green showman

Chapter 901 Torpedoes
With a bang, there were boos in the stands.

"Bad foul, Mascherano..."

Before Zhang Lu finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by the roar of the Spanish commentator next door.

"Despicable Best is flopping again!"

Mascherano may be the best defensive midfielder in the world today, although he has always played central defender in Barcelona.

But Mascherano is actually not good in physical fitness. He is short, a little thin, and his confrontation ability is average. The reason why he can become the best defensive midfielder is because of his excellent position selection and defense. The ability to fill positions is also because of his ferocity.

Javier Mascherano did not lose his composure when Sun Wu used Marseille maneuvers, but he wanted to teach him a lesson.

Therefore, when Sun Wu was kicked from behind by him after throwing the ball, but immediately jumped up, Mascherano's eyes were rounded, my father's foot is not light!
When Sun Wu glared fiercely at Mascherano, who was slowly retreating, and stretched out his fingers to speed up his pace, Mascherano did not show weakness, and stepped forward to meet him.

Sun Wu knew it well, but Mascherano ignored it. The referee didn't blow his whistle, and Xiao Ma knew how hard he kicked his opponent down just now.

The next moment, loud noises rang in his ears, and Mascherano saw Busquets and Iniesta speeding back from the corner of his eye.

Brother Xiaoma made the most correct choice. Instead of trying to speed up the retreat, he accelerated his pace and reached out to grab Sun Wu's jersey.

It's a pity that Sun Wu, who has the "God's perspective", was on guard for a long time. After he made a fake move to the left, he suddenly lowered his body and passed by the right.

Then start accelerating!
The stands were boiling, Zhang Lu and Zhan Jun were roaring excitedly, but the Spanish commentator next door finally fell silent.

the reason is simple.

Before being kicked down by Mascherano, Sun Wu, who was facing the attacking direction, rubbed the ball hard with his feet. The violently spinning ball flew into the air, and after landing, he sped up suddenly... towards the Barcelona goal. out.

The ball just slipped away from Busquets, who was still waiting for the referee's whistle.

The first one to react was Mane, who was going forward. He happened to have not fully slowed down, and he took the ball away.

"Favourable attack!" Zhan Jun roared loudly, "Mane... Mane, Pique followed, tackled..."

"No whistle... oh, Griezmann has the ball!"

Pique was in a good state today. He immediately realized that he was stuck in his position, then quickened his pace to catch up with Mane, and saw the timing and accurate shovel.

But Griezmann, who followed up, waded the ball away. Instead of going inside, he directly pushed the ball forward and forced a breakthrough to catch up with Busquets.

Two figures ran wildly in the middle, the white figure in front desperately moved forward, while the red and black figure behind tried to reach out to pull the jersey of the person in front from time to time.

Mascherano scolded in his heart, scolded the other party for being too shameless, and scolded himself for being too stupid...

And Sun Wu gritted his teeth, and bless the heavens not to let the guy behind him grab his clothes...

Hurry up!
Hurry up!
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Busquets, Griezmann simply accelerated to send a cross at the end, and the ball flew over the head of Alves who was retracted from the front point.

At this time, Sun Wu had just stepped on the penalty area line, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the ball.

Thomas Müller sprints back and Alba follows closely.

Pique has been received in the penalty area, and he is relieved to see the flight path of the ball. Thomas Muller has no chance.

But at the next moment, out of the corner of Pique's eye, he caught sight of a white figure suddenly appearing.

With his feet on the ground and his hands making wings, he flew past Pique like a glider!

He dived forward, desperately, like a torpedo, aimed at the goal!
"boom!"

Half of the Berlin Olympic Stadium was boiling, the dark red Manchester United fan phalanx, and that small piece of the brightest red phalanx, the flags were flying, and the shouts were loud.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"In the 38th minute, Best equalized the score for Manchester United, 1-1. Although Manchester United did not lack opportunities, this goal is still surprising!"

"Beautiful diving goal, this is Best's rare headed goal, Javier Mascherano, who stumbled behind, couldn't keep his balance and fell on Best... oh oh oh, something happened again !"

Sun Wu, who finished diving to the top, had his eyes wide open and his ears pricked up, not caring about Mascherano lying on his back.

It wasn't until he saw the ball enter the net from Ter Stegen's armpit, and until he heard the referee's whistle that the goal was effective, that Sun Wu jumped up, picked up Mascherano and threw him down.

This time, Sun Wu really didn't do it on purpose. When he forced himself up, Mascherano was lying on his back and shook hard... Xiao Ma fell down with a snap.

At this time, Alves and Alba on the side quit, blocking Sun Wu who was about to run out to celebrate... Mane and Herrera, who came to celebrate together, quit and pushed each other away.

Zhang Lu in the commentary was still commenting on the goal just now, "This goal was scored, it was so beautiful, Manchester United's fast break made Barcelona's defense dizzy, they couldn't keep up at all!"

The replay repeatedly played back Sun Wu's jumping and jumping to the top from various angles. Sun Wu sent the ball into the goal in the way he was least good at.

Sun Wu flying in the air in slow motion opened his hands naturally, with an elegant posture and firm eyes. This picture is like a work from a studio.

Zhang Lu was still touting loudly, "The key, the most important thing is Sun Wu's ingenious rubbing of the ball before, which was beyond everyone's expectations..."

Suddenly, in the live broadcast room next door, Zhang Lu was stunned by a storm of Spanish.

Zhan Jun coughed twice, bumped his elbow into his partner's arm, and reminded with his eyes...

Through the transparent glass boat, Zhang Lu grinned and looked at the chaos in the restricted area of ​​Barcelona.

Alves finally broke through to trouble Sun Wu, but Suarez stopped the Brazilian fullback.

"Don't be fooled!" Suarez roared hoarsely, "Don't touch him, be careful that he falls down!"

Rakitic also ran over to "protect" Sun Wu, "Guys, leave it to the referee...don't touch him, don't touch him!"

Sun Wu's former teammates and friends who have discussed various diving skills with him all have the same evaluation of him... Maybe this is the most cunning person in football.

Sun Wu twitched his mouth and yelled at Herrera and Phil Jones, who stood in for him, "Don't stop me, let them come to me!"

Well, as the saying goes, the shadow of a person's famous tree.

As soon as these words came out, Alves and Alba fell silent, and then turned their heads to the referee.

Mortensen and Mourinho in the commentary seat laughed forward and backward, but the former had a pure smile, while the latter had a hint of bitterness in his smile... Magic Bird had suffered too many similar losses under Sun Wu.

"Phil Jones already fouled, this offense doesn't exist at all!"

That's unreasonable, and that was all a few minutes ago.

"Sir, this is a football field, not an arena. Do you want us to have a fight?"

Alves is threatening the referee. In fact, he has done this kind of thing before. He clenched his fist and tried to punch the line referee.

The head referee was really overwhelmed, hesitated again and again and communicated with the fourth official on the communicator, and then... without any penalty, he ruled that the goal was valid and urged Barcelona to kick-off in the center circle.

Mourinho snorted disdainfully, "This Turkish referee made a wrong decision. Next, he may not be able to control the situation."

Mortensen agrees.

Manchester United will be very dissatisfied, because although the whistle was not blown to suspend the game before, Mascherano's serious foul on Sun Wu should be punished with a yellow card.

The Barcelona side will also be very dissatisfied, the leading advantage is gone, and Sun Wu threw Mascherano on the ground without getting any punishment for such a serious foul.

The competition became more intense, more beautiful, and more exciting.

(End of this chapter)