas Muller sprinted back, and Alba followed closely.
　　
　　Peak had already received inside the penalty area, he was relieved to see the flight path of the ball, Thomas Mueller had no chance.
　　
　　 But the next moment, afterglow in Pique's eyes saw a sudden appearance of a white figure.
　　
　　 He pedaled on the ground, his hands made wings, and flew past Pique like a glider!
　　
　　 He leaped forward, desperately disregarding himself, pointing straight at the goal like a torpedo!
　　
"boom!"
　　
　　Half of the Berlin Olympic Stadium was boiling, the dark red Manchester United fan square, and that small piece of the brightest red square, the flag was flying and the shouts shook the sky.
　　
　　 "Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!"
　　
　　 "In the 38th minute, Best scored the score for Manchester United, 1-1. Although Manchester United does not lack opportunities, this goal is still surprising!"
　　
"A beautiful dive rushed to the top and it was a rare header shot by Best. Stumbled Mascherano was not able to keep his balance and fell on Best... Ooh, something went wrong. !"
　　
　　 Sun Wu, who completed the diving jump, opened his eyes wide, his ears were raised high, and he could not care about Mascherano lying on his back.
　　
　　Until I saw the ball enter the net from Terstegen's armpit, until I heard the effective whistle of the goal from the referee, Sun Wu jumped up and took Mascherano up and dropped it.
　　
　　 This time, Sun Wu was really not intentional. When he forcibly got up, Mascherano was lying on his back, shaking hard... The little brother fell off with a snap.
　　
　　 This time, Alves and Alba on the side stopped, and Sun Wu, who was about to run out to celebrate, blocked... Mane and Herrera, who ran to celebrate together, also did not dry, pushing the other side away.
　　
　　The commentator Zhang Lu is still commenting on the goal just now, "This goal has been scored, it's so beautiful. Manchester United's fast break made Barcelona's defense line too busy to catch, they simply couldn't keep up!"
　　
　　 Playback Repeatedly replaying Sun Wu from a variety of angles, leaning over and diving to the top, Sun Wu sent the ball into the goal in the least adept way.
　　
　　Sun Wu flying in the air in slow motion naturally opened his hands, elegant posture, firm eyes, this picture is just like the work from the studio.
　　
　　 Zhang Lu is still touting loudly, "The key, the most important thing is the clever rubbing of the ball before Sun Wu, which is beyond everyone's expectations..."
　　
　　 Suddenly, in the live broadcast room next door, a burst of Spanish like a storm made Zhang Lu stagnant.
　　
　　Zhan Jun coughed twice, his elbow hit the partner’s arm, and reminded with his eyes...
　　
　　Through the transparent glass boat, Zhang Lu grinned and looked at the chaotic scene in Barcelona's restricted area.
　　
　　Alves finally broke through the obstruction to find Sun Wu in trouble, but Suarez stopped the Brazilian guard.
　　
　　 "Don't be fooled!" Suarez shouted exhaustedly, "Don't touch him, be careful he falls down!"
　　
　　Rakitic also ran to "protect" Sun Wu, "Guys, hand over to the referee... Don't touch him, don't touch him!"
　　
　　Sun Wu’s former teammates and his friends who had exchanged various tips on throwing skills with him, all have a consistent evaluation of him...maybe this is the most cunning person in football.
　　
　　Sun Wu twitched his mouth and shouted at Herrera and Phil Jones, who came to him, "Don't stop, let them come to me!"
　　
　　 Okay, so-called, the shadow of a person's famous tree.
　　
　　 As soon as this sentence came out, Alves and Alba both became quiet, and then turned to the referee.
　　
　　The Mortson and Mourinho laughed forward and backward, but the former smiled purely, and the latter smiled with a bitter bitterness... The magic bird had too many similar losses under Sun Wu.
　　
　　 "Phil Jones was already fouled, this offense simply does not exist!"
　　
　　 This is unreasonable, so it was all a few minutes ago.
　　
　　 "Sir, this is a football stadium, not a arena~EbookFREE.me~ Do you want us to fight?"
　　
　　Alves is threatening the head referee. In fact, he had done this kind of thing. He picked up his fist and tried to punch the sideman.
　　
　　 The head referee was really big, hesitating to communicate with the fourth official again and again in the intercom, and then... without any penalty, he decided that the goal was valid and urged Barcelona to go to the center to kick off.
　　
　　 Mourinho snorted disdainfully, "This Turkish referee made a wrong decision. Next, he may not be able to control the situation."
　　
　　Mottson agreed with this view.
　　
　　 The Manchester United side will be very dissatisfied because although there was no whistling to suspend the game before, Mascherano's serious foul on Sun Wu should be punished with a yellow card.
　　
　　 And the Barcelona side will also be very dissatisfied, the leading advantage is gone, Sun Wu throwing Mascherano on the ground for such a serious foul, did not get any punishment.
　　
　　 The competition is more intense, more beautiful, and more popular.