Pellegrini, who was standing in the command area, had objections to the handling of the ball and shouted at Portillo: "Pass the ball, Saviola is open!"
Portillo is a native Spanish player and Saviola is an Argentinian. Of course, the local gang classifies Saviola as a member of the South American gang.
Everyone inside Malaga knows the reason for this goal.
As time went by, Mallorca gradually adapted to Malaga's rhythm, and the situation became stalemate. The two sides continued to test from both sides in order to find the weak points of the opponent's defense.
In the 27th minute of the first half, Malaga once again got a good chance to score: Isco organized the attack and handed the ball to Fernandez on the left.
Portillo made a beautiful turn, got rid of the defense around him and immediately ran forward.
As long as Fernandez makes a diagonal pass, Portillo will get a single chance.
But the Uruguayan forward did not pass the ball, but chose to break through when the opponent's two defenders were present.
"No!……"
Portillo yelled angrily.
Fernandez ultimately failed to break through and was intercepted by the opponent.
What made the Malaga fans very dissatisfied was that Mallorca immediately launched a quick counterattack. After three quick passes, they sent the football to the feet of Castano who quickly came in on the right.
Castano immediately accelerated after a fake move, got rid of Monreal's defense, and entered the penalty area with a low shot!
The football flew past Caballero's right side and into the net!
"Beep!..."
As the referee's whistle sounded to confirm that the goal was valid, the Mallorca fans, who were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, cheered.
One to zero, Mallorca takes the lead in the away game!
At this time, Portillo was still arguing with Fernandez in the frontcourt.
Fellegrini, who was standing in the command area, looked extremely ugly.
Damn it, if this continues...
It seems that the problem between the local gang and the South American gang in the team must be resolved.
After the game restarted, Malaga, which was lagging behind, stepped up its attack.
In the 34th minute of the first half, Fernandez got a long-range shot opportunity outside the penalty area, and the ball missed the goal.
They made a comeback five minutes later. Isco moved to the wing, successfully broke through and passed the football to the goal.
This is a perfect opportunity, as long as you touch the football, you may score a goal.
However, Fernandez failed to touch the football due to interference from the opponent's defender!
Malaga missed their best chance to equalize the score!
In the 45th minute of the first half, Malaga once again got a chance to score.
Isco took a corner kick, and center back Demichelis overwhelmed the opponent's defender and hit the goal with a fierce header!
The football was miraculously blocked by Mallorca goalkeeper Abate.
This is a perfect opportunity for a follow-up shot, Fernandez and Saviola move towards the ball.
An unexpected scene happened: Saviola, who was closer to the football, failed to complete the shot. Fernandez behind him lowered his center of gravity and shot.
Not only did this kick not touch the football, it actually knocked Saviola down!
The Mallorca defender was overjoyed and immediately made a clearance, completely resolving the crisis in front of the goal.
"Damn, what are you doing?"
Malaga fans are angry.
You have wasted opportunities again and again, and now you have to put down your own people!
"Shh!..."
I don’t know who took the lead, but huge boos erupted in the Rose Garden.
What can Pellegrini do in this situation?
He could only kick over the water bottle on the sidelines angrily.
In the stoppage time, neither side made any achievements. After three minutes of stoppage time, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
The starting players of both sides returned to the locker room.
As a substitute player, Li Chuanqi used this time to enter the field with other teammates to practice with the ball.
"Show me off!"
Liage suddenly shouted at Li Chuanqi.
"Brother, give them a show!"
My younger sister Li Xiaofeng is not to be outdone.
Show off?
Li Chuanqi thought for a while and gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he understood.
"How will Li show off?"
Miguel became excited and asked Liag: "Perform a whip of God?"
Liage replied expressionlessly: "I don't know."
On the court, Li Chuanqi made a decision after thinking for a moment.
Maradona can kick a football falling from the sky more than fifty times in a row, so let me show it too.
One time during training this summer, he had a sudden idea and tried it several times at the Malaga training base.
Li Chuanqi feels that she can perform now.
Walking near the center circle, Li Chuanqi gently picked up the football with his toes, and then kicked the football into the air with great force.
"What is this for?"
MiG's mind was full of questions: "Is this a prelude?"
Liage frowned slightly, he didn't know what Li Chuanqi was going to do.
On the court, the football flew more than thirty meters and then fell. Then Li Chuanqi directly kicked the football into the sky again!
"this……"
Miguel was still full of questions.
"two!"
Liage seemed to know what Li Chuanqi was going to do and started counting.
Pablo also understood and asked Liag: "How many kicks can he play?"
Liage replied expressionlessly: "How do I know? I have never seen his performance before."
Miguel said: "Ten..."
Words kept popping out of Liage's mouth:
"three!"
"Four!"
"five!"
…
"Ten! Ten! Already ten!"
Miguel said loudly.
The Malaga fans in the stands looked at Li Chuanqi playing football in the center of the stadium, and their expressions slowly began to change.
"eleven!"
"twelve!"
They also counted like Liag.
Like a contagious disease, the count is growing and even Mallorca fans are getting involved.
The substitute players from both sides who were originally at the event stopped and looked at Li Chuanqi like the fans in the stands.
"Twenty-five!"
"Twenty-six!"
At this moment, Li Chuanqi became the focus of attention of the entire stadium.
"Thirty-five!"
"Thirty-six!"
Some fans who wanted to go to the toilet when the football landed had to hold back because they wanted to see how many times Li Chuanqi would kick the ball.
"forty!"
"Forty-one!"
Li Xiaofeng counted with others while observing other people's expressions.
She saw the shock on Pablo's face, the dementia on Miguel's face, and Liag's flushed face.
"Fifty-five!"
"Fifty-six!"
"I heard that Maradona kicked fifty-seven that time! Is Li going to surpass Maradona?!"
"Fifty-seven! Stop talking!"
Liage pursed his lips and swallowed hard.
Miguel said loudly and excitedly: "Damn it, Li didn't play in the game and has become the focus of the audience!"
He shouted to the instigator next to him: "Have you thought of it?"
Liage ignored him.
Li Xiaofeng stopped counting and asked her elder brother Li Chuanrui: "Brother! Why are they so excited? Is it amazing that my brother plays football like this?"
Li Chuanrui laughed and said: "It's nothing great to kick one or two like this. Many people can do it, but no one can do it so many times in a row."
"At least I haven't heard of it!"
Itura yelled at his fellow South American gang members beside him: "Damn it! He must have been preparing for this day for a long time!
It’s so shameless. In order to attract attention, you secretly practice these useless things!”
No one responded to him.
Santa Cruz wanted to respond to him, but he was afraid that the words would be too hurtful - you can also practice and see how many kicks you can play in a row.
The group of reporters on the sidelines have put down their cameras, and they have already taken pictures that should be taken.
While they were watching the footballs flying up and down, they began to discuss:
"This feeling of the ball..."
"Do you think Messi can do it?"
"It should be okay..."
“Malaga has found a treasure!”
"I finally understand why the 'Leave a Li' operation that swept the entire city took place in Malaga!"
