number one striker

Chapter 430 Europa League Champion
"Vidal through! Ferdinand is out of position!"

Manchester United's defense currently has only one Ferdinand who is more reliable. Apart from him, Smalling and Phil Jones are still immature. Evra has already been stationed in the half of Atletico Madrid.

However, Atletico Madrid had as many as three players in the frontcourt, forming a three-on-three situation all of a sudden.

"Atletico strikes back!"

Ferdinand was chasing, but he didn't expect that after he stole the ball, there was no point to get the ball out.

You can't lose this ball, if you lose it, the game will be over!

"Kirk catches the ball wide! Phil Jones is guarding him!"

"Don't step out easily!" Ferdinand warned his little brother while running, and rushed towards the door at the same time.

Stop him!
Even if only for a second!
Let me go back to my position!

However, Cork did not make too many adjustments. He directly stuffed the ball behind Phil Jones, and Caesar told him to insert it.

"Caesar rushes into the penalty area! It's Smalling guarding him! Costa is empty!"

"Here!" Costa waved his hand hurriedly, and Caesar did not disappoint him, and immediately passed the ball over.

"Look at me!" Caesar passed the ball very comfortably. Costa only needs to jump up slightly, and then head the ball into the goal.

However, the moment he headed the ball, a huge force suddenly came from behind him, knocking him down directly.

"Foul!" All the Atletico fans at the National Stadium in Bucharest stood up, and even the most loyal Manchester United fans didn't have the courage to shout the words "no foul".

Because Ferdinand did push Costa down.

"The referee ran to the scene of the incident! Yes, it was a penalty without a doubt!"

Ferdinand was shown a yellow card by the referee. This decision made the Atletico players somewhat dissatisfied.

With his hands behind his back, Vidal chattered to the referee: "This is an obvious red card action, he ruined an absolute offensive opportunity."

However, the referee did not change the judgment, and Vidal did not entangle too much.

Simeone rushed to the sidelines the moment Costa fell to the ground, raised his hands and shouted desperately: "Penalty kick! Penalty kick!"

Ferguson, on the other hand, sat in his seat without moving.

"Win! We've won!" The substitute players looked excited, and even Boggs couldn't help showing a smile. The victory is really close at hand!

"You kick this ball." Costa picked up the ball and handed it to Caesar.

Caesar was a little surprised, "Me? But you are the first penalty shooter."

"Aren't you one goal away from tying Falcao? Don't ink, there is still time, and I will help you overtake him." Costa threw the ball to Caesar and walked outside by himself.

"Hey, Costa gave the ball to Caesar to kick." Boggs squinted his eyes and looked over, suddenly a sense of ominous premonition passed through his heart.

"Don't worry, have you forgotten the training you two have done?" Simeone smiled, "Caesar's shooting accuracy is very high."

Now that Costa has said so, Caesar is not polite, put the ball on the ground, and took two steps back.

He rarely takes penalties, but that doesn't mean he's not good at it.

In training, his fixed-point shooting success rate was very high, which even made Boggs show a satisfied expression.

Thinking back on those drills, Caesar felt that the ball was much easier.

De Gea was still jumping around in front of the door, trying to interfere with Caesar.But as everyone knows, in the eyes of Caesar, there is only a huge goal in front of him.

"Caesar takes the penalty!"

"He looks confident! The Manchester United fans present are booing hugely! Trying to interfere with Caesar's goal!"

De Gea jumped around until the whistle sounded, and he didn't find Caesar's flaw.

Never mind, guess it!

"Caesar hit the door!"

guessed!
De Gea jumped to the right, and Caesar also kicked to this side.

However, before De Gea was excited, he discovered that the ball had been kicked to the dead corner of the goal!

Damn, can't reach it!
"The goal has been scored! Caesar scored the ball steadily! Although De Gea guessed the right direction, Caesar's shot angle is very tricky!"

in!

Caesar had a feeling that the goal must be scored the moment he took the kick. Even if De Gea threw himself in the right direction, he never doubted whether the goal could be scored.

Watching the ball fly steadily into the goal, he suddenly felt relieved.

Vidal jumped on his back, venting his excitement wantonly.

Then Costa, Gabi, Fran, everyone ran up.

"Good job!" Gabi rubbed Caesar's head vigorously, and the gang almost strangled him to death.

After the celebration, Caesar hammered his chest at the stands of Atletico Madrid fans, I won the Europa League!
The camera was given to the excited Simeone, and then turned to Ferguson's face.

There is no expression, but it gives people a feeling of desolation.

Facing the young and promising Atletico Madrid and the young Kaiser, Ferguson is already old, and he is unable to push this Manchester United team to the championship.

Manchester United's players have not given up yet, but they are behind by two goals. Atletico Madrid's players are in good condition, and they have no chance to comeback.

What's more, all Atletico Madrid players are desperately attacking, because Caesar has already tied Falcao, and as long as he scores another goal, he will become the player with the most goals in a single season in the Europa League.

Facing the opponent's unscrupulous attack, Scholes shook his head with a wry smile. The era of Manchester United has passed.

"Koke's cross from the wing! Kaiser's header!"

"De Gea saves the ball!"

"The game came to the 80th minute! Gabi made a pass in the middle! Vidal crossed Costa! Costa kicked his heel!"

Caesar bypasses Smolin and moves on!
Ferdinand fell to the ground and shoveled desperately. Even if he was sent off, he must never concede the ball again.

However, Caesar didn't even give Ferdinand the opportunity to "die in the line of duty". He jumped lightly, avoiding Ferdinand's tackle as if he had eyes behind his back.

Then he accelerated into the penalty area, passed the powerless De Gea, and scored the ball into the empty goal.

"3:0! Caesar expanded the score to 3:0! He completed the hat-trick of this game! He also completely killed the suspense of today's championship!"

"There are less than 10 minutes until the end of the game! But the end of the game is almost doomed!"

Caesar, who scored a hat-trick and broke Falcao's record at the same time, thought of an ingenious celebration.He took off his jersey, faced the Atletico Madrid stands, and showed his name.

"Ludwig Kaiser!"

this is my name!

"The game is over! The game is over! The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game! Atletico Madrid beat Manchester United 3:0! This is a night that belongs to Atletico Madrid! Let us congratulate them! The champion of this Europa League is! Atletico Madrid!"

(End of this chapter)