Golden Greenery

Madrid has more than 300 sunny days a year. The rare rain will not make the rain more romantic, but will only be a helpless trouble. The weather is not rare.

0℃ in Northeast China may be just a pair of thick long johns, but the same temperature occurred in India, and more than 10,000 people froze to death that year. The rain in Madrid won't wet anyone to death, but no one will like it, not even the Spanish literary youth.

At the 80th minute of La Liga 2, the score was still 3:3, and an unexpected spring rain suddenly came. The thin and dense rain curtain weaved a tulle amidst the bright neon lights of the Bernabeu, making the stadium look like a wonderland.

It's a pity that there are no gods discussing the Tao in this fairyland, only the war between two groups of rough men.

At the 82nd minute of the game, Real Madrid was completely passive at this time. It seemed that Barcelona would not give up until they scored 3 points today. In a blur of rain and mist, several powerful generals took turns attacking with joy. There was rain in the air, but there was no slipperiness on the ground. This made them all look like extraordinary kings.

When it comes to passing skills, Chilean Sanchez is not as good as Mescane. He mainly relies on speed. However, Sanchez had only just come on as a substitute, and at the end of this extremely competitive game, he had a huge physical advantage.

In the corner of the penalty area, Sanchez fell under the attack of Dasha Carvajal and Angel Di Maria. This place is very sensitive, both inside and outside, and the actions of the three people fighting against each other are also very ambiguous. Being crowded together may seem like a foul or not, depending on what the referee wants.

Before the Real Madrid people had time to worry, Mr. Marienko quickly made a penalty, and with an anxious whistle, he pointed his right hand at the white dot.

Another penalty kick!

The Real Madrid players jumped like Tiggers and surrounded Marienko: Do ​​you have any tricks up your sleeve? You dare to judge something ambiguous?

Mourinho is right, the 41-year-old sociologist Untiano Marienko does like to pick on Real Madrid.

Zhuo Yang did not go to the referee to argue, he knew very well that it was useless. Even if the penalty kick was a misjudgment, there was no reason to overturn it on the spot. Surrounding him was nothing more than putting pressure on the referee and trying to find a balance behind him.

Zhuo Yang was wondering what boss Mei was going to do this time, whether he would be a newbie or an old lady, or be more down-to-earth.

He walked up to Boss Mei and said, "Hey, this...isn't a penalty kick. Why don't you show some style?"

Boss Mei wiped the water from his face and laughed: "I have nothing to do with Real Madrid. Don't worry. Even if the penalty kicks are taken correctly, I won't give them to others, hehe~"

Xiao Bu also came over, smiling so much that he could see the leeks in his back molars. "Lao Zhuo, we are not like you. The more we misjudge the ball against Real Madrid, the more enjoyable it will be for us to score. If there is offside, handball and diving, that will be the most enjoyable, haha~"

Zhuo Yang was at his wits end. The national derby was not the place to talk about the battle between gentlemen. If it had to be talked about, it would either be fake or moral kidnapping.

"Boss Mei, what are you going to do this time?"

"Ah ha ha ha~~" Messi and Xiao Bu laughed so hard that they couldn't even answer him.

Scar also ran over: "Do you believe it? We dare to play like that again."

"If you don't play in a group, you are my grandson!" Zhuo Yang said through gritted teeth.

"Ahahahaha~~~"

The arguments on that side are really useless.

Boss Mei had already stood in front of the white spot, wiped the grass clippings and mud off the football, put it away and stepped back to wait for the whistle.

Scar and Neymar still guarded an arc corner each, and made a gesture of starting from 100 meters, but this time Real Madrid's defense will not let them succeed again.

Zhuo Yang was very determined, and even the densely woven rain net did not make him blink at Messi. However, Squidward, who was the more important party in the collaboration, was muttered. After all, he had been played too hard just now.

‘Beep——! ’ The whistle blew, and Boss Mei raised his left foot after a few steps. Zhuo Yang, who saw clearly, gave the clear instruction of ‘lower right’ without hesitation.

Squidward flew out.

When the goalkeeper saves a penalty kick, he will not dive sideways to the left or right on the goal line, but will move forward or to the left or right side of himself, because this will have a larger blocking angle.

But it’s not that the further forward the better, because people can’t fly as fast as football, otherwise why not just go for the white spots?

Octopus Lopez pounced a little more forward this time because he was afraid of being tricked by Barcelona again and would be embarrassed. By plowing forward, he could prevent the previous scene from happening as much as possible.

Also because he had doubts about Zhuo Yang's judgment.

Messi doesn't have any tricks, he just uses the arch of his left foot to push hard into the lower right corner of the goal.

Maybe it was only a centimeter off, maybe the fingertips of Squidward's gloves had already touched the football, but because the angle of his forward attack was a little wider, the faster football passed the intersection earlier than him because of the rain. Then it hit the net against the inside of the post.

Barcelona 4:3, Messi finally defeated Zhuoyang's correct prediction of the penalty kick with his real and strong confidence. This time there was no trickery.

The people wearing red and blue stripes went to celebrate for the fourth time. Zhuo Yang looked at Brother Squidward lying on the ground in surprise. Of course he saw the mistake in his goalkeeper's saving action. This was definitely not what a 33-year-old goalkeeper should do. Mistakes made.

Zhuo Yang did not question or blame Diego Lopez, nor did he pull him up. He just ran into the goal alone to pick up the football, and then silently ran back to the center circle.

Ancelotti replaced Bale with the sloppy Morata as a last-ditch effort. Barcelona, ​​which was leading the away game, also replaced Scar with young defender Bartra and brought Mascherano to the midfield to strengthen defense.

Martino is always like this. He doesn't have the pride of Guardiola and Vilanova to keep attacking. Giving up when things get good is a professional habit developed by Martino when coaching the "underdogs". In the match against Real Madrid at Camp Nou last October, it was his conservative adjustments after taking the lead that gave Real Madrid the final chance to draw. Barcelona also lost a lot of points during the entire league for the same reason.

Obviously, Martino's coaching experience and level determine that he cannot break through his inner structure in just one season.

Real Madrid have yet to lose this season, not even at the Bernabeu. An unbeaten season is not Real Madrid's goal, the championship is, but losing to Barcelona at home is more uncomfortable than losing to Hativa.

The national derby must not be allowed to give up. As long as the final whistle does not sound, the Real Madrid people will not accept their fate, even if they lose one person.

Just now, when boss Mei went to celebrate in front of the Barcelona fans' stands, he took off his jersey and kissed the Barcelona emblem in public, even if it was a yellow card. This scene deeply stimulated Meilinger, and also stimulated the Real Madrid players.

But Zhuoyang was not stimulated by this. He was tired of kissing the Barcelona team emblem in those two years. But today, Boss Mei's two penalty kicks, one on target and one on odd, all contributed, stimulated him.

"Master Tu, I don't think we can let them go back so easily."

"Me too!"

"Master Tu, I think there is still something we can do with this little time."

"Me too!"

"Master Tu, who are you trying to imitate? That sounds familiar."

"You forgot? What, Barak, Michael Barak."

"Master Tu, don't imitate him. He is the runner-up in the Guinness Book of Records. I will always be the champion."

"Me too!!"

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