Messi's talent exceeds that of Henry, but talent is not his body. Comparing the two, the thin Messi is completely blown away in front of the tall Henry.
Henry puffed up his chest, easily removed the ball, circled his body, and walked directly from Messi's inside line.
Messi tried hard to intercept Henry, but in front of Henry's thick body, he couldn't intercept it at all. Moreover, the opponent was dribbling the ball skillfully and quickly, and there was no chance for him to make a move.
"go!"
“Thierry w..
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…
Since their team was still charging at the last moment, the passion of Arsenal fans naturally increased. The rumbling cheers roared over the Stade de France as Henry quickly entered, and the suffocating feeling once again enveloped France.
Stadium.
Xavi, Deco and even Ronaldinho rushed to the left almost instinctively. They also knew that it was empty, but it was so deadly that they could not let it be empty. The monster had already rushed forward quickly.
, he must press Henry there, start a tug-of-war there, and delay time.
Barcelona's defense was extremely compressed, while Arsenal was also moving quietly, but it was a rapid change. Henry walked five or six meters. From the beginning to the end, he did not go inside, but returned to the position where he just debuted.
, winger.
"Bang!" Seeing Barcelona's midfielders rushing towards him, it was time. Henry directly made a powerful long pass. The ball flew past the half court and flew quickly towards the left side of Barcelona's penalty area.
"Dennis, Denis! Thierry found Denis! Tacit cooperation, tacit cooperation." No.
"Barcelona can't let Denis catch the ball in that position, it can't be caught, it's too dangerous!"
…
The commentators who were originally waiting for overtime opened their eyes wide. They did not expect Arsenal's attack to be so sharp this time. It did not pass through the midfield at all. They directly passed the ball to the player who had just come on.
Bergkamp, in the penalty area, was in a position where he could hit the target. Arsenal's last attack seemed to have the possibility of a decisive victory, and the storm was about to come. The anxious Barcelona commentator shouted, 'Don't let him catch it.
'.
But he is only a commentator for Barcelona, not a player, and his words have no meaning at all. Even if he is a Barcelona player, most of the decision-making power for this ball lies at the feet of Bergkamp.
Pulling, pulling, squeezing... Bergkamp had already started to take action the moment Henry passed the ball. Although the famous player is dying, Bergkamp has not relaxed at all this season, because he knows that as long as Arsenal needs him,
He must play and do his best without letting himself have any regrets.
Taking the ball Bergkamp style.
Bergkamp did not jump for the top. Instead, he let the ball fly down and got ahead of Iniesta. He jumped slightly, stretched out a long leg, and in the air, the outside of Bergkamp's toes lightly touched
One hook.
With just such a hook, Bergkamp not only controlled the ball, but also changed its trajectory. After landing, he turned around and retracted his toes. The ball was perfectly held at his feet, and it even deflected Iniesta's reach.
Defensively, get out of an angle.
As a former teammate of Bergkamp, Van Bronckhorst was too familiar with Bergkamp's movements. Seeing Bergkamp's stretch in the air, he knew that Iniesta had no way to defend him.
Therefore, he pounced on Bergkamp almost in the first move. Sure enough, Iniesta's movements were completely in line with Bergkamp's rhythm. With just one press, he gave up the line.
, leaving a huge hole.
Bergkamp pressed Iniesta, but did not choose to continue pressing in. He only needed to send the ball, sending a nanny-style cross.
Empty!
Although Barcelona's entire team rushed into the penalty area, they left the area outside their penalty area empty.
Oleg's dismissal and Henry taking the ball on the left forced Xavi and Deco to shift their attention here, and Van Bronckhorst also came to cover Bergkamp, and Barcelona's goal was also missed.
come out.[
A figure has already appeared there.
"Xiao!!!"
“Barcelona is finished!!!”
…
At this time, only Xiao Ge could still have such strong physical strength and such strong passion.
From the moment Bergkamp came on, what Arsenal wanted was not overtime at all, but the championship. When Wenger replaced him, he was arranging the final attack. He was betting, a shocking bet.
Fortunately, the old man made the right bet. Under the frantic pressing of his own players, the opponent did not choose to control the ball in the last few dozen seconds. After seeing Xiao Ge arrive as scheduled, Wenger, who was standing on the sidelines, smiled.
Smiling so proudly, he knew he had won the bet.
No one thought that Arsenal could have such a calculation in the last few dozen seconds, let alone that Xiao Ge had such a strong sense of presence, and it was him everywhere.
A white shadow appeared in front of the camera, and the leg covered with gauze faced the ball.
Although Xiao Ge detoured from the left to the center, Bergkamp's delivery was quite perfect. He caught up with Xiao Ge's step, pulled his right foot, turned his body, and faced the goal.
With the neutral position and the angle, Xiao Ge stared at Bai Ying with his deep eyes, showing a hint of madness and strong desire to conquer. This season, his left foot, which contains more powerful power, quickly lifted up and hemmed.
"Bang!" The cannon stone, the cannon stone that blasted the sky.
There is no skill, only strength, a naked sense of conquest, pulling the ball and hitting the goal, all in one go, completely unleashing Xiao Ge's absolutely miraculous metamorphosis.
There was no spin, huge power was added, and the ball even roared and shot in front of Valdez.
'Ready, ready.'
Valdez, who was flying through the air and stretching his body as much as possible, was praying like a mantra, even though when he focused his eyes again, the ball was already in front of him.
“Shua!!!!!!”
The silent Stade de France could be clearly heard for an instant, and everything froze in an instant. At this moment, the entire Stade de France seemed to have been hit by Xiao Ge's rapid bullet, and a sense of superiority appeared in several pairs of eyes.
Everything was empty and only the crisp sound echoed.
There were no accidents. A normal shot. A normal save. It’s just that this normal save failed to defeat that normal shot. It’s that simple, extremely ordinary.
'Finally, the last ball, it's over. Yes, it's over. It's always so simple for any prosperity to fade away.'
"call"
Xiao Ge didn't know how big the last ball he hit was. At the moment he got the ball, he only thought about shooting. With a strong desire, he used his last strength, and everything ended like this. There was no such thing as the highest point.
Magnificent, everything returned to calm. The stadium with 80,000 people, the focus of the whole world, was only silent at this time. Xiao Ge, who was panting rapidly, silently looked at the ball that was still tearing at the net, with that always 'ferocious' look in his eyes.
There was a trace of emptiness. It slowly turned into an extremely distant gaze, passing through the stadium, penetrating the stands, and leaving France...[
Xiao Ge, who had no focus, let Bergkamp knock him down, let the figures that he could not see clearly press on his body, and his mind also accepted what the roars and roars were saying.
Henry, Fabregas, Ljungberg... When everything was about to end, Xiao Ge was finally able to see them clearly, and he was one of them at this time.
“fuk,fuk,fuk!!!”
"Damn it! God, thank you for sending this asshole!!!"
"Xiao, you are the fucking greatest, the greatest!"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, baby!!!"
…
Finally received their message, they are still so vulgar.
"Champion, champion, Xiao, we are the champions!!!"
Some of the noisy voices were correct. Fabregas, with a distorted face, shouted excitedly. Xiao Ge finally realized what goal had been scored. The championship belongs to us.
"The ball is in, the ball is in! The championship, the championship is ours!!! Baby, I love you, I love you, baby!!!"
Senke completely lost control. He hugged the Barcelona commentator who was crying and kissed him without paying any attention to the opponent's punches and kicks. His extreme excitement made him forget about external feelings.
This is the Arsenal fans. The moment Xiao Ge scored, they completely lost control and trembled. The Stade de France was trembling. Even in a solid building, they could not bear the "rage", shouts and cries of tens of thousands of people.
Sounds..., hugs, kisses..., Arsenal fans completely released their emotions. At that moment, they felt that they had really ascended to heaven, if it were not that hell was too close to them.
Like mourning a concubine, miserable cries and desperate sadness solidified on the faces of Barcelona fans. In just forty-five seconds, everything was over and everything was taken away. They felt like they were standing naked in the cold and windy night.
A cold, dark hell.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!" "Champion, the championship is ours, it is ours!!!"
…
At that moment, seven or eight hungry wolves rushed out of Arsenal's bench and roared loudly. If they hadn't had any sense left, these excited players and staff would have rushed into the field crazily. They would have clenched their fists in celebration.
Celebrating with hugs, celebrating with jumping...all kinds of celebration methods, they all still gave out that powerful and domineering sound. The champion is ours!!!
There was a thud, not with fear in his heart, but with an indifferent release. Wenger, who clenched his fists, relaxed in an instant.
"It's in, the ball is in, haha." Wenger was dumbfounded and smiled a little silly. His blood had been completely released when Xiao Ge scored the previous goal. Now all he has is the detachment of a peak person.
Since he had laid out that tactic, he believed that Xiao Ge could advance.
When he really made it and won the championship, Wenger was like a child holding a huge sugar bucket, smiling happily. That was the highest satisfaction.
Holding his head and taking a long breath, Rijkaard, who was completely defeated, suddenly raised his head and looked at the starry sky, unwilling to accept it. In this game, he had no chance to use forward tactics. Messi, Ronaldinho, ha.
Wei, Iniesta, and Deco have a talented midfielder, but they cannot release it perfectly. Rijkaard is somewhat regretful that he does not have time.
But in the regret, there is a kind of relief. Rijkaard has felt the end of time, and a kind of relief has also followed. Although he does not want to admit it, Rijkaard knows that he has been completely conquered by that man. His
Strength makes manpower.
Suffering, this game was absolutely torturous for the two head coaches, but Rijkaard was in extreme pain. Each of the four goals was like a naked knife piercing his chest, so
It was a kind of painful struggle, and the last knife killed me because of that man.
"Xiao..."
ps: Thanks for the amazing reward, thank you. (To be continued...)
