Beginning peak Beckham, handsome is over

Chapter 68 Some teams have a thorny road ahead, while others have a bright future!
In the extremely noisy environment, Xiao Wen seemed to hear the low but rapid breathing of the Real Madrid fans.

For a split second, seeing Royce on the ground and the free kick less than 25 meters away from the goal, Xiao Wen's mind was suddenly filled with an indescribable feeling, like ecstasy, nervousness, There is expectation, and there is also a little fear. Several emotions are mixed together, making Xiao Wen's steps towards the penalty spot seem much heavier.

Just as Xiao Wen walked to the spot where Pepe committed the foul, the audience suddenly became restless. There were thunderous boos from the stands. For a while, the entire Bernabéu could not hear any other voices, and he did not know that the boos were for Morata. Or Pepe or the most likely person...Xiao Wen.

Kyle stood beside Clattenburg, Royce held the football in his hand, watched Xiao Wen slowly walking over with a smile, and asked with a trace of fatigue, "Can I go in?"

Xiao Wen took the football and scolded with a smile: "Do you think the game is cheating?"

Royce grinned and said, "I really think you are better than the artificial man in the game."

"The last ball was thrown by Cassie." Xiao Wen also smiled and said, "It's also a bit slippery. I don't like rainy days very much."

Kyle finished communicating with Clattenburg, turned around and said to Xiao Wen: "Kick it well, Xiao Wen, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, we all believe in you."

Kyle nodded at Royce.

He knew that Royce kept talking to Xiao Wen with a smile in order to make Xiao Wen relax.

"Okay." Xiao Wen responded, and then began to measure the pace... the distance of the run-up.

Kyle and Royce stepped aside tactfully.

Casillas conceded two goals in today's game, and he was in a very bad mood, so during the intermission, he almost sprayed everyone, including himself, until Ronaldo scored the third goal. Only then did I relieve myself a little.

But now, Dortmund has won another free kick in an excellent position. Thinking of that little guy's free kick in the first half, his mood became even worse.

Commanding the tallest members of the team to set up the human wall, he stood on the parallel line to Alonso on the far left side of the human wall, bent his waist, and stared at Xiao Wen.

Although Royce was also standing in front of the football, Casillas knew that the ball would only be taken by Xiao Wen in the end.

He adjusted his breathing, but for some reason, his head was a little swollen, which made him very uncomfortable, and he cursed angrily to himself, "Come on! Gilipollas!"

No one answered him. Now in the penalty area, he is competing with Madrid's third farmers' market, side by side, and Lewandowski, who acts as a false wall, even got entangled with Pepe again.

Clattenburg was not allowed to enter the penalty area and yelled at Lewandowski and Pepe.

The turmoil finally subsided, and everyone took their places.

Clattenburg exits the penalty area.

whistle.

It was a few seconds that took everyone's breath away.

The human wall in the penalty area. Including Lewandowski, a total of six people completely blocked the left side of the goal, and there was a beautiful Isco lying on the ground.

Xiao Wen imitated someone and took a deep breath
call.
Let's run!
Casillas took a step to the right, and Lewand somewhat blocked his line of sight, and then he found that Xiao Wen's body was still in that extremely slanted appearance, without hesitation, he immediately took two steps towards his right hand, just about to Take off, only to find that a spherical object has come oncoming.

There was a scent of grass clippings in the air. I don’t know if it was the smell or the ball. Casillas’s drowsy head suddenly woke up a lot, but in this way, he could see it more clearly. The ball crossed the wall. It was flying in his direction, followed by a strange arc.

He cursed again in his heart, but before his body could fully stretch out, the football had already hit the net behind him heavily.

I don't know how this little kid who has been sprinting for 10 minutes can still have such a precise aim when facing this slippery ball, and unexpectedly hit the ball into the [-]th corner!
Casillas felt a burst of anger rushing straight to his head, and after plopping to the ground, he finally couldn't help but clenched his fists, smashed down on the turf, and howled in pain.

Xiao Wen poked forward, looked at Iker Casillas who seemed to have lost his mind on the ground, and then discovered his cold-blooded side, and then swept towards the stands, silent Real Madrid fans, sure enough, happiness is based on others Above the pain!
in a box.

After a few breaths, Florentino looked at the Dortmund players frantically running to the sidelines to celebrate, and then at the stunned Real Madrid players. He couldn't help cursing, and then covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain.

The staff on the side were all in a daze when they saw Xiao Wen's full-moon scimitar, but then they saw that their boss had a heart problem because of Xiao Wen's beating, and they were frightened to death. Slowed down a bit.

Chickens and dogs jumped in the box, and the stands at the Bernabéu were equally lively.

"Fuck! Did you really get in?"

"Ahh! I'm going crazy, Xiao Wen!"

"Look, let me say it's Xiao Wen!"

"What is Cassie doing!"

"Pepe, how many times have I said it, time bomb!"

"Laughing, Morata, a guy with reverse feet, can still play in Real Madrid. I really thank you!"

Real Madrid fans were full of confidence before the game, but now they are a little dumbfounded.

They even forgot to shush and ask.

Numbness, anger, helplessness, and fear are intertwined. Many fans look at Dortmund with sluggish eyes and celebrate as if they have already advanced. If the game is not over, that damn kid may be directly thrown away by the Dortmund players. stand up!

In the box, on the soft leather sofa, Florentino closed his eyes and said: "Year after year! In the past few years, I always remember someone kept saying in my ear that we are a top [-] team! "

The Supreme Emperor of Real Madrid opened his eyes, smiled helplessly, and his voice suddenly became much older:

"I can't blame Ancelotti and these guys for this game, I know! Because even I didn't expect that little kid to play like this! He can ignore the pressure, and I don't even feel that he has the instinct of human beings to be afraid. This little kid Guy has had some really impressive games, it's just that we really felt like we were too strong and didn't pay enough attention to him."

"We still have 90 minutes to play." A staff member next to him reminded him.

For some reason, Florentino glanced at the big TV screen in the box, smiled a bit bitterly, and shook his head, feeling as if he had passed away.

The people in this box are all Florentino's confidantes.Many people followed him even when he was in politics.

Everyone knows that Florentino has never bowed his head to anyone in his life, but now it seems that he has suffered an unprecedented blow. Even when Lewandowski was four years old last year, he did not have such a desperate expression.

Although everyone couldn't understand why Florentino was so angry with that young man, everyone knew very well that after this game, when people mentioned this young player named Xiao Wen, he was no longer just—that brat!

It is also clear that the next game, to Westfalen, Real Madrid's future is full of thorns
(End of this chapter)