Midfielder

The time before the final battle always passes quickly, and this time the two teams seemed to have made an appointment, and the buses arrived at the stadium almost at the same time.

There was no intention to do it deliberately, but Mourinho didn't mind his opponent helping him to divert the crowd of reporters and fans watching at this time.

At this time, the players were the group that received the most attention, but the guys from the Porto team did not show the calmness before the big battle.

These crazy people were still in the mood to chat with the reporters they were familiar with, and did not refuse too many requests for autographs from those fans.

"Relax, calm." This was the first impression that the Porto players gave to others. The relaxation effect that Mourinho pursued seemed to be effective.

At least the expressions on their faces were not as tense as those of the Monaco players. In terms of psychological adjustment, Deschamps's skills were obviously slightly inferior.

However, all this became quiet immediately after the Porto players entered the locker room, because they knew what kind of game this was.

"Champions! This is why we are here today. There is a group of Frenchmen waiting for us outside. The third time! This will be the third time we warn the French in the Champions League. Porto is not a team they can easily cross!" Mourinho roared loudly.

This may be the first time in the past half month that Mourinho has incited the players before the game. He needs to use his voice to send a signal to the players.

The decisive battle belongs to the Porto people. No matter who it is, no one can deprive the honor of the Porto people. They want to be the final winner!

The response to Mourinho's slogan of war was the shouting of the whole team. At this time, the atmosphere in the whole locker room began to boil.

Brito had to sigh about one thing. His old partner had the ability to drive crazy. He could drive the players crazy in an instant.

Mourinho was very satisfied with the effect of this incitement. The moment before he walked out of the locker room, he had successfully ignited the whole team.

Sometimes one sentence is enough. This is Mourinho's influence on Porto. If that is a group of terrorists, then he is the leader of the bandits.

A burning Porto team is very terrifying. They can burn everything with this flame, and no one can stop them.

Even the Monaco players can clearly feel the crazy eyes of their opponents when they see their opponents in the player tunnel.

Deschamps even doubted whether Mourinho had injected something into these guys in the locker room, otherwise it would not be so weird.

When the big ear cup was placed at the exit of the player tunnel, the flames of the Champions League final were about to be ignited, and everyone's eyes were fixed on it.

The 22 people of the two teams will be remembered by fans all over Europe at this moment, and they themselves understand what this moment means.

The player tunnel was silent, and only a slight breathing sound could be heard. The two teams chose silence at the same time. Maybe they were praying at this moment.

Lin Yi didn't know what others were thinking at the moment. Anyway, when he looked at the exit, he had only one thought, "This is my game!"

The roar in the locker room made Lin Yi's legs, which had been silent for almost a month, tremble involuntarily. It was a kind of excitement.

The excitement for the game, and this game is like a shot of stimulant, the war that is about to ignite has also become the source of Lin Yi's excitement.

As the youngest player in the history of the Champions League, Lin Yi is not thinking about how many eyes will be on him now, he only thinks about this game.

Honor is won by your own feet on the grass, not by those boring recorders writing with pens, history is engraved with feet.

This is the law of the football world. If you want to be a conqueror, then take away the trophies that symbolize the highest honor in front of your opponent.

This night, Lin Yi will use his own feet to step on the foreign land, step out his own notes, and play his own football song.

The grass that glows white under the lights seems to be preparing to welcome its owner at this moment, and everything is waiting to be ignited.

Even the stadium, which has been noisy for nearly two hours, fell into silence at this moment, and all eyes were on the exit of the player's channel.

The reporter's camera has turned on the lens, and the camera's broadcasting equipment is also aimed here. Everyone is waiting for the appearance of the twenty-two people.

After a moment of silence, the two teams filed out of the player tunnel at the same time, and everyone's expression was very calm.

Just now, these guys were still excited about the final battle in the locker room, but now they have completely cleared their minds of all distractions.

And at the moment they appeared, the Schalke Stadium, which was still in a calm atmosphere just now, suddenly burst into deafening cheers. The fans of both teams were shouting for their teams, as if they were venting their long-suppressed passion.

"Porto! Porto! Dragon! We must be the final champions!" The shouts of the Porto people bloomed wantonly on the land of Germany.

And the roars of the Monaco people may only be heard by themselves, but they also shouted at the Monaco players at the top of their lungs.

Even those officials who always acted like dogs in front of people gave up their reserve, stood in the VIP box, waved their hands, cheered for their team, and went crazy for the candidate of the 49th European champion. This is the simple happiness that those fans want to enjoy.

"This is the hot atmosphere of the Champions League final battle!" The German commentator in charge of the broadcast also shouted out a kind of passion in stiff German at this moment.

The two teams that were once natural supporting roles are now standing on the stage that best represents the honor of the club in Europe, preparing for their own performances.

Football can bring people such madness. It can make people forget all the troubles and uneasiness and cheer to their heart's content at the moment before the game starts.

The players of Porto and Monaco are enjoying this kind of worship. At this moment, they are only one step away from the top of Europe.

Further, they will be worshipped by clubs all over Europe. Although they are not giants, it does not prevent them from becoming the final winners.

The crazy shouting is like a challenge before the final battle. The fans of both sides do not want to lose to their opponents in momentum. Everyone is screaming desperately.

Even those female fans who are usually very quiet in front of others and behind others are the same. Sometimes they are even crazier than their male compatriots.

There are even a few female fans of Porto who took off their tops in this weather, letting the blue and white paint on their bodies bloom in the camera.

When grace and passion are combined, it is an unforgettable scene. The atmosphere of the Schalke Stadium has reached its peak.

Waves of sound, like a catalyst, let the 22 people of the two teams feel their hearts beating violently.

Apart from the tens of thousands of fans at the scene, there are at least tens of millions of people on the whole earth who are watching this game. This may be a big scene that some people have never experienced in their lives. I am afraid that at this moment, no matter who it is, there is no way to keep a calm mind.

Even Porto, who participated in the League Cup final, will show a suppressed extreme excitement at this moment, and this feeling makes people tremble.

It is also a decisive battle, but at this moment, Schalke can make people open every pore wantonly and exude that kind of fatal pleasure.

This is a moment of tribute to glory. Everyone is trying to calm themselves down, but the feeling of rapid secretion of adrenaline makes people crazy.

Lin Yi can clearly feel Costinha beside him, trying to calm his breathing, and he himself has this crazy feeling.

"This is the final, it will make everyone crazy. Since everyone is crazy, let's continue this atmosphere." Lin Yi said to himself.

This shouting lasted for at least five minutes, but such a low tide is more like people starting to gather energy again after releasing it.

The players on both sides of the field are also suppressing their violently beating hearts, and proceeding step by step with the final preparations before the game, guessing the side, deciding the ball, and the players of the two teams shook hands with each other in a friendly manner. But they all know that this is just for face.

Because they all understand that such a game will not shout out the slogan of friendship first, and everyone's goal is only the final championship trophy.

There is no humility at this time, there are only opponents. When the whistle sounds, there is only one winner who can stand on the grass and accept the worship of the masses.

No one wants to be a loser. Even when they shook hands, they could feel the desire for victory in each other's eyes.

Mourinho and Deschamps were no exception. They also had to stand on the sidelines, smiling and greeting each other in a friendly manner.

"Hypocritical etiquette, I really don't know how this will help the game." Mourinho muttered softly when he turned back to the coaching seat.

There was no way. Mourinho was not familiar with the Frenchman at all, and even he himself felt how stiff his smile was just now.

In the next 90 minutes, there was only one relationship between him and Deschamps, that is, to use all means to kill each other.

Brito was really speechless about his old partner. He seemed to be particularly happy to turn every game into a real war.

This was Mourinho's habit. For him, this final was the Battle of Kursk, but this time he had to play the role of Zhukov.

He will use all the tricks he is familiar with to defeat his opponents. There can only be one winner in the Champions League final, and he is not used to tasting failure.

But Brito did not say anything, because such a warm atmosphere on the field, even he, an assistant coach, seemed to have returned to the player era.

"I really envy those guys. They are really lucky to have such an opportunity to play a game under the watchful eyes of the whole world."

Mourinho also felt the same way about what Brito said. At this moment, he was also like this, and even his blood seemed to be boiling.

"Then I wish us and those guys good luck. I hope that after 90 minutes, we can stand in the middle of the field and hold up the trophy full of honor."

Football is a war. When Lin Yi, who was standing at the end of the team, passed by the last player of Monaco, their hypocritical etiquette would be exposed. The hands that just held the flowers were now clenched into fists, and everyone also showed their sharp blades.

Referee Nielsen's whistle was the starting gun that ignited this war. When the Dane glanced down at his watch, the sharp whistle sounded.

The 49th European Champions Cup started with the Danish whistle, and the German host used his deep voice to announce this moment to the entire Europe.

"Let us wait and see who will become the new King of Europe! Let us wait together for the person who finally lifts the trophy!"

The moment Lin Yi knocked the ball to McCarthy, the Schalke Stadium was covered in a sea of ​​blue, white, and red and white flags.

The energy accumulated by the fans exploded again, and perhaps all corners around the Schalke Stadium could be covered by this crazy sound.

Lin Yi didn't know how the others felt, but when the football rolled away from his feet, he could feel that all the muscles in his body were full of energy.

Now he just wants to release this energy desperately. This is his game, so from the moment the whistle sounds, he wants to dominate the court!

"Pass the ball! Straight line!" After McCarthy passed the ball to Deco, Lin Yi, who had already dived into Monaco's half, shouted loudly to Deco.

There was no need to test, what Lin Yi wanted was the most direct way. His roar was responded to by Deco. After getting past Bernardi's interception, Deco sent a straight kick without any hesitation, and the football chased him. Following Lin Yi's forward steps, Lin Yi was more like a sharp knife at this moment.

Without stopping the ball, Lin Yi didn't seem to look back and deliberately observe the direction of the football. He and Deco had used this kind of cooperation countless times, and they were already familiar with each other's opponent's running and passing habits. Without looking, his eyes were always staring at the defender in front of him.

Both Chicos and Evra focused their attention on the black-haired boy at this moment, because they knew exactly what this boy could do.

Especially Zicos, he didn't wait for Lin Yi to get close to the penalty area, and took the initiative to meet him. Even if he was passed by the opponent, he didn't want to leave Lin Yi a chance to directly face the goal. Even if it was a foul, he would try to stay away. The goal, this is the key point of defense that Deschamps explained off the court.

Seeing his opponent approaching, Lin Yi did not choose to stop the ball, and then looked for an opportunity again. He rushed straight towards Chicos.

It's definitely not fast, but no one dares to underestimate Lin Yi's sprinting power in short distances, and this time is no exception. He is sprinting with all his strength.

The football was rolling behind Lin Yi, and Chicos intercepted in front of him. When this scene was captured by the broadcast camera, it was a bit strange.

Lin Yi had never touched the rolling football. The moment Chicos got close to him, Lin Yi slammed the football that had just passed between his legs.

Left? When Lin Yi's foot touched the football, Chicos' first reaction was to follow the direction of the boy's low shoulders to determine the direction of the breakthrough.

But Chicos did not choose to intercept Lin Yi impulsively. He just followed the opponent's body and prepared to block Lin Yi's forward path. This was very safe.

After all, there is Evra behind Zicos who is protecting him. Even if he is passed, there will be someone who can defend him.

But this most reliable defensive method is what Lin Yi looks forward to most. If it moves, it will be difficult. It’s just that the victim doesn’t know it. The football is swaying between Lin Yi’s legs, and his left and right feet are extremely flexible. Two consecutive collisions were completed in a very short period of time.

I don’t know what those fans would feel when they saw this scene on the big screen. Anyway, Chicos felt confused for a while.

Lin Yi's fake move made him doubt whether his choice was correct, because the kid seemed to be changing direction at any time while dribbling the ball at high speed.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he should reach out decisively with his foot to break the ball, but the illusory ball shadow left him nowhere to put his foot.

Such a slight hesitation was enough for Lin Yi. The continuously bumping football passed ghostly between Chicos' legs. When Lin Yi brushed past him, Chicos didn't even react. Come here, what happened in that moment just now.

He even felt a gust of wind passing by his ears, and the black-haired boy disappeared before his eyes, speeding past him.

But Deschamps saw it clearly, and Evra behind Chicos also saw it clearly. The scary black-haired kid used such an easy fake move to get past Monaco's main midfielder, and he After passing his opponent, he pulled and pushed with the soles of his feet and instantly shook Evra away.

Lightning-like movements and madman-like sprinting speed in short distances, even Evra's strong physical fitness could not react.

He was already ready to tackle, but that kid was like a gust of wind, and he stopped suddenly while dribbling the ball at high speed.

This made Evra's tackle all in vain. He stopped suddenly, dialed the ball, and started again. Lin Yi's way of throwing away the opponent's defense was as simple as that.

But the whole process was so fast that the broadcast cameras didn't even have time to capture the kid's extraordinary moves before he was seen leaving.

The two blockades collapsed instantly. Only at this moment did Deschamps realize that he still underestimated the threat this kid could bring on the court.

The moment the football was pulled out by Lin Yi, the entire Schalke stadium was filled with the simultaneous exclamations of tens of thousands of fans.

Roman, the goalkeeper of the Monaco team, stretched his body desperately, and the football seemed to leave a trace in the air. . .

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