radicalducati Chapter 358
Chapter 358
"We are Liverpool! Never give up! Never give up! Never walk alone!!!"
"Firmino, he stood up, stood up for the team, and scored a goal!"
The situation changed again. Seeing that they were about to win but were equalized, the Real Madrid players couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.
Because in the past they were the kings of the Champions League and the kings of comebacks in the Champions League.
But the direction of the situation now is completely different from their past experiences. It seems that they have become the team that is always tied and equalized!
Zidane frantically pressed his hands down on the sidelines, signaling the players to stay calm. The more this happened, the less panic Real Madrid should panic.
But when the game resumed, looking at the determined eyes of the Liverpool players that revealed a strong murderous intent, it would be a lie to say that I was not nervous!
When people reach critical moments, they will always be dominated by emotions, whether you feel nervous, afraid, or full of fighting spirit and eager to resist, these are the results of emotional manipulation.
Liverpool players are pressing forward madly, they are still attacking, they are going crazy!
Lin Chen repeatedly attacked the penalty area of Real Madrid, and Liverpool's attack hit the midfield and backcourt of Real Madrid like a tide!
The sense of layering in Real Madrid's midfield and backcourt is clearly disappearing!
Once the formation's sense of hierarchy disappears, more problems will follow!
The 119th minute of the game!
"Milner gets the ball in the middle and passes it to the right!"
"Arnold is dribbling forward and has a chance to cross!"
"It's a 45-degree angled lob to the back, and the landing point is pretty good!"
"Chance!!!"
Mane jumped high and tried to head the ball!
But Ramos got the upper hand and headed the ball away to the left!
"Oh!!!"
Liverpool fans held their heads in regret and there was an exclamation in the stadium!
Once Ramos heads the ball, Mane at the back post will definitely be able to head it into the empty goal!
Coach Zhan was unable to speak for the first time. He clenched his hands so tightly that his nails had unknowingly penetrated into his palms!
He Wei is still persisting!
"Nice clearance from Ramos!"
"Robertson controls the first point on the left, and there is still a chance to cross the ball!"
"Carvajal blocks!"
"Fake Fax Button!"
"Adjusted a step!"
"He should pass the ball! There's not much time left in the game!"
Robertson faked a dunk, shook off Carvajal in front of him, and then passed the ball into the penalty area based on his feel.
He had no time to observe anymore. Any hesitation might cause his cross to be blocked by Carvajal again!
The cross falls forward but Firmino is in the middle!
Varane jumped up on the spot, the ball went straight to his head, the Frenchman believed that he could clear it!
Just as he was about to clear the ball, Varane heard the sound of rapid running suddenly.
He had already jumped, and as soon as he turned his head with a slightly panicked look, he saw Lin Chen rushing towards him like a ferocious beast!
He panicked and reached out to try to grab Lin Chen.
But Lin Chen's enormous strength drove his body up in the air, and he pushed Varane's foul arm to the landing point!
"boom!!!"
Lin Chen controlled his body and flapped his wings in the air like a light bird, making his body stand upright in the air.
The waist is slightly bent and swayed, driving the body to complete a turn in the air, and then throwing out a look back at the moon!
A beautiful arc cuts through the night sky!
Real Madrid players stared at the ball with extremely terrified eyes!
The desperate gazes of Real Madrid fans, accompanied by Lin Chen's turning back to look at the moon, hit the ball into the dead corner at the back post and slid into the goal along the right side of the net!
One thought to heaven!!!
One thought to hell!!!
All kinds of pain and carnival erupted at the Stade de France at this moment!
The two most extreme emotions in the world exploded and converged in an instant!
"OMG!!!"
"Knockout!!!"
He Wei shouted hoarsely!
Coach Zhan standing by remained silent because he was already in tears!
There was no way he could suppress his emotions!
"What a killer move!!!"
“Lin Chen!!!”
"It's over! It's all over!!!"
"This goal will kill Real Madrid! It will definitely kill Real Madrid!!!"
"Real Madrid stormed into the first half of extra time, with Cristiano Ronaldo scoring a hat trick."
"They thought they would completely kill all of Liverpool's hopes, but three minutes! Liverpool scored two goals in three minutes!"
"Lin Chen made a counter-attack! A counter-attack!!!"
“When the storm of fate blows, facing it, you will feel very painful, and it will be difficult to move forward.”
"But if you turn your back to the wind and walk in its direction, not only will this go against your original direction, but you will also be blown to the ground by the strong wind, rolling forward without any dignity at all!"
“So, this is what it means to face the storm head on!”
“The limitations of fate may always exist, but facing the challenges of fate cannot be absent for a moment!”
"Countdown to the final kill!"
"The game time has come to the last second, Real Madrid has no chance to equalize the score!"
"The King of the Champions League! The Galactico! Fall!!"
Lin Chen took off his jersey, waved it in the air and ran wildly, letting out all his pent-up anger and roaring through the sky!
"Comeon!!!" Lin Chen roared wildly!
"Comeon!!!"
Firmino behind him grabbed Lin Chen and lifted him up on the spot, carrying him on his shoulders!
Lin Chen held up his jersey high and displayed it to the 80,000 fans at the Stade de France and to the more than 400 million fans around the world who were watching the live broadcast!
The dazzling white light penetrated the burning fighting spirit, intertwined with the red smoke set off by Liverpool fans, whistling past with the sweeping evening breeze, and covered the entire Stade de France!
The battlefield was dyed bright red by the fighting!
A storm with red flags flying!
The war horses licked their wounds, and the defeated soldiers fled!
The corpses are scattered everywhere! The beauty has disappeared! It is just a bit sad!
There are seven thousand white robes in the enemy camp, how can they stop the young and frivolous people!
The summer breeze of 2018 started from Merseyside, swept across the crowded central streets of Liverpool, seeped into the history of Anfield, swept over countless pairs of hands raised in the air, celebrating for the final goal, rode on hope and stars, full of glory and honor, and landed at the Stade de France!
A pair of thick and powerful hands, showing the legendary No. 8 jersey, without any trembling!