Pampas waist

Chapter 61 Mateus

"Gah!!! A very beautiful goal! Hey! Wait, Leon didn't celebrate the goal. Chen Mo and Ramos are lying outside the penalty area. What is going on?!"

"The slow-motion replay is here. Look here. In order to send out an assist, Chen Mo did not choose to slow down when facing Ramos, who was rushing towards him. Instead, he kicked the ground twice! Oh! Not only Chen Mo, but also Ramos.

Without slowing down, his forehead hit his chin, and the two of them collided! Hiss - both of them were knocked over, it looked really painful!"

The commentator bared his teeth and saw the slow motion on the big screen. The audience on the sidelines gasped and stretched their necks to observe the situation on the field.

"Is everything okay, Xiao Mo!"

Messi was the first to rush forward, with an anxious look on his face. Chen Mo hadn't fully recovered from the violent impact. He forced himself to sit up and even, with stars in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and rubbed his bleeding forehead with his right hand: "That's it.

It hurts a little, it’s not a big problem, did the ball go in?”

What the audience saw on the screen seemed to be a collision between two fast-moving trains. It was extremely tragic. However, whether it was Ramos who took the initiative or Chen Mo, they both understood that the other side was a player who would never back down. Therefore,

At the moment of impact, Chen Mo had already tightened his vital parts. The seemingly crazy impact only caused a large bleeding bump on his forehead.

"You guy."

Seeing that Chen Mo was fine, Messi breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Of course the ball was scored. But the ball just now was too dangerous. Just try a free kick next time I dive."

"Hahaha, why are you pretending to be the right customer? It's you. Can you dive?"

Chen Mo jumped up and took Messi into his arms, stroking his black hair. After a while, Barcelona players came running to celebrate.

In the audience on the sidelines, the Atletico Madrid coach sighed: "Sure enough, just like the reports collected by the scouts, this little guy likes to design traps for his opponents."

"He is indeed a troublesome guy. Just now I thought he was going to join the front line as a fulcrum, but he turned out to be just a feint. I like this guy more and more." Torres sighed helplessly, and at the same time looked at Chen Mo's eyes.

His eyes became more and more eager, and the Atletico Madrid coach smiled and said: "Hahaha, no forward will dislike him! But he did a very good job, and he deceived me with that goal just now."

"Oh? The coach was also fooled?"

Torres had a teasing expression, and the Atletico Madrid coach gestured with his palms and said with a smile: "Yes, I made the same judgment as you at the beginning. He entered the forward line to be a fulcrum. In fact, strictly speaking, it is not just you and me, at least the players on the field are

The Villa players were also deceived, so when he retreated to the midfield, Sevilla's defense was confused and loosened for a moment. The defense didn't know whether to step out, and the midfield defense didn't know.

Should it be recovered? At this moment, Garcia cut into the middle to create a wall, and Messi retreated. In this case, it was difficult for Sevilla's two defense lines to react immediately, which gave it to

Messi and him have the opportunity to face the opponent one-on-one. However, I remember that the scouting report said that his foot skills are not delicate and his ability to escape is very weak."

Thomas smiled and said: "It seems that a certain scout has neglected his duty. When I played with him a few months ago, his ability to get rid of him was already good, but I didn't expect that he would improve after not seeing each other for a while.

It’s so big. Coach, dig him over!”

"You think I don't want to? Barcelona people are so easy to poach."

The Atletico Madrid coach rolled his eyes helplessly, but it was not just Torres who was paying attention to Chen Mo at this time.

In the other corner of the stadium, the Bayern team was sitting at attention. The coach looked at Schweinsteiger, who looked serious next to him: "He has made great progress and is definitely one of the strong contenders for this cup. Bastian,

Are you confident you can beat him?"

"I won't lose to him again!"

Schweinsteiger's face was expressionless, with a sharp light in his eyes. The Bayern coach nodded secretly, turned to the man in trench coat and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lothar, what do you think about recruiting this little guy to Bayern?"

?Although he is only less than fourteen years old, what he has shown is more of a football intelligence. This trait will only increase with experience and age. As long as there are no major injuries in the future, he will definitely become a first-class player.

"

Lothar Matthäus nodded: "Indeed, his playing style is fierce, his skills are considered delicate for this age group, and his overall perspective is also outstanding. This little guy has the potential to become the world's top midfielder, but if he can be

Come on, you've already started, haven't you?"

"Oh, you are right, but the problem is not money. This little guy's contract has a termination fee of 30,000 euros. This money is simply a bargain for his talent, but he himself is unwilling to leave LaLiga.

Marcia." The Bayern coach smiled, then turned to look pleading: "But if you, the superstar, personally invite you, he will definitely join us at Bayern!"

"Let me invite a 14-year-old kid? Or an Argentinian? Lucas, what kind of international joke are you kidding?!"

Matthäus suddenly changed his face, and Bayern coach Lucas immediately shrank his head. After such an episode, Matthäus, who was traveling and vacationing and met the Bayern youth training team, no longer paid attention to the Bayern coach. He focused on the court.

On the two Argentinian teenagers.

Gradually, fifteen years ago, the scene of the 1986 World Cup final between Germany and Argentina came to mind again.

"Hand of God? To hell with that!"

.

"Oh, God bless, it seems that both little guys are fine. If they are injured in the first game, it will definitely be a big loss for this Mercedes-Benz Champions Cup and the fans! Okay, fans.

, with the goal of teenager Messi, in the 82nd minute of the second half, Barcelona and Sevilla were tied again!"

"Yes, the suspense is rising again. In the next ten minutes or so, the two teams will decide the winner of the first game of this cup! Well, Chen Mo and Ramos received simple disinfection on the sidelines to stop the bleeding.

Finally, now they are back on the court again! Let’s wait and see what exciting performances they will bring us next!”

As the referee blew his whistle, Sevilla served in the center circle.

Like before, Sevilla started to play in the backcourt after serving. It seemed that a draw was completely acceptable to them. However, as time passed bit by bit, Chen Mo was keenly aware that Sevilla

The mentality of the players seemed to have changed. Facing Barcelona, ​​which had only ten men left but was still pressing forward, their positions began to move forward a little bit. The Sevilla forwards who had originally retreated began to press against the Barcelona back line.

Waiting to steal the ball and counterattack at any time.

"They don't want to end in a draw?!"

The thought came up, and Chen Mo felt happy.

I'm not afraid of you attacking, I'm afraid you'll defend!

(End of chapter)