number one striker

Chapter 381 Cork!

"Atletico Madrid is in danger! Di Maria took the ball from the side! My God! There is a person jumping high in the penalty area! It's Ronaldo! Ronaldo's header! Another victory!"

The Bernabéu exploded in an instant. Only 4 minutes after the last goal, Ronaldo scored another goal to help the team overtake the score.

Juan Fran, who became the background board of Ronaldo's goal, looked confused. He didn't notice Ronaldo behind him. Di Maria's ball was obviously passed high, but Ronaldo's take-off height far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Let's watch the replay in slow motion! My God! Look at it from this camera! Ronaldo, who is in the air, almost stepped on the top of Fran's head! What kind of terrifying explosive jumping power is this!"

After scoring the goal, Ronaldo rushed to the corner flag area, jumped high and turned halfway in the air, raised his hands above his head, and swung down vigorously as his body fell.

Caesar remembers that Ronaldo learned this from himself. Looking at it from another angle now, it feels very uncomfortable.

Simeone was expelled and the score was still behind. Everyone was at a loss.

How do you play this ball?

Real Madrid doesn't care if you're confused or not. They want to take advantage of your illness and kill you. After the game restarts, they will continue to increase their offensive. It seems that they are going to make a bloody case.

Atletico Madrid players defended awkwardly, some wanted to counterattack, some wanted to stick to it, and some were at a loss.

In the chaos, Ronaldo's shot flew out against the goal post, almost expanding the score again.

Assistant coach Boggs' hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and the arrogance in his heart made him still have the hope of winning.

But, how to win this ball?

Real Madrid has the initiative, can we just stick to the half court and wait for the opportunity to counterattack?

Pepe and Ramos back and forth, Costa pressed up, they gave the ball to Diarra, Caesar immediately pressed up, Diarra gave Alonso, the two men's pressing was self-defeating.

One minute later, the ball returned to the back line again, and it was Costa and Caesar to press again, but this time Vidal met Alonso and almost broke the ball.

Boggs understood in his heart that instead of shrinking back and waiting to die, it is better to force out and use a high position like a bulldozer to encircle and suppress Real Madrid.

After all, Real Madrid is not Barcelona, ​​they don't have such smooth back-and-forth cooperation, and high-position pressing is just right for them.

Just as Boggs was about to change tactics, fitness coach Carlos Mendes slipped a note into his hand.

Boggs looked down, and it was Simoni's dog-like font.

"Force them!"

"Tell the players to come out and crush Real Madrid with a high press!" Boggs gritted his teeth.

Even after the team took the lead, Mourinho did not let down his vigilance.It's good for Atletico Madrid to give up the game. If they still want to counterattack, then give them another fatal blow.

Seeing Boggs and other coaches yelling on the sidelines, Mourinho knew that the final battle of the opponent was coming soon.

"Let Alonso retreat a little, and if he has a chance, he will immediately look for Ronaldo. Let Di Maria retreat to receive the pass and prepare with both hands." Mourinho's thinking was very clear and he responded immediately.

"Costa is pressing Pepe! Pepe gets to Ramos! Ramos almost makes a mistake! The ball goes to Marcelo! Diego is defending Marcelo! The Brazilian breaks through! Atletico's defense is torn open!"

This Marcelo is simply the Messi of defenders. His super breakthrough ability allows him to always find enough space to tear apart the opponent's defense.

Vidal wanted to stop him, but Marcelo dodged him with a change of direction.Then Gabi, Gabi tried his best to stretch his body, but Marcelo caught the space between his legs.

Gabi had no choice but to choose to foul.

Boggs scratched his hair. Damn, it doesn't seem to work.

Simeone is also very anxious, but this is the only way for Atletico Madrid at present. They must take the initiative to grab the ball at Real Madrid's feet, otherwise there will be no chance at all.

Alonso took a free kick to Ronaldo on the wing.The Portuguese made a match with Marcelo, and Marcelo made a cross.

Benzema and Miranda fought together in the middle, and the final attack was powerless and was confiscated by Courtois.

Leon and the others in the stands were very anxious. Seeing that the game time came to the 70th minute, Atletico Madrid had no intention of making a comeback.

"Damn, Simeone was sent out, it's too bad for us!"

"There is absolutely a problem with the referee in this game! The first goal is simply nonsense!"

"No way, who said that the other party is an aristocrat and we are commoners."

"Fart! The common people are going to rebel against the nobles today! Come on! Caesar! Think of a way!"

The team took the lead, and Alonso's retracement and long pass also made Atletico's high press a bit elusive.It seems that the game is getting smoother and smoother. Ramos Peak has possessed him and wants to do some showy operations.

Faced with Costa's pressing, Ramos handed the ball to Pepe and then ran forward himself.

After passing Costa in two passes and one pass, Ramos sprinted against Diego and wiped the Brazilian past.

"Go! Ramos! Get past them all!"

The fat man behind Krasson yelled again, and before Krasson frowned, Ramos lost the ball.

"Did Ramos get in too deep? He still thought about Vidal, and Koke came out from the side! A tackle succeeded in stealing the ball!"

Ramos countered immediately and Cork paused to clear the ball through Ramos' wicket.

The stands at the Bernabéu let out an exclamation. Immediately afterwards, they saw Koke pass the ball across the half. He found Caesar in the space behind Marcelo. Atletico Madrid finally had a chance to counterattack!
"Caesar speeds up! Khedira and Alonso who stayed behind pushed forward!"

"I'll go first!" Khedira knew that Alonso was experienced, so he went up to force Caesar first, and then let Alonso steal the ball when he showed his weakness.

Caesar didn't give Khedira a chance to make physical contact, and with an accelerated sprint, he passed him.

Then there is Alonso, although he has rich experience, but his speed is too slow, and Caesar accelerates again while running, which does not give him a chance to think at all.

The Bernabeu's exclamation became louder, who will stop that damned German!

After wiping the two of them, it was Pepe.

Caesar's speed was completely charged, instead of slowing down and tricking him with fake moves, it's better to just kill him like this.

"Caesar has no intention of slowing down at all! Pepe keeps backing up! Caesar will charge again!"

Caesar, who was originally accelerating to the left, made a hasty turn and ran to the right.

Pepe's reaction speed was also very fast, and he immediately chased after him, and poked Caesar's ball on the way.

Tsk, no room to shoot!
Caesar will run out of the baseline without the ball, but this angle is too small, it is difficult to score.

"Behind!"

Caesar vaguely heard a familiar voice, don't care, just pass it on.

"Caesar smash! Do it back!"

Klaasson stood up abruptly, opened his mouth wide, and called out the shooter's name: "Koke!"

"Kirk volleys from close range!"

"Cassie can't catch up! 2:2! Atletico Madrid equalized the score!"

(End of this chapter)