Chapter 336: There is no flower that does not need blood to water (6)
As soon as he finished speaking, Real Madrid took the lead.
Asensio made a pass from the wing, and Wang Ai suddenly accelerated and shook off Pique, went around and swung his head to attack the goal. The football missed the goal post and knocked open the Barcelona door.
However, when Wang Ai ran to the stands to celebrate after scoring, Suarez pushed him covertly. Wang Ai looked back at him, and faced the eagerly eyed referee without any indication of letting Suarez go, and continued to be arrogant.
He changed color and opened his arms without a beating heart to signal to the cheering stands.
It was already the 85th minute of the game. Wang Ai proved that his "self-made 2:0" attribute does not matter the occasion. The fans who had been worried for most of the game finally relaxed. Even Zidane applauded repeatedly.
, even turned around and waved to the fans nearby who shouted his name, waiting for the press conference after the game.
This season, this is a double defeat of Barcelona!
Especially the top scorer, who actually scored 7 goals for Barcelona in one season. Maybe tomorrow's newspapers should call him "Barcelona Killer". Although he has scored goals against all Real Madrid opponents this season, he can be called "La Liga"
"Killer", but it's not as good as "Barcelona Killer"!
"What should I praise him for?" Zidane thought happily, although his face was still heavy.
"Don't look at me. Messi may not be able to score when he is provoked. It is always difficult for him to score, and revenge is also difficult. But as long as he has this intention, Real Madrid will be dangerous even in the last minute." Lei
Oni said calmly.
Lin Long shrank his neck. He was never afraid of Shi Wenjun, who was as sharp as a knife, but he was afraid of Xu Qinglian, who smiled all day long, and he also stayed away from Leonie, who looked down on the common people.
For friends like Lin Long, who are close but not close friends, the attitude of Wang Ai's women clearly reflects their character. Huang Xin is like a breeze with everyone, Shi Wenjun is polite but distant, Kang Si is warm and considerate,
Xu Qinglian is generous and thoughtful, but Leonie is indifferent.
So naturally, Lin Long had doubts about Leonie's words and did not dare to ask further questions.
Ever since Wang Ai scored the second goal, the Bernabeu has been on the eve of the carnival. The fans are whispering among themselves and eagerly looking forward to tomorrow's newspaper reports. If they win this game, Barcelona will completely lose their hope of winning the championship, while Real Madrid will be infinitely close.
This season's league champion.
There are still six rounds of the league left, and Real Madrid has one game less. What a brilliant achievement.
Since the rise of Barcelona, Real Madrid has never had such a big lead.
When the game reached the 90th minute, the referee looked at his watch and raised the three-minute stoppage time card on the sidelines. The fans could no longer hold back. They didn't know where to start. Gradually, the shouts of "Champion, Champion" broke through the sky.
, which made fans outside the stadium reluctant to leave without buying tickets also echoed.
Although there is one less player, they are still evenly matched with Barcelona. Real Madrid stars can't help but feel excited when they hear the fans' shouts. Just out of professionalism, they are still working hard to attack and defend, especially defense, because Messi is still
Running, coordinating, and attacking tirelessly.
It's been 92 minutes, and no one thinks Messi's efforts are meaningful. Even Leonie is secretly annoyed.
The last attack came. Barcelona passed through the middle of Real Madrid's midfield quickly, and a four-on-five pattern gradually formed. However, Barcelona was not in a hurry after dividing the sides. This allowed Wang Ai, who was still physically fit, to come back and the backcourt became
Four against six!
It seemed that Wang Ai was so oppressed that he could no longer hold the ball. A mediocre cross and a desperate transfer of the ball. Unexpectedly, Messi suddenly moved forward very quickly to face the goal post. There was someone behind him and two people in front of him.
A left-footed volley in a small space that could only be saved for a quarter of a second.
It seems that the ball speed is not fast, but it is just faster than Navas!
3:3!
The equalizer at the last moment!
Messi's kick shattered Real Madrid's dream of winning the championship in advance, shattered Real Madrid's dream of double defeating Barcelona, shattered the conclusion that two super giants > one, and shattered Real Madrid's dream of doing everything possible to stop him.
After the ball was scored, many nearby Real Madrid players lay exhausted on the grass. They tried their best to stop Messi, even ignoring their professional ethics, but they still allowed him to succeed at the last moment.
After the ball was scored, Messi ran to the visitors' stands, still looking serious, but took off his jersey to show his No. 10 jersey to the stands.
This was a provocation to Real Madrid, but it failed to activate the silent Real Madrid fans. They just looked at him blankly. Although the red and blue were so annoying, the person who raised this jersey and this flag was really
Honor was defended.
The referee came over and gave Messi a yellow card, punishing him for taking off his jersey before the game was over, but no one cared.
Wang Ai, who was nearby, watched the whole process. He couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw Messi descending from the gods. Next to him, Marcelo was still lying on the ground and didn't get up. Wang Ai glanced at him and shook his head in his heart. With Messi's physical fitness, he couldn't help but sigh.
To this day, I don’t know how many times I have been violated. Such small tricks will not scare him at all, but will anger him.
And angering a superstar, a superstar who can change the game on his own, is undoubtedly a huge risk.
When the time comes, the loser will lose the battle.
Wang Ai walked to the center circle and stepped on the ball. The referee's whistle sounded, and then again, the game was over.
The second El Clasico of the 1617 season had many twists and turns, but unexpectedly ended in a 3:3 draw.
Neither side had any intention of celebrating, and the Real Madrid fans' enthusiasm was dampened by a splash of cold water. Both sides left the field almost quietly.
Wang Ai came to the internal parking lot of the Bernabeu and silently climbed into his bulletproof Iveco. When the car drove onto the street, he sighed: "It's not easy. You are worthy of being on the same level as me."
Huang Xin smiled and said: "Tomorrow's newspaper won't say that."
Wang Ai bared his teeth: "Why, I also scored two goals, and the ones I scored should be considered better than him, right?"
Huang Xin smiled and shook his head, and Wang Ai chirped like a deflated rubber ball: "I played normally and pursued the victory, right? Others played super strong to turn the tide, right? Indeed, the publicity value is greater than mine.
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After discussing all the way, we arrived home.
Lin Long listened silently. He knew that this was a special way of communication and learning for Wang Ai's family. Just after the game, the timely exchange of feelings on the field, outside the field, in the game, and in the stands would improve both sides.
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"You actually admire him as much as I do?" Wang Ai joked as he got off the car: "Would you like to invite him over for a chat?"
"Can you invite me? What time is it?" The little beauty rolled her eyes at Wang Ai.
"Why can't I invite him? Because it's late, Barcelona has to stay in Madrid for one night, and he can't go out, and he doesn't like to go out. Isn't it an opportunity for me to invite him to relax?"
While Lin Long was afraid of disturbing him, but his heart was pounding, Wang Ai took out his black mobile phone and flipped through the phone book and dialed: "Hey, Leo, come to my house, I'll treat you to tea."
