number one striker

Chapter 537 Advance to Wembley!

"Messi shoveled and shoveled the ball! Vidal staggered and lost the ball! Messi got up and chased the ball!"

Just when Messi was about to catch up with the ball, suddenly a tall figure ran out from behind him and stabbed the ball away.

No. 13, Courtois.

"Courtois counter-robbed Messi! This is a once-in-a-century situation! Messi broke again, and Courtois was kicked down by him! Atletico Madrid won the final free kick! There is only one minute left in the game!"

Courtois tripped Messi, knocked his knee to the ground, and now had no time to heal, limping into the penalty area.

Messi looked at Courtois's back with some regret. If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid he would have scored now.

"Caesar put the ball on the ground and almost all the players ran into the Barcelona penalty area!"

All the fans held their breath, waiting for the final result.

"Caesar kicks the ball out!"

The ball was given to the middle, Costa and Pique huddled together, Godin and Bartra huddled together, but none of these big men touched the ball, and it was Alba who pushed the ball out.

"You are finished!" Alba struggled to head the ball, and the ball landed on the outside, and Caesar was still in control.

Alves rushed forward to block, Caesar did not pass the ball in a hurry, but moved the ball one step laterally with a dunk.

"The last ten seconds!"

"My God, please show mercy!" Leon in the stands almost knelt down, and Caesar rubbed the ball into the penalty area again.

Costa was in the middle and the ball flew towards him.

I must top it!

Be sure to top it!

Just as Costa was about to start, there was a sharp pain in his calf. Then, he didn't exert any force and watched the ball fly over his head.

No.
In desperation, Costa almost wanted to hit the ball in with his hands.

But even this last effort failed to touch the ball.

Could it be that this game is over?
"Later!!!"

"Griezmann!!!"

"Dush!!!"

Costa looked over with a look of despair, then pointed at a thin figure and threw himself out, and when the ball barely flew past, he tried his best to pad the ball with his right foot.

Valdés apparently did not expect that someone could hit the goal under such circumstances. He opened his arms in a hurry, but the ball flew from above his head to the goal.

Fell into the net.

"The goal is scored!! The goal is scored!! A miracle happened!! In the last ten seconds! Griezmann helped the team make another victory!! The score became 4:2! The total score was fixed at 5:4! Atletico Madrid completed the final reversal!!"

Simeone has been squatting on the sidelines. When Griezmann shot the ball into the goal, he was hugged by Boggs behind him, and then the substitute players rushed up and hugged the two coaches in the middle.

Calderon's fans completely erupted, and countless fans shouted out, their arms raised to the sky like a forest.

The Atlético flag flies in the air, symbolizing the never-say-die spirit of the stadium.

At the last moment, Atletico Madrid really created a miracle.

Griezmann, who scored the goal, ran wildly towards the corner flag area, and then was pulled to the ground by his teammates behind him, and everyone pressed up.

"Win! We won!!"

"Great job! Anthony!!"

The howls of his teammates lingered in Griezmann's ears, and his head was still a little dazed. Only the feeling of being pressed told him that he really helped the team perform a miracle.

"Barcelona still has the last chance to attack! Don't relax! Don't lose the ball at this time! Give me a good defense!"

Captain Gabi clapped his hands vigorously, and everyone at Atletico Madrid nodded.

Yes, Barcelona still have the opportunity to attack, our task is to stop them outside the penalty area.

"Barcelona players are already waiting in the midfield, and Atletico Madrid's teammates are slowly pacing back!"

Harvey was protesting to the referee, pointing to his wrist and talking non-stop.

The referee nodded, indicating that everything was under his control.

Vilanova was sitting on the bench with blank eyes at the moment, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

The head coach was depressed, and the other substitute players were also sitting there, unable to speak.

"Messi took the ball! Everyone in Barcelona rushed towards the opponent's goal! Valdez took a big kick! Pique fought for the top in the middle! The ball flew high! Several people crowded together!"

"Costa kicked the ball out! Caesar on the outside kicked the ball to the frontcourt!"

"The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game! The game is over! Atletico Madrid won! They scored three goals in a row under extremely unfavorable circumstances! Completed an incredible reversal! Barcelona held the advantage of two goals, but was still defeated by Atletico Madrid!"

"Let's congratulate Atlético Madrid! Their victory was impeccable! They are the team that deserves to be at Wembley Stadium!"

Griezmann was resisted by his teammates the moment the game whistle blew, and he was a well-deserved second hero in this game.

The one who played the best is of course Caesar.He scored three goals alone, and Griezmann's last goal was also his assist.

Caesar was sitting on the ground. He was too tired. He hadn't played for a month. He was ordered at the most critical moment. He had tried his best.

Looking at Griezmann who was thrown high by everyone, Caesar only had the strength to laugh.

"Good job! Luther!!"

Simeone's voice sounded from behind, and he rubbed Caesar's head vigorously, almost failing to unscrew the German's head.

"Let me go, boss, I have no strength at all." Caesar smiled wryly.

On the Barcelona side, almost all the players left the field in a hurry, and they didn't want to see Atletico Madrid proud.What's more, victory was close at hand, but they let it go by themselves.

Messi stood on the sidelines with a look of unwillingness.

"Let's go, there is still a game waiting for us." Harvey came over to comfort him.

He was talking about the next round of the league. It will still be this stadium, and it will still be these two teams. Whoever wins will become the number one in the standings.

Messi naturally wants to win the La Liga championship, but he wants to win the Champions League more than the La Liga championship.

However, they fell in the last ten seconds, and the tough Atletico Madrid became the final winner.

Messi shook his head and left the pitch with Xavi.

Madrid is now a sea of ​​red and white, the sound of bottles being slammed in countless bars, and Atletico Madrid fans walked to the street and gathered in the Plaza de Poseidon.

They sang songs, held beer bottles, and swayed their passion wantonly.

Although the final has not yet started, for Atletico Madrid fans, this hearty reversal is enough for them to celebrate for several days.

(End of this chapter)