Green Dragon

Chapter 101 The Last Battle of Prince Bernabéu

The first half quickly came to an end.

The Real Madrid players did nothing in the last 2 minutes. They seemed to be caught in the shadow of the conceded goal just now and couldn't extricate themselves.

Kaka, who ran 70 meters with Long Shute, was still a little weak in his legs.

Guti stepped on Long Shute's vamp in a scramble without a chance, and such a reckless foul immediately attracted a yellow card for him.

Granero and Higuain were invisible at the same time, and Diarra was spinning around in the midfield like a headless fly.

Although the isolated and helpless Ronaldo wanted to kill thieves, he couldn't get any support from his teammates. He could only dribble, dribble, dribble...

Then it was broken by the demoralized Ajax players.

Perhaps Pellegrini should thank the referee for not adding too much stoppage time, because Ajax once again formed a counterattack opportunity at the last moment.

This time the assault was initiated by Long Shute. He used an oblique kick to find Emmanuel Sen on the left. The latter easily broke through Arbeloa's defense, and he made a bottom and cross in one go.

It's a pity that Suarez's final turnaround volley was bravely saved by Casillas, failing to expand the lead in the total score.

Ajax's morale and confidence have all risen, while Real Madrid has fallen into impatience.

Pellegrini needs half-time.
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"Reynaldo, Pim, hurry up and give that little guy an emergency relaxation!"

Before sitting down in the locker room, Van Basten anxiously gave orders to the team's fitness coach.

Such violent sprinting and sudden braking would put a huge burden on the body, and he didn't want Long Shute's legs to have problems at such a critical time.

Landberg hurriedly led the chief team doctor, Van Tanger, and the physiotherapist together in front of Long Shute.

Long Shute watched the three 50- to [-]-year-old uncles squatting in front of him as if they had finished rehearsing, then stretched out six evil hands towards his thighs, and climbed onto the tight ball. tight muscles...

"Ah... oh... oh..."

A trembling electric current flowed from his legs all over his body, and he couldn't help humming due to a crisp and numb feeling.

While he was enjoying the triple massage, other teammates were taking the time to recover their strength.

Some listened to music to soothe their mood, some looked for good luck through the Bible, some took the opportunity to go into the shower room to simply wash off the sweat from their bodies, and some ate bananas to replenish their energy.

The coaching team was not so leisurely. They were collectively gathering in front of the tactical board, discussing the tactics of the second half nervously and orderly. Bergkamp and Van Basten even had a small argument.

Time passed quickly, and Van Basten finally ended the discussion and coughed lightly.

"I will not praise your performance in the first half, because the game is not over yet, I am afraid that premature praise will make you forget that today's opponent is Real Madrid."

Although the white swan was very serious, his tone was relaxed:
"In the second half, I ask you to continue to maintain this state, hold your ground, and don't rush to attack at the beginning. Real Madrid is now one goal behind on the total score, and they are bound to strengthen their offensive. We just need to wait for them to make mistakes in defense. In the current state, I think I can score another goal, am I wrong?"

The Ajax players, whose morale was at its peak, yelled without blushing: "That's right! Another goal!"

"Sim, your running was not active enough in the first half," Van Basten began to call the shots, and De Jong was the first to get shot, "You Kaka and Ronaldo are not just the defensive targets of Long and Dennis, I need See your presence in more places."

De Jong nodded again and again: "I will try my best."

"Urbi, Granero and Arbeloa are not very threatening offensively. Bruno alone is enough to guard the left. You must be the most relaxed person in the first half," Van Basten turned to Emmanuel Erson, "I hope you can take more responsibility for fighting back, and don't let some little guy get the show all by himself."

The midfielder on the left took a look at Long Shute and laughed: "I also want to steal the limelight, but coach... I can't run so fast!"
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"Okay, audience friends, the second half of the game has begun!"

After the 15-minute commercial, Duan Yixuan's voice sounded again:
"In the first half, the two sides drew one to one, but Real Madrid had an overwhelming advantage in the situation. Although Ajax has the advantage in the total score, but this is an away game, they are under a lot of pressure. Zhang Zhi, you What are your predictions for the upcoming games?"

Zhang Lu put on his presbyopic glasses, pondered for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth: "As you said, Real Madrid's offense must be strong with a total score of one goal behind, and Ajax must have a lot of defensive pressure, but this is also Their chances, if they can make one or two threatening counter-attacks, then it will be Real Madrid at home who will be passive..."

"That's right, football games are like this. Any attack may result in a goal or be counterattacked by the opponent. Therefore, we must maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times and devote ourselves wholeheartedly to the game without the slightest distraction. Otherwise, it will be like Guti..." Duan Yixuan couldn't help blackmailing the Real Madrid vice-captain, and then he was slightly taken aback, "Oh? Guti was replaced? Van der Vaart was on the field?"

"Guti sent a very nice long pass in the first half, assisting Ronaldo to score the first goal, but then he was basically useless, not very active in defense, and got a yellow card, It might not be a good thing to replace earlier."

Guti walked down with a face of reluctance, high-fived Van der Vaart, and then sat next to Raul.

He was about to complain to his best friend when he noticed that Raul had stood up.
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Pellegrini is watching the situation on the field with a sad face.

Van der Vaart's playing does not seem to have changed the overall situation.

It's no wonder that van der Vaart, who has been a substitute for two seasons, has no way to compare with Kaka and Ronaldo in terms of tactical status in the team. Seen as the key to turning the tide of battle.

The fact is that Kaka and Ronaldo are more willing to solve the battle through the cooperation of two people. For them, Van der Vaart is just a transfer station for passing the ball...

Pellegrini somewhat misses Alonso who is absent from the game. Although Alonso is not expensive and has a very low-key personality, as a former Liverpool midfielder and the absolute main force of the Spanish national team, including two Mr. Golden Globes Other Real Madrid players in the team attach great importance to his strength, and his defensive ability and attitude are far from what Guti and Van der Vaart can compare.

But it is meaningless to say these now, he shook his head vigorously, trying to see the flaws of Ajax from the lineup on the field.

That number 8... is really tricky.

He just sighed with emotion, and then heard a voice in his ear.

"Mr. Coach."

Raul said only two words, and then stood quietly by his side.

As a player, you should not interfere with the coach's formation and on-the-spot command, even if your suggestion is proved correct after the game - because this will weaken the authority of the coach in the team, and it is extremely easy to form "Ball bully" and cancer...

But Raul had to stand up.

His team is now in crisis.

His team needs a captain!
He doesn't want this game to be his last Champions League game at the Bernabeu!
He also wants to further refresh his records in the Champions League!
Pellegrini glanced at him and nodded heavily: "Go and warm up."

"Thank you."

Raul took off his jacket, turned and rushed to the warm-up area.

Pellegrini watched Raul's back fade away with a complicated expression, then turned his head and told his assistant: "Let Benzema go to warm up too!"

There is no key player on his bench, he can only place all bets on the striker.

Benzema, Raul, Higuain, Ronaldo, Kaka, van der Vaart...

Such an attack line, even a steel plate can penetrate it, right?
Pellegrini turned his head back while reassuring himself.

But at the same time, the stands of the Bernabeu fell into silence for the second time!

The Chilean engineer's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw Casillas slumped to the ground for the second time.

He heard another disturbing sound on the Bernabeu's live radio.

"Ding ding dong dong...

Goalscorer, Ajax No. 16, Luis Suarez...

Real Madrid 1, Ajax 2...

Real Madrid 1 on aggregate, Ajax 3..."

Pellegrini couldn't help but his eyes darkened!
His galactic battleship is behind again!
Just a head-turning effort... What happened to Real Madrid? !

(End of this chapter)