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Chapter 160 Golden Carlos, heavy artillery roars at forty yards!!!

The game is gradually coming to an end. A draw and two away goals are completely acceptable to Barcelona. Therefore, the more Barcelona players play, the more relaxed they become and their feet feel smoother. However, for Real Madrid players, the situation is completely different.

A draw at home means that they must win in the second round, otherwise they will be eliminated in a draw! But Barcelona's home stadium, Camp Nou, is not that easy to capture. It will be much more difficult to defeat Barcelona in the second round than it is now!

urgent.

Very urgent!

And an eager mentality will undoubtedly affect judgment.

Especially for Figo, Real Madrid's two goals conceded were all due to Chen Mo's direct or indirect attack after getting rid of him. If he cannot make up for it in the final stage, he will face huge pressure from public opinion after the game.

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"Damn it, this kid wants to waste time!"

Seeing that Chen Mo had been cooperating with his teammates near the center circle to pass the ball safely, without seeming to have any desire to attack, Figo became more and more anxious. Soon, Davis passed the ball to Chen Mo again.

Seeing that the ball was not going fast, Figo couldn't help it anymore and quickly tried to intercept the ball. However, Chen Mo was already on guard. The moment he reached the ball, he immediately blocked the path with his back and raised his right leg in front of the ball.

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A diagonal cross pass, passing the ball directly from the left wing to Cocu in the right midfield.

A large diagonal pass was transferred, and the ball went to the right. Real Madrid's entire defense had to move towards the right midfield. As the ball went to the right, Messi, who knew that Cocu's organizational skills were not strong enough, decisively retreated to get the ball.

At the same time, Barcelona right back Rezger flew up to his waist to help receive the pass.

It has to be said that Messi's dribbling ability is too strong, and Carlos who defends him is a typical full-back who is strong in offense and weak in defense. There is no way to steal the ball from Messi's feet. Soon, Messi's continuous dribbling

Confused during the change of direction, Beckham had no choice but to give up the left wing with Ronaldinho and Chen Mo, who obviously had greater defensive pressure, and returned to the right wing to help defend.

"Barcelona has changed its formation?"

Barcelona, ​​which was mainly attacking the left wing for more than ten minutes, suddenly shifted the focus of its attack to the right wing. Real Madrid players were a little confused. But at this moment, faced with Beckham's pressing again, Messi directly passed the ball back to Cocu.

The first time Cocu got the ball, Solari immediately attacked.

Looking at Solari running towards him, Cocu protected the ball with his back and prepared to pass the ball back to Puyol. But at this moment, he keenly caught a figure coming from behind Figo with the peripheral vision of his right eye.

Rushing past!

"Chen Mo?!"

Cocu was shocked. In his sight, Figo, the left midfielder, was still looking at him, but Chen Mo had already passed behind Figo like a shadow man!

"Defend!"

Chen Mo's running route was the blind spot of Figo's vision determined after observation, but further behind, Real Madrid right back Salgado saw all this, immediately shouted, and at the same time ran towards Chen Mo, and just

At this moment, Ronaldinho immediately retreated, completed an X-shaped cross move with Chen Mo, and reached for the ball at the same time!

Messi has been causing trouble on the right for a long time, and Beckham has long been attracted to the right to help defend. At this time, Chen Mo's forward drive took away Salgado who was marking him!

Ronaldinho had a moment of space on the left!

Without a trace of hesitation, Cocu used his right hand to resist Solari, put his right foot on the ground, and swung the ball with his left foot!

Long diagonal pass!

The ball goes straight to the left!

The ball went through quickly and accurately, and only then did Figo look back and observe Ronaldinho waiting for the ball on the wing behind him!

"Trouble!"

"trouble!"

Figo's heart sank, and he turned around and pounced on Ronaldinho!

Looking at the ball flying from far away and Figo rushing towards him, Ronaldinho also cursed in his heart. Every second is important at this time. In his mind, the ball must be sent to the ground and let him use his footwork.

Get rid of the defensive player, or pass the ball long enough to let him run on the wing!

As a result, Cocu gave a high ball without measuring it in advance!

I had no choice but to hold my chest high at the landing point and watch the ball fall.

Close!

The spinning ball turned out to be getting closer, and Figo was getting closer and closer!

"Don't let the ball hit the ground!"

The ball was about to hit his chest. Figo had already jumped in front of him, and stretched out his legs to directly sweep towards the place where the ball fell. It was all a matter of consciousness. Under the gaze of 81,000 spectators, the moment the ball just hit his chest,

Ronaldinho shook his chest violently in response to the ball!

Relieve force, gravity!

The ball drew an L-shaped arc in the air with Ronaldinho's chest as the fulcrum, and rolled towards the front of Real Madrid's penalty area. At the same time, Ronaldinho immediately turned around to chase the ball!

"What?!"

The scene that happened in front of him made Figo's eyes widen for a moment, and he wanted to pull away and chase. However, because he stretched out his right foot to steal the ball in a hurdle position, he was unable to turn around at this time. Instead, due to the mismatch between his head and body, he fell instantly.

On the ground.

With his mouth full of mud, he raised his head and saw the red and blue No. 10 roaring loudly in front of his eyes in the wind. The man with a ponytail had already dribbled the ball diagonally towards the Real Madrid penalty area!!!

"Oh my God! Ronaldini got rid of Figo and was dribbling the ball forward at high speed! Oh my God! He is like a wild horse galloping on the grassland!"

"What a solid high-speed pass! Are Barcelona going to take the lead again? Oh! Beckham hugged him down from the side with a rugby move! Oh my God! This is a move that will get you a card!"

"There is nothing we can do! The forward penetration of Chen Mo and Messi and the running of Saviola have completely suppressed Real Madrid's entire defense line. No one can go up. For this goal, Beckham only needs to let Ronaldo

Nardinho dribbled the ball to the top of the arc, and Real Madrid was very likely to lose the ball again!"

Amid the exclamations of the commentator, Ronaldinho, who was running wildly with the ball, was thrown to the waist by Beckham with a standard foul action 40 yards away from the goal, and was knocked to the ground!

There was no pause, and before Ronaldinho even stood up and spread his hands, the referee's whistle sounded.

Beckham's yellow card plus Barcelona's free kick!

"Yellow card?! Damn it! Just a yellow card?! Are you sure you saw clearly?! This is a throw, and this is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely a red card action! Red card!!!"

"I see it very clearly. Now shut your mouth, unless you also want to get a yellow card!"

"Oh! My God, this kind of UFC action doesn't even deserve a red card?! Your level is so high!"

"Huh?! What did you say?!"

"sorry."

Puyol really wanted to take the opportunity to take Beckham off the field and roared at the referee, but the bald referee Nelson glared and reached for his butt pocket, and he immediately relented.

Chen Mo didn't pay attention to the little episode on the referee's side. He trotted up to Ronaldinho, put his hand over his mouth and said something. Ronaldinho was stunned, raised his eyebrows and laughed twice, then nodded.

This scene was captured on camera.

"Are Chen Mo and Ronaldinho discussing who will take the free kick?"

"Haha, it shouldn't be possible. This free kick is close to 40 yards from the goal. Ronaldinho's curve ball is better. He should take the penalty, and then let Chen Mo go to the penalty area to fight for the header.

Maybe this discussion is just a smokescreen."

"I think so too, okay, Real Madrid has lined up the wall, let's see if this free kick can go. Hey, Chen Mo didn't hit the wall?! What do you mean?! Isn't he going to fight for the header? He belongs to this Barcelona team

He is one of the tallest and most jumping players, eh! He is ready to run?! What do you mean?!"

The commentator exclaimed, and the audience was also excited. In a corner of the auditorium, Wenger clenched his fists instantly, and flashed in his mind the candid video sent back by the scout. The picture showed Barcelona's training base one night.

A sweaty teenager is working hard to practice long-range shots!

[Boss! His lower limbs are too strong! He.]

Before he could finish recalling the words in his mind, under the shocked gazes of the 81,000 spectators and the seven-man Real Madrid crowd including Zidane, Ronaldo and others, Chen Mo retreated to the center circle line to prepare for a run-up!

"This approach distance!"

Thinking of some possibility, Carlos's eyes widened and his scalp went numb, but Chen Mo didn't notice him at all!

He reached out and pushed his wet black hair behind his ears. He stared at the upper left corner of Real Madrid's goal with his eyes. He closed his eyes and put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. The moment his mood calmed down, Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes and instantly swung his arms to draw the bow.

Tighten up and push off the ground with the front sole of your left foot!

The huge force instantly lifted the turf, and Chen Mo even felt a strong push on his back, but he didn't pay attention to it. His eyes were fixed on the black and white ball in the distance, his arms moved faster and faster, and his entire shoulders swayed back and forth.

, at the same time, the steps are getting bigger and bigger, the more powerful they are!

"Oh my God! This running distance! Is Chen Mo going to hit the goal directly?!"

"It's so fast, he's really going to hit the door!!!"

Crazy running distance, crazy roaring commentary!

"Even faster!"

The wind whistled in his ears and the hem of his clothes rustled. Chen Mo couldn't hear anything at this time, and all he could see was the ball parked not far away!

Continuously increasing the intensity of pushing on the ground, and constantly increasing the speed of raising his legs to push on the ground, "What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more!" Like a steam train with constant firepower, Chen Mo ran faster and faster.

, the swinging of the arms becomes more and more intense!

Cadence, full!

Power, full!

Speed, full!

In a daze, the scene of practicing long-range shots on countless nights in the past two years appeared in his mind. The next moment, Chen Mo, who was swinging his arms vigorously, rushed to the ball. At this second, Chen Mo had no thoughts in his mind.

Every cell is excited and boiling! Following this strong feeling, without a trace of hesitation, I pulled my right leg back.

Pull it to the limit, and it will hit you instantly!

"boom!"

No one even saw Chen Mo's right leg whipped out like an iron whip. The next second, the ball had already crossed the turf and roared towards the wall!

Outer instep!

Heavy artillery roar!!!

"Oh my God! What ball speed is this!"

"too fast!"

The commentators and the audience, all 81,000 spectators, stood up instantly!

The next second, the ball was thrown in the air with a diagonal arc. In an instant, it passed over Figo's head on the far left side of the Real Madrid wall and hit Casillas' flying right palm!

"What kind of monster power is this?!"

It was like catching a boulder thrown hard by a top baseball player with bare hands. Severe pain came from his wrist, but what really made Casillas's eyes despair was that the ball still contained powerful power after hitting his palm.

The momentum continued unabated and was directly refracted into the net!

The net was pulled straight!

For an instant, the entire stadium fell silent, and the only sound in the huge Bernabeu stadium was the sound of Wenger's thermos cup falling to the ground.

Three seconds later, the two commentators looked at each other with microphones in hand.

"The ball went in?"

". It seems to have gone in... It has gone in, it has gone in!!! Giao!!! Goal!!! Goal!!! The ball has gone in!!! In the 83rd minute of the game, Barcelona opened up the score again,

The goal was made by Barcelona's No. 4 - CHE-N, MMMM - O!!! Oh my God! A super long free kick from 40 yards away!!! This goal will definitely be written into football history!!!

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(End of chapter)