Chapter 869 GOAT! (Five More Chapters, Please Subscribe!)

Chapter 869 G.O.A.T! (Five more chapters, please subscribe!)

The second half of the game has begun.

Real Madrid is lagging behind, so they need to increase their counterattack strength.

As for Barcelona, ​​they became cautious at the beginning of the second half.

The ball is still under Barcelona's control.

"Barcelona is going to waste time?"

"Attack! You cowards!"

"If you have the ability, continue to attack, and see if our counterattack will not penetrate you!"

The fans of Real Madrid are still shouting and clamoring.

Since the treble, their confidence has also risen.

Even if they are behind, so what.

They believe that these players can turn the situation around.

Ten minutes have passed, and Barcelona is still sitting still.

But ten minutes later, Barcelona suddenly started to exert its strength.

Still continuing the routine of focusing on Messi's wing, they began to attack.

But Real Madrid's response is more three-dimensional than in the first half.

No longer as panicked as before, each standing in their own position.

When Messi received the ball, Khedira rushed over.

"Srna!"

Khedira held Messi's turning position and called Srna at the same time.

Srna also rushed over immediately.

At this moment, Messi suddenly picked up the ball and tried to get through the gap between the two.

Messi picked up the ball, and he was pulled hard by Khedira at the moment of starting.

Although it was a moment, Messi's body also paused and failed to start smoothly.

"Damn it!"

Messi cursed in his heart.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ramos immediately rushed to the landing point of the ball and stuffed the ball to Alonso.

Alonso took the ball with his back to the goal, and faced with Barcelona's same high-position pressing, he passed it straight back.

Barcelona began to put pressure on Real Madrid's defense.

Ramos passed the ball to Khedira along the gap.

Messi just turned his head, and Khedira passed it back to Srna again.

After Srna received the ball, he passed it straight to Bale along the side.

Bale passed the ball back fiercely, then turned around and started running.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kaka rushed over and slammed his foot between Puyol and Abidal.

Real Madrid's counterattack was launched!

"Bale!! Charge up!!!"

Swish, swish, swish!!

Bale rushed very hard.

He was full of energy in the first half, and he completely vented it, constantly exerting force and accelerating.

Abidal gritted his teeth and chased back.

But... he couldn't catch up at all!

Bale caught up with the ball and passed it directly with his right foot.

Although he is a left-footed player, he can also pass the ball with his right foot appropriately, but the accuracy is not so high.

In the crowd, Benzema headed the ball towards the goal.

Bang!

The ball hit the shoulders of Benzema and Pique and flew out of the baseline.

The referee ran over and awarded a goal kick.

"The ball finally hit Benzema and flew out of the baseline. Barcelona resolved the crisis, but Real Madrid also began to exert its strength!"

"Can Real Madrid turn the situation around in the next period of time?"

Guardiola looked at the court with a frown.

Something feels wrong!

They did restrict Kaka.

But Real Madrid still completed the ball smoothly.

Where is the problem?

Guardiola's eyes kept scanning, and finally he saw Srna who frequently passed the ball.

At this moment, a term appeared in his mind.

Organizing defender!

No!

To be precise, it is an organizing full-back!

Guardiola grinned; "It's a bit bad!"

But with a two-goal lead, they still have a big advantage.

Bang!

Barcelona lost the ball again, this time it was Iniesta who dribbled too much.

And the ball rolled directly to Srna's feet.

Srna passed it diagonally to Alonso.

Alonso knocked the ball to the side, and Srna followed quickly. The two of them played a two-on-one wall pass and passed Messi. At the same time, Srna passed the ball along the side again.

This time, Bale did not stop the ball, but stopped and let the ball pass him.

When he and Abidal were both stationary, Bale started to attack again.

Damn it!

Again?

Abidal turned around and ran.

But he couldn't catch up at all.

Bale ran diagonally towards the penalty area.

At this time, Benzema and Suker had already pressed the back line to the penalty spot.

At this time, Bale passed the ball to the middle.

"Kaka!!!——"

Gonzalez shouted suddenly.

Kaka received the ball, stepped again, and rushed directly into the penalty area.

"Oh no!"

Puyol was shocked, and he immediately rushed to Kaka.

And Kaka passed the ball directly to Benzema.

Benzema leaned back suddenly, held Pique, and passed the ball to the gap on the side.

Bale rushed all the way to the ball, adjusted his feet slightly, and made a light push.

Swish!

The ball went into the goal along the near corner.

68 minutes, Real Madrid 1:2 Barcelona.

Real Madrid scored a goal!

"Goal!!! Gareth Bale!"

"In his first game for Real Madrid, he scored a goal. Of course, Real Madrid's overall performance was more outstanding!"

"Real Madrid opened up a gap with their attack on the right wing and scored!"

Real Madrid players started celebrating.

The Barcelona players frowned and had a bad feeling.

Guardiola pursed his lips.

His eyes kept looking at Suk.

Now he is confused whether to continue to restrict Suker or to shift the defense towards the right wing.

Just when he had this idea, the game started again, but something changed soon.

Suk approaches the center normally.

He ran like this more to attract attention.

But at this moment, Pique suddenly rushed towards Su Ke like a convulsion.

As soon as Pique ran like this, the gap appeared behind him.

Faced with this sudden gap, Kaka directly inserted the ball without any hesitation.

Suk also immediately turned around and started running wildly.

"Oh!! Oh my god!! Suk!! One-on-one!!!"

Suk quickly caught up with the ball, poked it lightly with his toe, and jumped up at the same time.

At this time, goalkeeper Valdez rushed over, and Su Ke jumped up lightly to avoid it.

The ball rolled slowly into the goal.

In the 70th minute, Real Madrid scored another goal.

"God! Only two minutes after the goal, Real Madrid scored. Pique's sudden movement gave Suker a perfect opportunity to move forward!"

"Pique should have seen Suker running into the gap and was confident that he could intercept, but he didn't expect that Kaka didn't pass the ball at all, and his running also caused him to lose his position!"

"Pique's low-level movement error gave Real Madrid a goal!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The Real Madrid fans at the scene were excited.

Two goals came right after each other, and neither of them could react.

But most importantly, they equalized the score.

Forget about the first goal.

The second goal was a bit baffling.

"Pique! Pique! You are from Real Madrid!!!"

Real Madrid fans were so happy that they also started to play Pique's mentality.

After all, this goal is like giving it away.

Sukdu felt baffled.

Guardiola covered his head and gritted his teeth;

"This idiot!"

Two goals were lost at once, and the advantage was completely ruined.

Now, the two sides are tied 2:2, and Real Madrid obviously has no intention of relaxing.

While morale is high, continue to suppress.

"Substitute!"

Guardiola couldn't help but make substitutions.

Sanchez comes off and Villa comes on.

Further enhanced offensive capabilities.

Real Madrid also made substitutions simultaneously.

Bell and Marcelo exit.

Di Maria and Arbeloa come on.

This is a matchup substitution, indicating that there will be no change in tactics.

Guardiola looks at Real Madrid's substitutions.

"Did you intensify the attack on the right wing again?"

Guardiola thought for a moment.

"Maxwell go warm up!"

Even if there are substitutions, he will not let up his attack on the left wing!

Mourinho sees Maxwell warming up.

This shows that Guardiola will not shift the defensive focus to the right wing.

He would rather replace people on the back line to strengthen defense, and he would not relax his defense against Suker.

"Hey~~~~"

Mourinho couldn't help but sigh, then lowered his head and laughed.

Faria turned her head in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Mourinho laughed; "Guardiola was confused by Suker!"

"What's the meaning?"

Mourinho smiled and said: "I thought he would focus his defense on the right wing. After all, this is our current main offensive line, but he chose to substitute on the right wing and did not relax his defense against Suker."

"Is there a problem with this?"

"The problem is big!" Mourinho smiled: "From now on, we will focus on the left wing!"

Faria; "But their defensive focus is on the left wing?"

"Yes!" Mourinho nodded calmly; "But can they stop Suker?"

"With the cooperation of Srna, Alonso and Kaká, our right-wing offense is still effective, and Di Maria is even better at assisting. I originally wanted to use the right wing to contain it, free up the offensive channel on the left, and focus on the single Wing, because I am sure Guardiola will block a wing, but he is too afraid of Su Ke, he should not be too scared! He is so scared that he loses his usual judgment!"

Mourinho's eyes slowly lit up: "We can fly together! They are finished!"

Game time is 76 minutes.

Suk sprinted forward along the left wing.

At the same time, Di Maria on the other side was dribbling and sprinting forward.

The entire Barcelona defense was in chaos.

Facing the impact of Suker, Kaká, Benzema and Di Maria, they had no idea how to mark them.

At this moment, Di Maria made a sudden cross.

"In the middle! Wrong"

Puyol watched the ball pass him, his head bouncing along with it.

"damn it!"

Puyol couldn't help but murmur.

I saw Suk rising into the air from the back position, pulling his left foot forward and thrusting out his right foot.

A mid-air leg volley!

boom!

The ball went into the goal close to the left goal post.

"Goal!!! Suker!!! Real Madrid reverses the score!!"

"A wonderful volley, Suker!! This is Suker!!!——"

Gonzalez kept yelling.

The whole Bernabeu Stadium was boiling.

Everyone was shouting wildly.

At this moment, the Bernabeu Stadium was boiling.

Even Mourinho on the sidelines clenched his fists hard.

"It's over!——"

Beep!

The whistle sounded.

The game time was 85 minutes.

Scoreboard, Real Madrid 3:3 Barcelona!

Some people can lead a team to victory with their peak.

Maradona is such an example.

In that World Cup, the relatively weak Argentina team won the championship under the leadership of Maradona.

And in the 85th minute of this game, the peak Messi also scored a similar goal.

In the 85th minute, he passed four people and tore through the Real Madrid defense alone, helping Barcelona to equalize the score again.

This goal made the whole stadium quiet down.

Mourinho also widened his eyes, and his fists couldn't help shaking.

Faced with such personal ability, even he couldn't help but be terrified.

The entire Bernabeu Stadium fell silent.

Under the camera, Messi made a "shut up" gesture to the stands.

Barcelona equalized the score.

They began to celebrate fiercely, sharing joy with each other, cheering for this "amazing goal".

Messi even returned to the half surrounded by his teammates.

Suker stared at this scene, his chest rising and falling slowly.

Starting from Mostar Zlinjski, he has come all the way, working hard, fighting for the lead, and scoring goals.

What is this for?

Why did he suppress the two prides all the way and win three Golden Balls?

If it is just like now, what is the effort he has made?

He will never let down his efforts!

Draw?

Damn the draw!

Suker slowly walked to his half.

He walked to the side of Kaka and Alonso.

"Next, pass the ball to me."

Alonso frowned; "But now"

He paused, and he saw Suker's eyes, which were glowing and like a beast.

These eyes told him that this guy was in an extremely excited state, and he must not mess with him.

"I know!"

Kaka said immediately, and then he poked Alonso with his elbow.

Alonso also sighed; "I understand!"

Suker returned to the center circle, stepped on the ball and looked at Barcelona's half.

There were less than ten minutes left!

There was not much time left for him to score.

But. Enough!

He had to concentrate on everything he had gained over the years!

He had to use everything he could use.

Neither the peak Messi nor the peak Ronaldo could stop him.

"I will use everything I have to suppress and deny."

Suker's eyes became fierce.

"What you call the peak!"

In the stadium, Real Madrid prepared to kick off.

The entire Bernabeu Stadium was a little quiet, and the fans were shocked by Messi's extraordinary show + goal at the last moment.

Real Madrid's proud defense was torn apart by Messi alone.

Facing this goal, they were also full of frustration.

There were less than ten minutes left in the game, and the physical energy consumption was huge. Could they really score a goal? "

In addition, could they still stop Messi?

Beep!

The whistle sounded.

Suk immediately kicked the ball.

After kicking off, Suk did not sprint forward directly, but moved horizontally near the center circle.

After several passes, the ball came to Suk's feet.

As soon as Suk received the ball, Fabregas immediately came over.

Suk pretended to turn to the left, and after successfully deceiving Fabregas's center of gravity, he immediately twisted his waist and turned in the opposite direction.

"Oh no!"

Just as Fabregas was about to follow up, Suk's feet suddenly stepped forward.

The ball dribbled forward and entered the hinterland of Barcelona.

Immediately, Xavi and Busquets rushed towards the ball from both sides.

"Suk dribbled the ball forward, this ball~~ God! ! Suk's speed is so fast! ! "

From a bird's eye view, compared to Suker's speed, Xavi and Busquets seemed to be in slow motion.

Suker rushed to the ball quickly.

Xavi and Busquets saw this scene, and they also exerted force with their feet.

But just as they approached the ball, Suker poked the ball first, accelerated again, and completed the breakthrough with a swish.

"Suker! Breakthrough! He is rushing towards the penalty area! ! "

At this time, Puyol approached Benzema to prevent Suker from passing the ball.

But Suker had no intention of passing the ball at all.

Puyol widened his eyes and shouted in panic:

"Pique! Go up and block it!"

Pique was about to start, but Suker had already taken a shooting posture.

Bang!

The ball was kicked hard by Suker towards the goal.

Ding!

The goal trembled.

The ball hit the crossbar and bounced upwards, flying towards the penalty spot in a parabola.

"One point! ! Grab the first landing point! "

Puyol shouted loudly, and then held Benzema tightly.

Benzema struggled violently, but to no avail.

At this moment, a figure suddenly passed through the air.

Under the glaring fluorescent lights, the white jersey fluttered in the wind.

The huge No. 9 back number proves this person's identity.

"Suke!!!!!!!!!--"

Suke soared in the sky like an eagle.

His eyes were fierce, staring at the ball.

A draw?

What a joke!

He didn't accept a draw!

All these years of hard work!

All these years of struggle!

He desperately seized the opportunity to climb up!

He didn't want to share the view of the top with others.

Suppression!

Suppression!

Suppression from beginning to end!

No matter if you are at the top or something else.

Suppress you!

Deny you!

Messi, who was far away, looked at Suke's back, his eyes became terrified, and his body trembled a little.

This guy. How can he still score?

Suke's body is like a bowstring, and the strong core is activated, and it pulls violently!

His forehead hits the ball hard!

The ball hits the goal like a cannonball.

'Lie down! '

'Don't get up for me! '

'Pah!

Suke landed!

He ran to the corner area, facing the camera, Suker stroked his beard for the first time.

GOAT!

G.O.A.T!

Greatest of all time!

Swish! !

Suker opened his arms!

Come on!

Worship! ! ——

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The Bernabeu Stadium was boiling like a volcanic eruption.

The commentator Gonzalez suddenly jumped up from his seat and roared excitedly:

"Gooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!!"

"A lore! This is a true lore!! "

"Messi just scored a goal, and just three minutes later, Suker counterattacked with a wonderful breakthrough and goal!! "

"Suke made a 'GOAT' celebration after scoring a goal!"

"Yes! He is the G.O.A.T!"

"Suke can never be defeated!"

"When everyone thought Messi's goal was a lore, Suker counterattacked with a powerful goal again!"

"Real Madrid 4:3 Barcelona!"

"What a crazy game!! "