number one striker

Chapter 373 33
Looking at the back of Messi running and celebrating, Vidal sighed helplessly with his hips on his hips. He was thrown away by him in a daze. This man is too fast.

Simeone kicked the bench angrily. Who should he blame for the ball?

Everyone is in position, everyone is concentrating, why is Messi still breaking in? !

Caesar still remembers the two rounds where Inter Milan and Messi played against each other.Inter Milan's defense is as airtight as Atletico Madrid's. In addition, there are also people who specialize in defending Messi's inward cuts and breakthroughs.

Mourinho adopts man-to-man and zone defense, while Simeone only has zone defense. Although there are many people, it seems that Messi still caught the gap.

This goal failed to discourage the Atletico players, but the game time was running out.

Approaching 70 minutes and falling behind by two goals, Simeone simply gave it a go and replaced Salvio and Adrian to make a last-ditch effort.

It has to be said that Barcelona's defense in this game is still a bit fragile, coupled with Atletico Madrid's desperate running and raid, at the last moment of the game, Barcelona was suppressed by Atletico Madrid in the penalty area.

For a while, the ball flew around, all kinds of headers.

"Come again!" Costa squeezed in the penalty area, and Abidal was marking him.

Caesar pulled out of the penalty area and squeezed inside he didn't have any chances.

"Louis to Caesar! Alves is guarding him!"

After several years of growth in Barcelona, ​​Alves can almost be said to be one of the top full-backs in the world.He has played against many masters, among which he thinks the most difficult to deal with are Ronaldo and Caesar.

Moreover, Caesar is more flexible than Ronaldo in stature, which makes him even more difficult to guard against.

Bottom, or cut in?

Alves looked at Caesar's feet, looking for an answer.

It's the bottom!
Caesar slammed the ball toward the baseline, and Alves stretched out his foot to block his pass.As a result, Caesar buckled in with his left foot again, squeezing in between the baseline and Alves.

Oops!

Alves hastily grabbed Caesar's shoulders with both hands, tightened and then let go, his movements were not big, but he thought he could interfere with Caesar.

Caesar was indeed disturbed by him, but the forward momentum did not stop.Caesar glanced at the penalty area and rubbed the ball up.

Costa and Abidal were playing hand-to-hand combat. Seeing the ball flying, they jumped at the same time.

The ball flew over Costa's head, and even if he grew 10 centimeters taller, he would not be able to touch the ball.

"Where the hell did you pass it on?!" Costa blurted out a complaint before landing.

Aldar didn't have that kind of free time. He looked over and saw that the vacancy left by him should have been defended by Xiaofa, but this guy was in the position, but he didn't notice Vidal who was behind him.

"Behind! Look behind!" Abidal hastily reminded, but it was too late.

"Vidal plugs in from the back row! Header!"

"Valdes touched the ball! But the ball flew into the goal! 3:2! Atletico Madrid scored a goal!"

This goal brought the suspense of the game back, and Guardiola quickly replaced Keita to strengthen the air defense in the penalty area.Let Harvey continue to control the ball and replace defense with possession.

Atletico Madrid will certainly not watch Barcelona kill time, they risked running out, even if the backcourt is empty.The pace of the game suddenly accelerated, and the two teams started a very fast fast-break battle.

"Caesar wading the ball! Cut inside and hit the goal! Valdés saves the day!"

"Villa picks a pass from the middle! Pedro puts in! Courtois strikes! Save the ball!"

"Vidal steals the ball! Xavi counterattacks! Gabi steals again! The fans are booing, they think Gabi fouled!"

"Xavi goes straight! Messi gets the ball in the middle! There is an open field ahead!"

Godin had no choice but to foul, Messi fell to the ground, and the referee ran over.

"Yellow card! This is Godin's second yellow card in this game! Two yellow cards turned into one red! He was sent off!"

Knowing his fate well, Godin walked very proactively without waiting for the referee to come over.

On the road, he shook his fist at Caesar, and must equalize!
Caesar looked at the time, and there were only 2 minutes left in the final stoppage time.

"Messi didn't get up in a hurry, he sat on the ground and tied his shoelaces slowly. Atletico Madrid players are complaining to the referee, thinking that Messi is delaying time!"

Alves curled his lips and muttered: "Is there still a delay in dealing with you?"

"Barca got the ball out! They continued to control the ball."

Caesar took a long breath, his physical strength was almost exhausted, but Alves looked similar, he was also walking and playing football now.

Xavi gave the ball back to the backcourt, obviously Barcelona wanted to kill the last time.

Caesar sneaked up and made sure to break the ball!
Busquets slowly gave the ball to Xiao Ma, he likes to see the other side exhausted.

Brother Xiao Ma made a pass back, and Busquets watched the Atletico Madrid players run up before giving the ball to Alves on the wing.

However, Busquets gave a small advance, and Alves, whose speed was greatly reduced, looked up, how could a person fly over?

"Be careful behind!"

"Caesar shot out from behind! Alves didn't stop the ball! It was cut off by Caesar!"

Damn Busquets, how dare you trick me!

"Caesar dribbles forward! Mascherano defends! Caesar's pass! Busquets shovels! Caesar smashes the ball with his left foot! Overtakes the opponent!"

Alves made up for Caesar when he was disturbed by two teammates, but he was firmly stuck behind Caesar as he was thin, and the two ran towards the goal just like that.

Simeone and Boggs ran out, and the two of them stared at the Barcelona goal. Did a miracle happen at the last moment? !

Guardiola opened his mouth wide, what is the defense doing? !

"Damn it, you must not be allowed to score a goal!" Alves' calf was weak and he was about to cramp.Heartbroken, he simply went to the ground and grabbed Caesar's jersey.

Anyway, I haven't entered the penalty area yet, even if I am sent off, I still earn money!
"Alves pulled Caesar down! No! Caesar hasn't fallen yet!"

Fouled here, Alves was given a red card at most, but Atletico Madrid lost the last chance to score.

Never fall down here!

Using both hands and feet, Caesar struggled to break free from Alves and met the attacking Valdes.

Valdes doesn't like to attack, he doesn't like to take risks.But Barcelona's tactics require him to run out to clear away all possible threats, even if he is reluctant, but for the team, Valdes must take this risk.

In fact he's done pretty well, with very few big mistakes.

But this time, Alves failed to stop Caesar's advance, and he also stood up.

"Valdes strikes! Caesar confronts Valdes!"

"Hit the door!" Simeone wished he could rush up and give his mother a kick.

"Stop him!" Barcelona fans are almost pleading, won't they be tied?

Alves stared blankly at Caesar, still holding pieces of Caesar's jersey in his hand.

There was no time to think, Caesar raised his foot to hit the door, this fake action was seen through by Valdez, and he rushed over in a daze.

If it was someone else, the ball might have been hugged by Valdes, but unfortunately he was facing Caesar, a person who can take off on the spot.

"Caesar waving the ball in place! Past Valdez! The goal is empty!"

Godin, who had been secretly hiding in the player tunnel and did not go back, hammered the wall excitedly, and now he can take a bath with peace of mind.

Caesar's final goal helped the team equalize the score. In the end, the game that Barcelona has always held the dominance ended in a draw between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)