number one striker

Chapter 379 Cork and Klaathon
Cork's shot put an end to the fierce first half. Ramos and others looked shocked, and everyone thought that the ball just now had been scored.As a result, the young Cork kicked the ball away, which finally made them breathe a sigh of relief.

Atletico Madrid players are not very happy, after all, it was almost 2:0, and the one-goal lead is not stable, let's see how Simeone explained.

Caesar was exhausted in this half, he walked slowly behind, and turned his head to see that Kirk was following behind everyone with a sullen expression on his face.

"What's the matter, still thinking about the shot just now?" Caesar walked over and asked.

Cork nodded and said, "Yes, if that goal is scored, the second half will definitely be better."

"Don't think about the things that have passed. Take a good rest at halftime, and there will be a fierce battle in the second half."

Kirk scratched his hair hesitantly, and whispered, "Actually, I saw my brother just now."

"Oh?" Caesar turned his head to look around, and Kirk said angrily, "Look at that, you don't know him, even if you do, can you recognize so many people?"

"You saw him, then what?"

"After I kicked the ball away, I saw him in the stands. Then, my brother's expression was very ugly." Cork's voice became smaller and smaller.

"He must feel ashamed. He can't get in with such a simple shot, so he deserves to be a professional player." Kirk sighed, regret was written on his immature face.

Caesar thought for a while and said, "I don't think so. I think he's just complaining that you didn't give him a chance."

"Chance? What chance?"

"A chance to show off in front of your friends. 'Look at you! That guy who scored Cassie's goal is my brother', or 'Real Madrid is great, but Koke who scored his goal is even greater, and he is my brother' or something like that."

"How is it possible, he is a Real Madrid fan."

Caesar said seriously: "The favorite team and my dear brother, which is more important, I think he must know. Come on in the second half, and try to give your brother a chance to show off his awesome brother in front of his colleagues."

The two teams walked into the lounge, and Rudy could finally rest. For 45 minutes, he hardly stopped and kept explaining.

The fans in the stands finally relaxed. Although the team was behind, but the scene was safe, Atletico Madrid could only rely on counterattacks to threaten Cassie's goal.

"Look! We must win the second half!" A fat man in a suit and leather shoes said, and a very well-dressed young lady next to him said, "Yes, Real Madrid is stronger after all. By the way, Klasson, who is your brother?"

The fat man laughed twice, winked and said, "It's the one who just kicked the ball and must score."

The young lady suddenly realized, covered her mouth and smiled, "It seems that your brother is far less calm than you."

This group of young elites laughed heartily. The one named Klaasson was Cork’s elder brother. He looked a little embarrassed now, but he still said politely: “I have confidence in him. Cork will definitely score in the second half.”

The fat man yelled loudly: "Really? Then let us wait and see!!"

Klaasson curled his lips. He has always disliked this fat man who came up through nepotism. He used his connections to suppress him everywhere in the company, and now he looks down on his younger brother.

Kok, you have to work hard, don't let them look down on you!
Simeone praised the performance of the players in the dressing room, and he even put his arms around everyone's shoulders one by one, spraying his wanton saliva on the faces of "my dearest fighters".

"Coach, how do you play in the second half?" Caesar wiped off his saliva and said helplessly.

Simeone slapped his thigh fiercely and shouted: "How to kick? Just like this! Our stalking has made the nobles feel uncomfortable! They can't bear to fight us hand-to-hand! When the jersey is dirty, what they think is not how to break through our defense, but 'my noble white clothes are dirty, I am no longer a pure girl'!"

Simeone's funny voice pinching his throat made everyone laugh, and Juan Fran wailed while laughing: "Ouch, don't make me laugh, my shoulder hurts when I laugh!"

Compared with the happy Atletico Madrid bench, Real Madrid's dressing room is a little quieter, and it can even be said that the quietness is terrible.

Mourinho frowned and looked at his players.Everyone was grinning with displeasure on their faces.

"Calm down, you are being distorted by Atletico Madrid's rhythm." Mourinho knocked on the tactical board. Although the team had the upper hand, but because of Atletico Madrid's rough movements and chattering big mouths, the Real Madrid players were obviously about to lose their composure.

Especially Ronaldo, as the team's most important hunting knife, but because of the existence of Juan Fran, he made himself sit there and sulk.

"Get back to form in the second half, don't let them affect our mood anymore. Don't forget, Real Madrid has won 8 consecutive victories. You don't want to let the damn Atletico Madrid stop us?"

"I don't want to!" Khedira yelled loudly, and the madman nodded in satisfaction.

"Change sides and fight again in the second half! Neither team has made any substitution adjustments!" Rudy took a sip of coffee, refreshed himself, and continued to explain passionately.

"C Ronaldo faced Juan Fran! The two were at odds in the first half, let's see who will gain the advantage in the second half!"

Fran stared at Ronaldo's feet, and kept saying: "If you have the ability, beat me! You sissy!"

As a result, Ronaldo turned a deaf ear to it, and instead stepped on his bicycle quickly, brushing past Fran.Atletico Madrid's full-back turned pale with fright. He thought he had settled for Ronaldo, but it was him who was knocked to the ground instead.

"C Ronaldo hit the penalty area! Hit the goal from a small angle!"

Courtois flicked the ball, but the ball failed to fly into the goal.

Simeone yelled anxiously, Fran is fucking!So easy for Ronaldo to rush in? !

Fran waved to his teammates apologetically, and will definitely not do it next time.

The result was quick, and Ronaldo evaded Forlan's defense with another quick smash, and then kicked the goal from the penalty area line.

Rao Courtois tried his best to stretch his body, but failed to touch the ball.

Klaasson felt the fat man behind him stand up suddenly, ready to celebrate the goal, but the ball hit the post and bounced off the baseline.

"Damn!" Fatty waved his hand angrily, it was only a little bit close!

Klaasson breathed a sigh of relief, his mood at the moment was very complicated.

As a Real Madrid fan, he naturally hopes that Real Madrid will win.But in this way, Cork must be very sad.

He didn't want his younger brother to be sad, and he didn't want Real Madrid to hand over the top spot. He really didn't know what to do.

(End of this chapter)