Chapter 315 Two deadly "performances"
When the referee Sendriz stepped into the penalty area, the deafening noise of the New Tivoli Stadium gradually stopped. More than 30,000 fans who were furious just now turned into the most devout believers and prayed with their hands together... 15,000 people prayed that they could get a penalty!
15,000 people pray that it will not be a penalty!
The air has to solidify nervously!
...side the field.
Li Bing, who was taken to the command seat of England by Li Tongfan as a team staff member, also pounded violently at this moment.
As a Chinese, of course, he will firmly stand on the side of his little idol and fellow compatriot madman Li.
By the way, Love House and Ukraine have also become a staunch supporter of the England team.
As an experienced professional football coach, Li Bing deeply understands that if he is sentenced to capital punishment in less than three minutes from the beginning of the game, all the tactical arrangements he has worked hard to prepare before the game will become empty talk.
This will be a huge blow!
After the penalty, everything has to start all over again!
In the case that the strength of the two teams is not much different, this situation is almost unbearable for the Three Lions.
However... When Li Bing turned his eyes to the man who had been standing quietly on the sidelines not far away from the game, he was surprised to find that Li Tongfan, who should have been the most nervous person in the world, actually drew a trace of curvature at the corners of his mouth... Is he laughing?
He is actually laughing?
Why?
Isn't he afraid that the referee will really award a penalty? Or... Li Bing quickly found the answer because on the court, the Swiss referee Sendriz, who was suffering from the invisible eyes of fans all over the world, finally made the final trial, pointing his finger at the penalty area... penalty kick?
Suddenly, a demonstration of cheers broke out in the Spanish fan camp in the stands... But soon, the cheers turned into exclamations and bragging!
In contrast, the English fan camp, which had just fallen into the abyss of hell, has gone crazy!
Because it's not a penalty!
The referee's finger did point to the penalty area, but it was not the penalty point, but the goal!
Goal ball!
And waiting for Carlos Machena is a yellow yellow gem god of war card.
The performance of the central defender from Valencia almost deceived the referee, but fortunately, Sendriz was not an arbitrary referee. With the help of Israeli sideline Silencem, he was very clear!
... The whistle sounded, and the game continued.
Machena, who was carried out of the field on a stretcher, quickly returned to the field.
Valencia's central defender took the boos from the England fans on the stands of the New Diwoli Stadium as a fart. While running to the backcourt of the Spanish team, he cursed and shook his hand fiercely behind his back. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied and aggrieved that the referee did not award a penalty.
But the broadcast footage was replayed in slow motion, and everyone in front of the TV clearly saw a scene that had just happened in the penalty area - when Harvey sent the football out in the corner, Machena and Steven Taylor jumped high at the same time in the penalty area. The two opened their arms in the air at the same time to maintain balance. Machena's elbow hit Taylor's chest fiercely, and Taylor's fingers gently brushed Machena's cheek... However, Machena trembled as if she had been hit by a huge hammer... It was indeed a clumsy performance!
Israeli layman Silencem faithfully fulfilled his accusations, and Swiss referee Sendritz also made a very fair sentence.
Even the Spanish fans in front of the TV covered their faces with shame after watching the slow-motion playback of the satellite live broadcast.
... The England team, which escaped a "framing" soon used the ball to launch a sharp counterattack!
A typical English attack!
Joe Hart's big foot ball flew over almost the whole court, over the midfield of the Spanish team's heavy defense, and flew all the way to the top of Crouch, the "highest peak" of the stadium at the front of the penalty area and the head of the two-meter-meter tall man Crouch.
Although the "performance emperor" Machete struggled fiercely in the back, when Crouch jumped up, the 1.83 meters tall Machena was defeated without any suspense.
Football was accurately ferryed by Crouch to England's front midfielder Frank Lampard.
Thirty-five meters away from the goal!
Such an area is definitely in the heavy artillery area of Chelsea's magic lamp Lampard.
Facing Crouch's comfortable football, Lampard showed no sign of stopping the ball. During the run, he suddenly stepped on the steel nail on the green lawn to support the weight of his whole body. His right calf was swayed back, and his heel almost hit his buttocks... This is a typical Lampard style. Heavy artillery prelude to the door!
"...England's opportunity, dangerous!!"
At the commentary table, Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia couldn't help exclaiming at this moment.
... on the court.
Puyol, who has played many times with Lampard in the Champions Cup, knows very well how dangerous it is to let players like Lampard shoot calmly in this area, so the Golden Lion King rushed out of the penalty area at the first time to block it!
Never let him shoot!
But soon, Puyor's confident pupils contracted sharply!
Because Lampard's high swinging right foot suddenly became gentle when it fell, and the part that touched the football also instantly changed from the instep to the arch... The white football was close to the green turf, with a burst of flying grass crumbs... Puyor opened his eyes in panic: Shit, I was fooled!
Like a white Pegasus running on the grassland, the "European Pass" turned around slightly and was ready to block Lampard's shot with his back.
In the penalty area, the football is not blocked by the players of the Spanish team!
Because there is a gap left by Puyor after rushing out.
In less than three seconds when Pujol was cheated by Lampard, Spain's other central defender Marchena and two full-backs did not have time to make up for the defense.
At this moment, the football was like a cold scissors, walking along the fleeting gap on the back line of the Mator's Legion to the right side of the penalty area.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's incredible! Lampard's fake shot played the whole defense of the Spanish team, a fatal pass!"
"Gerard! The soul of the Liverpool team appeared in the best position... No offside! Although the Spanish defender Capdevilla raised his arm high and Gerrard was offside, the lineman ignored it!"
"... Danger, Gerrard has formed a single knife!! But the angle is not good. Casillas has blocked the right near corner of the goal... Is it a shot?"
On the field.
Gerald, the commander of the Red Army, who received Lampard's wonderful pass, took the opportunity to move forward. In this way, although he can adjust his rhythm to the best state, the angle of the shot will be smaller!
You should know that in the face of a goalkeeper like Casillas, even if the angle is reduced by one point, the possibility of scoring will be reduced by 100 points!
The Spanish fans who saw this scene relaxed a little, but soon became sharply nervous!
Because after the ball, Gerrard also made a fake shot, and the last touch was still a pass. The football quickly crossed along the small penalty area line and came to the back of the goal!
Michael Owen, wearing England's No. 10 robe, rushed out of the slash like a sharp sword that pierced his opponent's heart at the end, and gently pushed in front of the football arch... "... Gerrard Gerrard Gerrard! Opportunity, opportunity, opportunity!"
Sester, like an epileptic patient with a sudden convulsion, said excitedly: "Oh, it's too big? How to deal with it? Pass the ball... Who is the back point? Oh, Michael Owen!! Lightning killer! St. Cassie has been attracted to the front post by Gerrard, and Owen sent the football into the empty door!"
"Oh, hey~~~ The ball is scored, the ball is scored!" Brother Duan Xuan's melancholy baritone suddenly pulled up an octave: "Lampard defeated the Spanish team's defense with a fake shot, while Gerard teased Lias with a fake shot. Shuangde gave a wonderful performance with an almost artistic front line. Owen's goal was so easy! "
"...Wow, this is really a disaster..." Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia shook his head helplessly: "The Englishman played God's football, and there is nothing we can do about it! But guys, don't be discouraged, because what you are best at is attacking. Use goals to return the color!"
... on the field.
After scoring the goal, Michael Owen flew like a gust of wind, covering his ears with his hands along the court to make a listening suit, and listening to the English fans in the stands cheering in front of the team's coaching bench like a flood on the Alps.
After 30 seconds.
Li Tongfan, who was pounced to the ground, has pressed seven or eight sweaty strong men of England, and the players are excitedly stacking arrogs.
"Bastard, damn it, my ribs..."
The stuffy man who was pressed at the bottom made a miserable struggle [***]!
Li Bing, standing not far away, looked at Li Tongfan's thighs in suit trousers, which were constantly twitching outside the "Meat Mountain", and his eyes were full of envy. In Chinese football, it is rare to see players express their intimacy to the head coach in such a close way.
In the past few days of training, Li Tongfan repeatedly strengthened the Spanish team's defensive weakness in the middle of the front of the penalty area, and repeatedly asked the England team to make a breakthrough by playing this point. Today, such a tactic really works!
Although Senna, the only defensive player in the Spanish midfielder, is strong, it is obviously a little difficult to adapt to the high strike similar to England's long pass.
It turns out that Li Tongfan's previous training is very targeted and lethal for the Spanish team.
At this moment, Li Bing suddenly remembered some other strange tactics arranged by Li Tongfan in the locker room before the game... Is that also a magic weapon to defeat the enemy?
...1:0!
Only 5 minutes after the start of the game, the score changed!
The Spanish team tested the heart endurance of the English fans with a "wonderful performance", while the England team simply broke the hearts of the Spanish fans with a more wonderful performance!
Wonderful, will continue!
(to be continued)