Section 57: The Golden Boy Shines in Monaco (Act 7: Dragon Transformation)
Raul Gonzalez, who had been smiling for almost the entire game, and his former teammate Morientes, now of Monaco, had stood up, just like more than 10,000 Monaco fans. Although
There were two minutes left in the game. However, the visiting team's substitute who attracted everyone's attention seemed to have unlimited possibilities in two minutes!
We scored eight goals, how could we still lose? This is simply a magical world!
Morientes put his hands on both sides of Qingxu's mouth and yelled into the field, ignoring that his teammates couldn't hear him.
As a good friend, Raul knows his friend's anxiety, just like the singing and dancing Depor fans and the dull Monaco fans. There are only two minutes left. Why are the leaders crying and the ones lagging behind seem to be winning?
From being behind 3:8, we caught up to 7:8! What made Raul even more alert and surprised was that this young player from the Far East seemed to have brought something different to Deportivo. Even in the past few years
Real Madrid is at a low point, and Raul doesn't think Depor is a great opponent. It's not because of the fishing village team's civilian status, but because he feels that this team is too quiet and it is difficult to have a breakthrough performance. It is as stable as inert metal.
, those who can win will not lose, and those who can lose will not win. Once the head coach makes a tactical mistake like in this game, he will surprise his opponents and leave himself panic. If such a team encounters in a big competition
Wealthy families with deep foundations often fail because of sudden outbursts.
But now, with the dramatic situation on the court, in Raul's eyes, Depor's power evenly distributed on each player is shrinking towards a starting point, from 11 stars to one star, one with command.
A superstar with incredible power.
The difference between a superstar and a star is this: He will always rely on his strong self-confidence at critical moments to turn decay into magic! This is a symbol of an excellent civilian team that has crossed the boundaries of luxury and greatness.
Thinking of this, Raul couldn't help but think of his own Galaxy Battleship. Seven superstars gathered together, but it did not bring about a direct jump in combat effectiveness. Instead, it became mediocre. The stars who could have been the core came together, but there was no core.
Look at this current Depor team. After catching up to 7:8 and kicking off again, almost everyone got excited. Look at Scaloni, wow! He actually passed through the crotch! Look at David
·Silva, oh ho! He turned around and made a through ball!
In Raul's eyes, the whole Deportivo team is performing at a super level! On the contrary, the little guy who brought endless surprises has become a lot duller. This is the core value of the team. He can ignite the passion and creativity of the whole team.
Under the torrent of impact from Deportivo, Monaco's defense was crumbling. With Deschamps almost rushing into the field and yelling, he managed to hold on, holding on second by second.
There are 120 seconds! 100 seconds! 80 seconds! 60 seconds! 40 seconds!
The players of Depor have forgotten the time and are fighting with all their heart. The fans of Depor have also forgotten the time and are shouting with all their heart.
However, Wang Ai did not forget it! He received a cross from Belleron while running. He made an emergency stop and shook off Rodriguez. He dribbled the ball in the center towards the goal and met Jivi. Wang Ai's
The upper body swayed at high speed, but at the moment of passing, the ball was passed to Victor on the other side.
Maybe he was exhausted? He almost missed the ball!
After receiving the ball, Victor quickly dribbled the ball forward. Just as he was passing someone, he got caught on the opponent's defender's foot that stretched out to intercept the football, and they both fell down together.
The referee's whistle sounded on time.
Surrounded by the explanations and complaints from the Monaco players, the referee hesitated a little, but still firmly gave a direct free kick. A foul is a foul, and I will not give it any less just because the visiting team has a free kick master.
Here. If such a game is delayed by my own misjudgment, my career will almost be over.
The Monaco defender lay on the ground and spent the last thirty seconds resolutely.
Under the encouraging eyes of his teammates, Wang Ai stood behind the football.
The teammates were scattered around. Even though this was the last kick and even though they were very tired after the excitement, no one sat down. Instead, they clung to each other and waited for the verdict of fate.
Belleron put his arm around Silva's shoulders, and Silva suddenly bent slightly, raised his head, and said with a frown: "Juan, look at the Doctor's right calf, is it red?"
Beleron stared intently, his heart pounding, and he quickly stepped forward, squatted down and took a closer look. He saw a large stain of blood that had soaked through the thick socks.
Beleron didn't dare to tell Wang Ai. He stood up and patted his teammate on the shoulder: "How is it? Can it be done?"
Wang Ai's activity: "I'm a little uncomfortable, but it's okay. Don't delay."
"How about I or Pandiani do it for you?" Belleron asked with concern.
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head, leaned closer and whispered: "If I can't kick it in, call me Venus; if you can't kick it in, call me Judas."
Belle was stunned for a moment, then realized. This last goal was the shot that determined the outcome of this game that was destined to go down in history. If Wang Ai didn't score, people would only feel regretful and feel sorry for him. After all, he had already scored.
Four. And if others failed to score, the media would describe them as traitors, saying that they had desecrated this great game and the outstanding performance of their teammates.
When he thought about what sports media all over Spain, Europe, and even the world had said in unison, and often criticized him for decades, Belleron... turned around and left.
The Depor fans stared wide-eyed, covered their mouths, and refused to make a sound. Monaco people were praying, and the Louis II Stadium was as quiet as the forest in the early morning.
The strange feeling in his legs made Wang Ai feel that he might not be able to make a powerful volley. He was afraid that he was not strong enough and would be caught by the opponent's goalkeeper no matter how difficult the angle was. If he chose a precise angle or a wide arc, he seemed to be a little out of control.
How to do it?
Wang Ai squatted down, rearranged the football, took five steps back, and stared at the opposite wall, goalkeeper and goal. He concentrated all his attention and forgot everything around him.
Five, four, three, two, one! Wang Ai hit the middle part of the football hard with his toe.
The ball was unexpectedly slow. Roma was already preparing to pounce, but upon seeing this, they hurriedly adjusted back and stared at the trajectory of the ball in the air.
The football flew to the left, and Roma staggered to the left to prepare for the save. Then, the football suddenly turned to the right!
Roma tried to maintain its balance, moved again, and just when it was about to take off, the football suddenly turned back to the left!
Roma: "Coach, come and see the aliens!"
Under Roma's dull eyes, the football flew lightly into the goal.
Weird two changes of direction in the air, a standard Juninho-style free kick!
With three whistles of different lengths, the stadium was quiet for less than a second before it started to boil.
Wang Ai opened his arms, turned around and jumped up. In front of him were teammates, coaches, team doctors, and press officers running from all directions.
