The Midfield Master

Porto, Portugal, Dragon Stadium, Portuguese League Cup final, Maritimo vs. Benfica, the score board in the stadium shows the time is 88 minutes, the score is 1 to 1.

"Did the ball go in?"

Xia Ze was lying on the ground, with his right hand lightly pressing on his forehead, his eyes were blurred, and the sky was full of stars twinkling.

"Hey, Xia Ze, what's the matter with you?" Quaresma's concerned voice came from above, Xia Ze wanted to speak, but found it uncontrollable.

The referee stopped the game immediately, and Maritimo's team doctor quickly ran into the field. Before them, a white figure ran to the penalty area of ​​Benfica at a faster speed. After Xia Ze fell, Zhang Wei was very worried. He ran over, he didn't want any accidents for his brother.

Martins stood on the coach's bench, looking forward, but there was a look of guilt in his eyes.

The dragon stadium was quiet. Although Maritimo had just tied the score, after their fans found that Xia Ze had fallen to the ground, the excitement of celebrating just now disappeared. There was only worry, whispering and discussing among each other.

Hua Yan and Wang Xiaolin looked worriedly at Benfica's penalty area. Xia Ze, who was surrounded by team doctors, still couldn't stand up at this time, which made them very worried.

"Ozawa, please don't let anything happen, your stage has just started." Wang Xiaolin prayed in her heart.

"Let's take a look at the slow motion. What happened just now?" The TV screen began to replay the moment when Xia Ze scored just now, and Zhan Jun looked at the live broadcast signal and explained with concern: "Ah, this is Gareth's top shot." The back of Xia Ze's head is quite serious now, I hope Xia Ze won't have too many problems."

"Boy, can you hear me clearly? How do you feel now?" The team doctor's voice came from the side.

"Head...very dizzy..." Xia Ze said with difficulty.

"It should have hit your head, you do as I say..." After the team doctor initially judged Xia Ze's injury, he began to know that Xia Ze used breathing to adjust himself.

After the team doctor's treatment and a period of rest, Xia Ze finally regained his strength, and his dizzy mind became much clearer at this time.

When he was supported by the team doctor and stood up from the ground, more than 50,000 spectators applauded him. Four days ago, this young man had just experienced a car accident. He fell to the ground just now, which made all the fans worry about him.

After Xia Ze stood up, he walked towards the sidelines while raising his right hand to signal the direction of the stands.

The direction in which he raised his hand was the stand where Wang Xiaolin was.

Wang Xiaolin saw Xia Ze raised his hand to indicate to herself that he was fine, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her tense nerves.

When Xia Ze fell to the ground for treatment, the game time had already reached 90 minutes. After Xia Ze walked out of the sidelines to continue treatment, the referee directly signaled for 5 minutes of extra time, and the game continued.

Maritimo was on the bench, and Martins had already warmed up a player to replace Xia Ze.

"Xia Ze, you have already helped the team equalize the score, don't take any more risks." Martins said with concern from the side.

"Yes, for safety's sake, you shouldn't play any more at this time." The team doctor was also worried about Xia Ze's health. "

"Coach, I feel good now, I want to lead the team to defeat the opponent!" Xia Ze said firmly without listening to the opinions of the two.

Martins looked at Xia Ze's resolute expression, although he felt ashamed, he didn't insist any more, just walked over and patted Xia Ze on the shoulder.

After Xia Ze got the signal from the referee, he re-entered the game, and the Maritimo fans immediately burst into thunderous applause and cheers, welcoming the hero of his team back.

"Xiao Ze, are you okay?" Zhang Wei took the opportunity to run to Xia Ze's side and asked with concern.

"I'm fine!"

...

In the subsequent 5 minutes stoppage time, neither side created enough offensive opportunities to score, and this game was dragged into overtime.

"At the end of 90 minutes, Benfica and Maritimo drew 1-1,

Will go to overtime. It was Gaitan and Xia Ze who scored goals for both sides. In this game, Xia Ze took over the game within 15 minutes after he came on the field, risking injury and scoring the equalizer goal for the team. "

"Let's go to a commercial first. After the commercial comes back, we will immediately send you an overtime game." After Zhan Jun finished speaking, he stood up from his seat in the studio, twisted his waist, and talked to the cameraman and director beside him. talking.

At this time, it was already 5:30 in the morning in Beijing, and the sky was slightly pale. The match in Portugal was not over yet. Two young players from China were using their efforts to win the championship for the first time in their careers. Fighting for a trophy.

"Listen, we need to control the midfield in overtime. While ensuring the strength of the defense, we should play two more wings. The opponent's full backs have no energy, and wipe them with speed!" In the locker room, Martin Si told his players.

The team doctor and other substitutes helped Quaresma massage the muscles of several players who had played the full 90 minutes of the game to cope with the next 30 minutes of overtime.

In the Benfica locker room, Quick Flores looked at the dejected players in front of him. They were only a few minutes away from winning the trophy, but now they let Xia Ze equalize the score and drag the game into overtime.

"Heads up! We still have a chance to score a second goal, they don't have a defensive midfielder now, wait to strengthen the pressure of the midfielder, get the possession of the midfielder back, and beat them!" Flores Motivate the players.

The Benfica players slowly raised their heads and their confidence gradually improved.

Beep——

The referee blew the whistle, and overtime began. In this decisive battle at the Dragon Stadium, after the news that Xia Ze was absent before the game, the outside world believed that Benfica would undoubtedly win. But one hour before the start of the game, people found Xia Ze's name in Maritimo's team roster, but they had another expectation for this game.

The gaming company quickly adjusted the winning odds of the two sides an hour before the game. Xia Ze's existence was considered an uncertain factor.

The trend of the game is also the same, Benfica dominated the first 80 minutes and scored a goal. But after Xia Ze came off the bench, he quickly regained Maritimo's disadvantage on the court, and evened the score at the last moment, dragging the game into overtime.

In extra time, the players on both sides followed the instructions of the coach and competed fiercely in the midfield. Gaitan didn't dare to underestimate the young Chinese player after he was defeated by Xia Ze; and Xia Ze couldn't take advantage of Gaitan who was not weaker than him.

The first half of the overtime game ended in a fierce battle for control of the midfield. After the referee blew the whistle, the players of both sides immediately lay down on the grass, and their teammates helped them massage and stretch. After more than 100 minutes of fierce fighting, some players have already exhausted their physical strength, lying on the lawn and panting.

"There's still 15 minutes left, keep going!" Martins cheered among Maritimo's players.

"Xia Ze, take a long shot if you have a chance. It is very difficult to break through to the penalty area now." Martins ordered beside Xia Ze.

Xia Ze nodded, expressing his understanding.

It was already past 10 p.m. in Portugal at this time, and the fans who had watched the game for more than two hours in the Dragon Stadium did not feel tired at all, and they became more nervous at the last moment.

Neither Benfica fans nor Maritimo fans have the confidence to ensure that their team can win the final victory, because neither side can determine the advantage on the field at this time, and neither is sure to break through the opponent's goal.

Although the score was 1 to 1, the process of the game was full of twists and turns, which was extremely exciting.

After a few minutes of rest, the second half of overtime began. Under Martins' urging, Xia Ze tried two long-range shots, but unfortunately they couldn't break through the gate of Benfica. Under the leadership of Gaitan, Benfica also organized several attacks, but they were all resolved by the defense led by Zhang Wei.

The double counters put too much energy on midfield control and solid defense, and failed to resolve the battle within 120 minutes.

The game was dragged into a penalty shootout!

Martins and the coaching team walked into the field from the bench, and while the players rested, they arranged the order of penalty kicks in the penalty shootout.

"Ricciardo, you play the first one." Martins said to Quaresma.

"Okay, leave it to me." Quaresma said firmly.

Although he is not the first penalty shooter in many teams, he still has a lot of penalty kick experience in his more than ten years of professional career. In the entire Maritimo team, he has the most experience in competitions, and the first goal of the penalty shootout is the most stressful. It is undoubtedly the most correct choice for him to take the penalty.

"Dicko, you punish the second one." Martins looked at the young Dike.

"Okay, I can." Dick said confidently.

"Artur is the third, Deeley is the fourth, as for the fifth..." Martins quickly determined the order of the first four free throws, and when the equally critical fifth free thrower, his gaze It fell on Xia Ze.

"Xia Ze, can you take the fifth penalty kick?" Martins asked, but his tone was firm.

"Yes." Xia Ze said briefly and firmly.

The opponent's goal didn't say much, as long as one sentence, he could express his attitude. When he was in the R\u0026F youth team, he was the first penalty shooter in the team. The difficult life since he was a child has cultivated his perseverance. No matter what kind of opponent he faces, he will not waver in any way. As long as he stands on the penalty spot, he will end the game.

Seeing Xia Ze's firm expression, Martins nodded in satisfaction, quickly determined the order of the next free throws, and handed over the list to the referee.

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