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Chapter 321 Tickets to the Champions League semi-finals!

Suarez was sent off with a red card, which is desperate news for Barcelona fans.

This means that they will score two goals in the next 45 minutes with one less player.

is it possible?

The Barcelona fans looked a little dazed.

If you say, how refreshing they were when they reversed Bayern at home.

So now, how sad they are.

Elimination seems to be a given.

Even the local broadcast station in Spain was silent for a long while before the commentator spoke in a low voice, saying: "Unfortunately, Suarez made a huge mistake, and this mistake may cause Barcelona to fail to advance to the next round. Facing the fierce Tottenham, we seem to have no hope of making a comeback."

Suarez hid his face and left. He was more painful and did not stay on the bench, but went straight back to the locker room.

Coach Enrique did not step forward to comfort, after all, Suarez did make a mistake this time.

The eyes of the Barcelona fans are full of bewilderment.

Is it really over?

We staged a miracle in the quarter-finals, maybe a miracle is still possible?

But the reality is often cruel.

At the beginning of the second half, Barcelona attacked almost crazily, and they performed what it means to be trapped.

But the reality is cruel. A professional football game is not an amateur game, and the influence of one less person will be infinitely magnified.

Tottenham kicked at one point. Although the Barcelona players wished they could split up a defense at this time, Tottenham's offense still made them feel desperate.

Five minutes after the start of the second half, Barcelona did not have time to return to the defense after counterattacking. Tottenham directly launched a quick counterattack. Yi Le, Sun Xingmin, and Harry Kane directly entered the opponent's half and quickly advanced.

In front of the penalty area, Yi Le rubbed the ball slightly past Utimum. Harry Kane succeeded in countering offside. He jumped up and stopped the ball with his chest. After landing without any adjustments, he volleyed and scored a goal.

Tottenham scored a goal at home, which directly put Barcelona in despair.

They really don't seem to have a chance.

The counterattack is still going on, and Messi is also desperately trying to get back the score, but Messi is also human, and his eagerness caused him to make mistakes.

In a risky pass eager for quick success, Kanter successfully intercepted, and at the same time, he did not pass Yi Le, but passed forward with his big foot.

Sun Xingmin is so fast, Kanter's pass is not as delicate as Yi Le, but it is enough.

He stopped the football steadily and paused for a second. After Pique found him, he knocked the ball to the right.

Harry Kane came out from behind Pique like a ghost, and went straight into the penalty area.

Seeing Harry Kane and Dele Ali who were running wildly and pulled towards the two sides, Utime's eyelids twitched, and finally he decided to rush towards Harry Kane.

Simple two-on-one.

Harry Kane passed the ball very selflessly.

Dele Ali also lived up to Harry Kane's selfless pass, pushed calmly and scored again.

So far, Barcelona has no fighting spirit at all.

Messi looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes filled with melancholy and pain.

Head coach Enrique sat on the bench, he pursed his lips and shook his head from time to time

Tottenham fans are excited.

They felt their hearts beating and their blood rushing through their veins.

They are going to win!

They are about to advance!

Tottenham will advance to the Champions League semi-finals!

They are making history! !

Every Tottenham fan was cheering unrestrainedly, and the elderly fans in the stands were crying with joy.

Their eyes widened, tears flowed, but they were reluctant to blink. They wanted to imprint this scene deep in their hearts.

"End! End this game! Don't give the Barcelona people any chance!! Don't give them any chance!!" Lawrence was already crazy. He stood up and shouted frantically.

But it is Zhan Jun who is the most excited.

"There are 10 minutes left, 10 minutes left, the game will be over, and Tottenham and Yi Le are about to advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League. This is the semi-finals of the Champions League! This represents the four most powerful teams in Europe!" Zhan Jun's excited voice was conveyed to thousands of households in the land of China through the camera.

"We are proud! We are very proud! A Chinese player led his team to the semi-finals of the Champions League. He played against Barcelona. He never fell into the slightest disadvantage against Messi, the best player in the world. This is Yi Le, and this is our super midfielder in China! Remember!!! He is ours!!!"

Under repeated blows, Chinese fans have become synonymous with sympathy, and numbness and compromise have become the norm.

And at times like these, this exciting news came as a pleasant surprise to everyone.

A seed belonging to China is sprouting stubbornly and stubbornly in Europa, which represents hope.

There was a tear in the corner of Zhan Jun's eyes, and his voice choked up several times: "Enjoy! Enjoy football. Fans are supposed to be a happy and public group. Maybe in the near future, we will be injected with passion like Tottenham. Thank you Yi Le, thank you, this is a 21-year-old boy, really great!"

The land of China is boiling.

Countless fans cheered late at night.

They shouted with forgetfulness, and the corners of their eyes were wet in the cheers.

They really haven't felt this kind of passion for a long time.

This kind of pride is also the first time!

Football represents cohesion, a kind of original identity.

At this moment, countless Chinese fans are proud, they are proud of Yi Le.

Beep! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

A piercing whistle sounded.

The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game.

Raindrops were falling in the sky, but the frenzied atmosphere of White Hart Lane could not be quenched.

"The game is over! The game is over! We won this game, we advanced to the semi-finals of the Champions League, we made history!!"

Lawrence roared with emotion: "In 1882, Tottenham Hotspur was established. In 100 years, we have won dozens of trophies. Last season, we just won the Premier League championship. We thought this was the end, but this group of crazy boys told us that their progress will not stop!"

"Look at what crazy things these guys have done! They overthrew Barcelona, ​​they advanced to the Champions League semi-finals! They made history! They will be remembered in the history of Tottenham and will leave a strong ink!"

"Now! Let's! Proud! Announce! The winner is ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The next moment, the roar of 65347 people flooded the entire White Hart Lane!

Tottenham Hotspur! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

There was chaos in the arena.

The winner rejoices, the loser mourns.

Messi sat on the ground, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Suarez even came out of the locker room, covering his face and crying bitterly.

Head coach Enrique was comforting the players, and then he approached Villas-Boas for a handshake.

"Congratulations, you deserve this victory!" Enrique said.

With a smile on his face, Boas said sincerely: "Thank you, this is a great game."

"Indeed." Enrique smiled and said: "Enjoy the present, maybe next season, Tottenham will become very difficult!"

Hearing this, the smile on Boas's face froze, the bastard had something to say.

Are you implying that Tottenham were split by a strong team?

Bad old man is very bad!

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(End of this chapter)