Midfielder

Chapter 95 The Balance of Victory

The sudden goal confused the entire stadium. Except for the few people at the scene, even the on-site commentator forgot to cheer for the goal.

Including the person who scored the goal, the person who lost the ball, and even the referee stood aside stupidly at this time, and forgot to blow the whistle in his mouth.

Perhaps no one has witnessed such a precise refraction, and even when the football hit the goal, the angle seemed so tricky. Anyway, everyone watching this game was dumbfounded, and some people even stopped breathing at this moment.

The Dragon Stadium fell into a strange silence because of Lin Yi's goal, but it was the crazy fans of the Porto team who reacted first. The cheers made by tens of thousands of fans instantly covered the 3,000 Spanish fans who were cheering on the side before.

"The ball is in! Great Lin Yi! This 16-year-old kid created a great attack, one against four! 40 meters long-distance raid, he used his own strength to collapse the defense line of the Real Madrid team!" The broadcaster responsible for commentating the game is now almost shouting his throat.

Who was he playing against? Real Madrid, such an invincible and luxurious Galactico, but there was a kid who was so unconvinced that he confronted them head-on. He almost single-handedly challenged the entire Real Madrid defense, although the goal was a bit of luck.

But from the start after getting rid of Solari to the final goal, he relied on his fierce sprint speed and flexible dribbling to defeat four opponents.

You can't deny the kid's bravery on the field, even the final shot, he played so decisively, although many people thought it was reckless.

But who cares about these now, it was the little guy who saved the Porto team that was spinning on the edge of the cliff, and he tied the score with a magical performance.

Even the Portuguese reporters responded with provocative eyes to their Spanish counterparts who were just arrogant. Some of them were not afraid of making trouble and asked the Spanish reporters around them in a joking manner, "With this level of defense, you can still rank second in the Spanish league?"

The Spanish reporters who were just proud now, except for staring blankly, they really couldn't think of how to fight back.

The cheers of the fans and the passionate voices of the on-site commentators were mixed together, but everyone could clearly hear that they were cheering for one person.

"Lin Yi!", "Lin Yi!", such voices were issued by tens of thousands of people at the same time, and the feeling of the mountains and tsunamis almost flooded every corner of the stadium, and the little guy who was worshipped scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

But Lin Yi was not embarrassed because so many people cheered his name. He just felt a little sorry for Carlos, who had been suffocated by the football and had a nosebleed. Well, the shot just now seemed a bit too hard. Look at the Brazilian turtle, it's bleeding.

Now, no one may be more unlucky than Carlos. Not only did the soreness in his nose make his tears flow uncontrollably, but it was also the first time for him to experience such an embarrassing scene. Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't stand this. This guy was really embarrassed.

What made him even more depressed was that Casillas's eyes, which could almost kill people, kept staring at him. Although he didn't say anything, anyone with eyes could see that Casillas now wanted to stew Carlos' heart with fire. Alas, the turtle soup in clear water is a great tonic.

The helpless expressions of his teammates made Carlos extremely embarrassed, but what he couldn't stand the most was the ironic laughter that broke out from the fans. This was definitely an own goal that Carlos would never forget. Not only was he physically injured, but he was also mentally hurt.

Covering his sore and bleeding nose, Carlos could only obediently go to the sidelines with the team doctor to deal with it, but when Carlos turned his eyes to the culprit, his nose was almost crooked by anger.

Although Lin Yi looked like he was apologetic, he was obviously trying hard not to laugh. This made Carlos turn into a Ninja Turtle. His face was green with anger.

Uh, when Lin Yi saw this, he swore that he didn't smile on purpose. It's just that when you see two red waterfalls hanging on the nose of a red-eared turtle, it's really hard not to laugh. This shape is really weird.

Well, now that guy is probably half crazy with anger, and has completely become a green-haired Brazilian turtle. With his current image, it's simply amazing.

Regardless of whether this was an accident, the ball finally went in, and the score on the field has been rewritten to 1:1. The surging offensive of the Real Madrid team failed to expand the score again, but instead brought the two teams back to the same starting line.

When Queiroz saw this goal on the sidelines, he slammed his fist on the ceiling of the coach's bench. At this time, he didn't care who was pointing the camera at him. He couldn't pretend to be a gentleman anymore. He wanted to curse.

You know, this is the seventh consecutive game that Real Madrid has lost the ball, and every time they lost the ball, it looked so stupid!

Since the first game of the league, Real Madrid under Queiroz's command has not been able to keep its golden body intact in a single game. Anyway, that tofu-like defense line has made all kinds of mistakes. This time it was even more outrageous, even an own goal came out!

And it was such a tricky own goal. Carlos' own goal might be more accurate than the opponent's forward's header. Casillas didn't even have time to make a save. He just watched the ball go into the net.

No wonder he stared at Carlos with murderous eyes. After all, such a goal loss was really embarrassing.

"This damn defense!" Queiroz almost squeezed out such a harsh word from his teeth, but only he could hear the sound.

Who should be blamed for this goal loss? Is it Carlos who made an own goal? Is it Pavan who was thrown away by Lin Yi? Should he blame the coach who made the team keep attacking? Or should he blame Florentino who refused to buy a defender?

I'm afraid no one will stand up to take responsibility. Anyway, when the resentment of fans and the media accumulates to a certain extent, someone will always be the unlucky one.

Anyway, Queiroz can feel that his life is not going to be easy now, but he still has to suppress his anger and arrange for the assistant coach to comfort the injured Carlos, and he himself has to pretend to be calm and tell the players on the field to stay calm and not be impatient.

However, he may not even know what effect his comfort will have, and whether those big-name stars really buy into his tricks.

At this time, Mourinho seemed very calm. He walked to the sidelines and whispered something to the players on the field, and Lin Yi, who ran over to hug him, was also pulled aside by him, and he said a lot of things with gestures and words.

The head coaches of the two teams, one pretended to be calm in front of the camera, while the other was really not impatient. Such a contrast may make the parties themselves feel very abnormal, as if Mourinho is now more confident.

The carnival of the Porto fans made the Spanish fans watching the game on the spot very depressed. They really couldn't understand why Real Madrid lost the ball. Could it really be attributed to an accident that no one could explain? Real Madrid has encountered a lot of accidents this season.

Even the commentator in charge of the Spanish broadcast complained about the damn luck in the broadcast booth, but in his opinion, it was just a ridiculous accident and did not mean anything. He could even jokingly use Carlos' header as a topic.

"This is the charm of football. It always breeds all kinds of unexpected accidents. It's just that bad luck is on our side this time. But Carlos can brag about this to Romario when he returns to Brazil. He can also score with a header with a height of 1.6 meters."

Although the loss of this ball made the Spaniards very depressed, in their opinion, it was just a piece of shit luck for Porto, and it did not mean that Porto could turn over and sing. Real Madrid still controlled the situation on the field, but now the score was fixed at a draw.

But soon, those who were still waiting for Real Madrid to open the score again were surprised to find that after Lin Yi scored, Porto actually began to press out the overall formation. The siege battle that the Spaniards had watched for nearly 30 minutes gradually evolved into a struggle in the midfield.

In the last ten minutes of the first half, although Real Madrid tried to regain control of the game, the Porto people never gave them this opportunity. For the first time, the luxurious offensive group of Real Madrid was entangled.

And the kid who created the goal began to run around and make small moves in the backcourt of Real Madrid. The Real Madrid defense line, which had suffered a big loss once, did not dare to press forward blindly this time, and Elguera also focused on intercepting Lin Yi.

This little guy who created the magical accident just now is creating a very big trouble for Queiroz and his Real Madrid team.

His goal not only equalized the score, but also relieved the anxiety of the entire Porto team. Now Porto has gradually entered the state of the game, and Real Madrid also feels a kind of pressure from the opponent.

Lin Yi's threat to Real Madrid's defense was not just a goal. His passing also began to work on the field. McCarthy and others infiltrated again and again, and began to frequently cause trouble for Pavan and others.

And Lin Yi's gambling attack was not an accident. He had been observing since the opening stage. When Real Madrid scored, the Spanish formation moved closer to the midfield, which gave Lin Yi a chance to counterattack.

After the two teams were tied, this kid seemed more at ease on the field. His flexibility and sharpness were like a knife, always ready to poke the tip of Real Madrid's heart again.

When the 45-minute first half ended, the score of 1:1 made the Real Madrid superstars bow their heads, while the Porto team was smiling.

There was a balance of victory that seemed to be tilting. . .

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