Midfielder.

Chapter 172

The time before the decisive battle always passes quickly, but this time the two teams seem to have made an appointment, and the bus arrived at the stadium almost at the same time.

He didn't mean to do it deliberately, but Mourinho didn't mind that his opponent helped him divert the crowd of reporters and fans watching at this time.

At this time, the players are the group that attracts the most attention, but this group of guys in the Porto team did not show their composure before the war.

These lunatics, as well as reporters who were familiar with their mood, were chatting, and they didn't refuse too many fans' autograph requests.

"Relax, calm." This is the first impression Porto players give to others. The relaxation effect Mourinho pursues seems to be working well.

At least the expressions on their faces are not as tense as those Monaco players. In terms of psychological adjustment, Deschamps is obviously inferior.

But all of this became quiet immediately after the Porto people entered the locker room, because they knew what kind of game this was.

"Champions! That's what we're here for today, there's a bunch of Frenchies waiting for us outside, for the third time! This will be the third time we've warned those Frenchmen in a Champions League game, Porto, it's not like they can A team that easily surpasses!" Mourinho roared loudly.

This may be the first time in the past half month that Mourinho has incited the players before the game. He needs to use his voice to send a signal to the players.

The decisive battle belongs to the Porto people, no matter who it is, there is no way to deprive the honor of the Porto people, they will be the final winners!

Responding to Mourinho's declaring war cry was the cry of the entire team. At this time, the atmosphere in the entire locker room began to boil.

Brito has to lament one thing, his old partner has the ability to make the players go crazy, he can instantly make the players go crazy.

Mourinho is very satisfied with the effect of this incitement. At the moment before he walked out of the locker room, he has very successfully ignited the entire team.

Sometimes one sentence is enough, this is the influence Mourinho has on Porto, if that is a group of terrorists, then he is the bandit leader.

A Porto team on fire is terrifying, they can burn everything with this flame and no one can stop them.

Even those Monaco people can clearly feel the crazy eyes of their opponents when they see their opponents in the player tunnel.

Deschamps even wondered if Mourinho had injected something into this group of guys in the locker room, otherwise it wouldn't be so weird.

When the Big Ears Cup is placed at the exit of the player tunnel, the flames of the Champions League final will be ignited, and everyone's eyes will be locked on it.

The 22 people from the two teams will be remembered by fans throughout Europe at this moment, and they themselves understand what this moment means.

There was no sound in the player tunnel, only slight breathing could be heard. The two teams chose to be silent at the same time, maybe they were praying at the moment.

Lin Yi didn't know what other people were thinking at the moment, anyway, when he was looking at the exit, he had one thought, "This is my game!"

The roar in the locker room caused Lin Yi's legs, which had been silent for almost a month, to involuntarily have a muscle tremor, which was a kind of excitement.

For the excitement of the game, and this game is like a shot of stimulant, the flames of war that are about to be ignited have also become the source of Lin Yi's excitement.

As the youngest player in the history of the Champions League, Lin Yi doesn't think about how many eyes will be on him now, he only thinks about this game.

Honor is won on the turf with your own feet, not written by those boring recorders with the nib of the pen, and history is engraved with your feet.

This is the law of the football world. If you want to be a conqueror, then grab the trophies that symbolize the highest honor in front of your opponent.

This night, Lin Yi will use his own feet on foreign land to step on his own notes and play his own football song.

The turf glowing white under the light seemed to be preparing to welcome its master at this moment, everything was waiting to be ignited.

Even the stadium, which had been noisy for nearly two hours, fell silent at this moment, and all eyes were on the exit of the player tunnel.

The reporter's camera has been turned on, and the broadcast equipment of the camera is also aimed at this place. Everyone is waiting for the 22 people to appear.

After a moment of silence, the two teams walked in file and walked out of the player tunnel at the same time, everyone's expression was very calm.

Just now this group of guys were still excited about the final battle in the locker room, but at this moment they have completely cleared all distracting thoughts from their minds.

And at the moment when they showed up, Aofu Schalke Stadium, who was still in a calm atmosphere just now, suddenly burst into deafening cheers. The fans of the two teams were all shouting for their teams. It was as if she was venting her long-standing passion.

"Porto! Porto! Dragon! We must be the final champion!" The shouts of the Porto people bloomed wantonly on the land of Germany.

The roar of the Monaco people may only be heard by themselves, but they also shouted at the Monaco players at the top of their lungs.

Even those officials who have always been like dogs in front of others gave up their reservedness, stood in the VIP box, waved their hands, cheered for their team, and cheered for the candidate for the 49th European championship. Crazy, that's the simple pleasure those fans are in for.

"This is the hot atmosphere of the final battle in the Champions League!" The German commentator in charge of the broadcast also shouted a kind of passion in German with a blunt tone at the moment.

The two teams, once natural supporting players, have now stood on the stage that most represents the club's honor in Europe, preparing their own performances.

Football is the kind of madness that can bring people. It can make people forget all their troubles and anxieties before the start of the game, and cheer heartily.

The players of Porto and Monaco are enjoying the sound of worship. At this moment, they are already standing only one step away from the top of Europe.

In a further step, they will be worshiped by clubs throughout Europe. Although they are not giants, it does not prevent them from becoming the final winners.

Crazy shouting This is like the shouting before the decisive battle. The fans of both sides don't want to lose to the opponent in momentum, everyone is screaming desperately.

Even those female fans who are usually quiet in front of others are the same, and sometimes they even act crazier than those male compatriots.

There were even a few female Porto fans who took off their tops in this weather, letting the blue and white oil paint all over their bodies bloom in the camera.

When the beauty and passion are soft together, it is an unforgettable scene, and the atmosphere of proudly going to the Schalke stadium has reached its peak.

Waves of sound, like a catalyst, made the 22 people of the two teams feel their hearts beating violently.

Aside from the tens of thousands of fans at the scene, there are at least tens of millions of people watching this game on the entire planet. This may be a big scene that some people have never experienced in their lives. I am afraid that at this moment, whether it is No one can continue to maintain a calm mind.

Even Porto, who participated in the UEFA Cup final, will show a kind of suppressed extreme excitement at this moment, which makes people tremble uncontrollably.

It is also a decisive battle, but at this moment, Arrogant to Schalke can make people open every pore wantonly, exuding that deadly pleasure.

This is the moment to pay tribute to the glory. Everyone is trying to calm themselves down, but the feeling of rushing adrenaline is crazy.

Lin Yi could clearly feel that Costinia beside him was trying to calm his breathing, and he himself also had this crazy feeling.

"This is the final, it will make everyone crazy, since everyone is crazy, let's continue this atmosphere." Lin Yi said to himself.

This kind of shouting lasted at least five minutes, but such a low ebb, more like people began to gather energy again after releasing.

On the court, the players on both sides were also suppressing their beating hearts, and they were making final preparations before the game step by step, guessing sides, deciding the possession of the ball, and the players of the two teams shook hands with each other in greeting.But they all knew each other that this was just for face.

Because they all understand that this kind of competition will not shout the slogan of friendship first, and everyone's goal is only the final championship trophy.

At this time, there is no humility, there are only opponents, and when the whistle sounds, there is only one winner who can stand on the turf and receive the worship of the crowd.

No one wants to be a loser, even when shaking hands, they can feel the desire for victory in each other's eyes.

Mourinho and Didier Deschamps are not immune at this moment. They also have to stand on the sidelines and greet each other friendly as if smiling.

"Hypocritical etiquette, I really don't know how this will help the game." Mourinho muttered softly when he turned back to the coach's bench.

There is no way, Mourinho is not familiar with the Frenchman at all, and even he himself feels how stiff the smile just now is.

In the next 90 minutes, there is only one relationship between him and Deschamps, and that is to use all means to put the other party to death and then hurry up.

Brito is also really speechless about his old partner. He seems to be very happy to turn every game into a real war.

This is Mourinho's habit. For him, this final is the battle of Kursk, but this time he will play Zhukov's role.

He will use all the routines he is familiar with to kill his opponents. There can only be one winner in the Champions League final, and he is not used to tasting defeat.

But Brito didn't say anything, because of such a warm atmosphere on the field, even his assistant coach seemed to have returned to the age of players.

"I really envy those boys. They are really lucky to have such an opportunity to play a game under the eyes of the whole world."

For what Brito said, Mourinho also felt a little bit of empathy. At this moment, he is not like this, even his blood seems to be boiling.

"Then wish us and those boys good luck, and hope that after 90 minutes, we can stand in the center of the field and lift the trophy full of honor."

Football is a war. When Lin Yi, who stands at the end of the team, passes by the last player of Monaco, their hypocritical etiquette will be stripped away. The hand that was still holding flowers just now is now gone. Clenched into fists, everyone also showed their sharp blades.

Referee Nelson's whistle was the starting gun to ignite this war. When the Dane looked down at his watch, the sharp whistle sounded.

The 49th European Champions Cup started at the whistle of the Danes, and the German host announced this moment to the whole of Europe with his deep voice.

"Who will become the new king of Europe, please let us wait and see! Let us wait for the one who lifts the trophy at the end!"

And the moment Lin Yi knocked the ball to McCarthy at the Schalke Stadium, it was already covered in a sea of ​​blue and white, red and white flags.

The energy accumulated by the fans exploded again, and probably all the corners around the Schalke Stadium could be covered by this crazy sound.

Lin Yi didn't know how the rest of the people felt, but when the football rolled away from his feet, he could feel that all the muscles in his body were full of energy.

Now he just wants to release this energy desperately, this is his game, so from the moment the whistle sounded, he wants to dominate the court!
"Pass the ball! Straight line!" After McCarthy gave the ball to Deco, Lin Yi, who had already plunged into the Monaco half, shouted loudly at Deco.

No need to test, what Lin Yi wanted was the most direct way. His roar was responded by Deco. After passing Bernardi's interception, Deco sent a kick in a straight line without hesitation, and the football chased after him. Watching Lin Yi's forward footsteps, and Lin Yi, at this moment, is more like a sharp knife.

Without stopping the ball, Lin Yi didn't seem to look back to observe the direction of the football. He and Deco had used this kind of cooperation countless times, and they were already familiar with each other's running and passing habits. Without looking, his eyes were fixed on the defender in front of him.

Both Zikos and Evra focused their attention on the black-haired kid at the moment, because they knew what the kid could do.

Especially Chikos, he didn't wait for Lin Yi to get close to the big penalty area, he took the initiative to meet him, even if he was passed by the opponent, he didn't want to give Lin Yi the opportunity to face the goal directly, even if it was a foul, he tried to stay away The goal, this is the defensive point that Deschamps explained off the court.

Watching the opponent post up, but Lin Yi did not choose to stop the ball, and then looked for another opportunity, he just rushed straight to Zikos.

The absolute speed is not fast, but no one has ever dared to underestimate Lin Yi's short-distance sprinting power, and this time is no exception, he is sprinting with all his strength.

The football was rolling behind Lin Yi, and Zikos intercepted in front of him. When this scene was captured by the broadcast camera, it was a bit weird.

Lin Yi never touched the rolling football, and when Zikos got close to him, Lin Yi slammed the football that had just passed between his legs.

Left?When Lin Yi's foot touched the football, Zikos' first reaction was to follow the direction of the kid's low shoulder to judge the direction of the breakthrough.

But Zikos did not rush to intercept with his feet, but just followed the opponent's body to block Lin Yi's forward route, which was very safe.

After all, there is Evra behind Zikos to protect him. Even if he is passed, there will be someone who can defend him.

But this most secure defensive method is what Lin Yi is looking forward to the most. If he moves, it will be difficult, but the victim himself does not know that's all. The football is shaking between Lin Yi's legs, and the left and right feet are extremely flexible. Completed two consecutive bumping actions in a very short time.

I don't know what kind of feeling those fans will feel when they see this scene on the big screen. Anyway, Zikos feels confused for a while.

Lin Yi's fake action made him doubt whether his choice was correct, because the kid seemed to change direction at any time while dribbling the ball at high speed.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he should reach out decisively to break the ball, but the illusory shadow of the ball made him nowhere to step down.

Such a slight hesitation was enough for Lin Yi. The continuously bumped football passed between Chikos' legs ghostly. When Lin Yi brushed past him, Chikos didn't even respond. Come here, what happened at that moment just now.

He even felt a gust of wind passing by his ears, and the black-haired boy had already disappeared before his eyes, galloping past him.

But Deschamps saw it clearly, and Evra behind Chikos also saw it clearly. That terrifying black-haired boy used such an easy feint to pass the main midfielder of the Monaco team, and he After passing the opponent, he pulled and flicked the soles of his feet, shaking Evra away in an instant.

The lightning-like movements and the sprint speed of a madman in a short distance, even Evra's strong physical fitness, did not respond.

He was already ready for the tackle, but that kid was like a gust of wind, he just stopped and braked suddenly while dribbling the ball at high speed.

This made Evra's shoveling actions all in vain. He stopped suddenly, dialed the ball, and started again. The way Lin Yi threw off the opponent's defense was as simple as that.

But the whole process was so fast that the broadcast camera had no time to capture the kid's extraordinary movements, and he had already seen him go away.

The two blockades collapsed in an instant. Only then did Deschamps realize that he had still underestimated the threat this kid could bring on the court.

At the moment when the football was slammed by Lin Yi, only tens of thousands of fans were left in the entire Schalke stadium to exclaim at the same time.

Roma, the goalkeeper of the Monaco team, stretched his body desperately, and the football seemed to be in the air, drawing a trace. . .

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