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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, keep attacking, 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.

The moment 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 line.

Ramos passed it 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 it back suddenly, then turned around and started running wildly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kaka rushed forward 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 was a left-footed player, he could also pass the ball with his right foot, but the accuracy was 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 pass against the wall 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.

Su Ke approaches the middle as normal.

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, tapped the ball lightly with his toe, and jumped up at the same time.

At this time, goalkeeper Valdes 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 an excellent opportunity to advance!"

"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 at 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 Su Ke.

"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 this a problem?"

"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 attack 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 Suker, so 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!!"

"Wonderful volley, Su Ke!! This is Su Ke!!!"

Gonzalez kept yelling.

The entire Bernabeu Stadium was also in a state of excitement.

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.

Game time is 85 minutes.

Scoreboard, Real Madrid 3:3 Barcelona!

Some people can lead a team to victory at the top of their game.

Maradona is such an example.

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

In the 85th minute of this game, Messi also scored a goal with the same purpose.

In the 85th minute, four players were passed in a row, and one goal tore apart Real Madrid's defense and helped Barcelona equalize the score again.

The goal silenced the entire stadium.

Mourinho's eyes widened as well, and his fists couldn't help but tremble.

Even he couldn't help being frightened in the face of this kind of personal ability.

The entire Bernabeu stadium fell silent.

Under the camera, Messi made a 'shut up' gesture towards the stands.

Barcelona equalized the score.

They started celebrating fiercely, sharing the joy with each other and cheering for this 'amazing goal'.

Messi even returned to halftime surrounded by his teammates.

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

Starting from Mostar Zlinyiski, he has been working hard all the way, fighting for opportunities and scoring goals.

What is this for?

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

If it's just like now, what does the effort he put in count?

He will never let down his efforts!

draw?

Fuck the draw!

Suk slowly walked towards his own half.

He walked next to Kaká and Alonso.

"Next, focus the ball on me."

Alonso frowned; "But now"

He paused and saw Suk's eyes that were glowing like a beast.

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

"I see!"

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 towards Barcelona's half.

There is less than ten minutes left!

There wasn't much time left for him to score.

But...enough!

He wants to concentrate everything he has gained over the years!

He wants to make use of everything he can.

No matter whether it is peak Messi or peak Cristiano Ronaldo, don't try to stop yourself.

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

Suk's eyes became fierce.

"What you call the pinnacle!"

In the stadium, Real Madrid prepares to kick off.

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

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

Facing this goal, they were also full of frustration.

There are less than ten minutes left in the game, and the physical exertion is huge. Can he really still score a goal? "

Furthermore, can they still stop Messi?

Beep!

The whistle sounded.

Su Ke immediately kicked off the ball.

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

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

As soon as Suker caught the ball, Fabregas immediately came over.

Su Ke 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.

"Oops!"

Just as Cesc Fabregas was about to follow up, Suker suddenly stepped forward.

The ball traveled forward deep into Barcelona's territory.

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

"Suk stepped forward to play the ball. Oh my god! Suk's speed is so fast!!"

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

Su Ke rushed towards the ball quickly.

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

But just as they were approaching the ball, Su Ke poked the ball first, accelerated again, and completed the breakthrough with a swish.

"Suk!! Breakthrough!! He is rushing towards the penalty area at high speed!!"

At this time, Puyol was close to Benzema and prevented Suker from passing the ball.

But Suker had no intention of passing the ball.

Puyol's eyes widened and he yelled hurriedly:

"Pique! Go up and block!"

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

boom!

The ball was kicked hard towards the goal by Su Ke.

Ding!

The goal trembled.

The ball hit the crossbar and bounced upwards, flying parabolically towards the penalty spot.

"One point!! Get the first spot!"

Puyol shouted loudly and immediately resisted Benzema.

Benzema struggled violently, but to no avail.

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

Under the dazzling fluorescent lights, the white shirt trembled in the wind.

The huge number 9 on the back proves this person's identity.

"Suke!!!!!!!——"

Suk soared in the sky like an eagle.

His eyes were fierce, staring at the ball.

draw?

What a joke!

He won'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 do it to share the view from the top with anyone else.

suppress!

suppress!

Suppression from start to finish!

It doesn’t matter if you are at the top or whatever.

Suppress you!

Deny you!

Messi in the distance looked at Suk's back, his eyes became frightened and his body trembled a little.

How can this guy still score goals?

Suk's body was like a bowstring, his strong core activated, and he pulled hard!

His forehead hit the ball hard!

The ball hit the goal like a cannonball.

‘Get down! ’

‘Just don’t get up for me! ’

Snap!

Su Ke landed!

He ran towards the corner area, facing the camera, Suk made a beard stroking action for the first time.

goat!

G.O.A.T!

Greatest of all time(best in history)!

Uh-huh! !

Su Ke opens his arms!

bring it on!

Worship! ! ——

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The Bernabeu Stadium was boiling like a volcano erupting.

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

“Gooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!”

"A sure kill! This is a real kill!!"

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

"Suker made a 'goat' celebration after scoring!"

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

"The Suk who can never be defeated!"

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

"Real Madrid 4:3 Barcelona!"

“What a crazy game this is!!”