green mercenary

Chapter 458 Black 10 Minutes

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo." Hunter wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhausted his last bit of strength, and carried Puyol, who had fainted from a high fever, back to the locker room.

Everyone went to watch the game, and there was no one in the huge player tunnel.

Perhaps after a lot of sweating, when Hunter took the thermometer out of Puyol's armpit, the number on it had dropped to 38.8.And looking at Puyol's previous state, even if he didn't reach 40, he must have passed 39.

Although the temperature is still high, it is not dangerous.

After finding the antipyretics in the first-aid kit in the corner of the locker room, Hunter let out a sigh of relief.

After everything was taken care of, Hunter wiped his face and gently closed the locker room door from the outside.

The moment the door was closed, Hunter spread his legs and ran towards the court.

All in all, this time has almost entered the stoppage time stage.

What about the warring parties?Bye boy did you score a goal?Did Barcelona win in the end?

Hunter didn't know, but he wanted to know badly.

When he stepped onto the turf on the sidelines of Camp Nou again, the fans who kept shouting at the scene reminded him that the game was not over yet.

On the court, the red and white fighters are like tigers on the mountain, and the army is overwhelming.However, the Barcelona players in blue and purple jerseys were all huddled in their own half, struggling to support.

The hero Saviola who passed and shot has been replaced, and Xavi and Enrique have become the top players in Barcelona.

Kluivert, who is 1.8 meters nine, has retreated to the penalty area. Such a height is also outstanding in the Barcelona formation.Perhaps only when he no longer raises the average height of Barcelona, ​​​​this La Liga giant will really wake up and look down on Europe!

The ball has been passed at the feet of Eindhoven, and most of the people who passed the ball from Eindhoven gathered at the top of the Barcelona penalty area.

Goalkeeper Reina is hunched over with his arms slightly outstretched.

It can be seen from the dripping on his forehead that he is extremely nervous at this moment.

The two double-teamed, and Robben crossed the middle at the first time.

Van Bommel rushed up to receive the ball and immediately turned around. Although he gave up his own offensive possibility, he also protected the ball well.

He was PSV's captain, but not a scorer.

When the ball passed diagonally to Bai Xiaotian's feet, everyone in the stands held their breath and stretched their necks.

After Bai Xiaotian received the ball, he directly pushed the ball diagonally forward. Robben, who had already started to take a step, suddenly accelerated, got rid of Roschenback who was following him, and touched the ball with one step.

At any moment, Robben's speed is underestimated by his opponents.

After receiving the ball, Robben took another step forward, and immediately before going out of the baseline, he stepped on the ball and stopped it under his feet.

Before that, some people still focused on Bai Xiaotian; but when Robben didn't choose to pass the ball but forced a fried ball to pass Reziger, everyone's eyes focused on the youngest player on the field.

Robben touched the ball lightly, stepped into the Barcelona penalty area, and his feet flashed, making people dizzy.

What is he going to do?What is he going to do?
Nobody knows!
The Barcelona defense veteran Abelardo who was replaced on the field didn't know either, he could only judge passively.

And at this moment, a gust of wind blew past.

Even the most focused players were attracted by the strong wind.

"Not good! It's Huntelaar!" The home commentator shouted anxiously.

Huntelaar's tall figure suddenly appeared in the center of Barcelona's penalty area, tearing at Barcelona's defense.

Huntelaar, known as Ruud van Nistelrooy II, was rampaging in Barcelona's restricted area like a heavy tank at this time.

Who will hold him?How can hold him?
Just when other people's attention was attracted by Huntelaar, Robben suddenly moved his left foot, as if he wanted to break through the bottom line.

You know, at this time his left foot has stepped out of bounds.

As a veteran defensive player, Abelardo naturally knows that in such a small space, as long as he stretches out his legs to block in front of the baseline, even if he is deceived by the opponent's fake moves, he can hold his position well.Of course, one should also pay attention to one's own small gate.

Sure enough, Robben, who was daring in art, sent the ball to the bottom line again.Judging by his appearance, he intends to quickly stretch out his foot before the baseline to change the direction of the ball and let it move inward along the baseline.

"Hehe, you're still a bit off the mark!" Abelardo immediately stretched out his leg and stepped on the baseline with his right foot.At the same time, move the center of gravity over so that your left leg can move freely to prevent the opponent from piercing through your wicket.

However, Robben pushed with the outside instep of his right foot and pushed the ball to the middle in an instant.

"This kid really chose to pass the ball!" Abelardo didn't believe that Robben could change direction and attack from the inside again, but his pass was also expected.

"No. 17, watch that No. 17!" Not only Abelardo, but also other Barcelona defenders shouted loudly.

Huntelaar gritted his teeth and ran towards the ball hard.But he found helplessly that no matter how hard he tried, the ball still rolled past him, rolling further and further away.

Ma Dan, is this ball passed to me?
Huntelaar was right, the ball was indeed not passed to him.

Bai Xiaotian, who was on the penalty area line, made a strong jump and shot towards the ball. The ball whizzed through the air and hit Reina's glove in an instant.

"Oh!"

Even though most of Reina's left hand touched the ball, the momentum of the heavy football remained undiminished. He slightly changed direction and continued to fly towards the goal.

"Beep!" A whistle sounded.

"Hula!" The audience in the stands burst out with a shocking buzz again.

"What? Goodbye kid scored?" Hunter looked at the field incredulously, "It's a pity that PSV scored an away goal before the end of the game."

Hunter wiped his sweat and glanced at the scoreboard above his head.

"Huh? What's going on? Is it my eyesight? Or is it an illusion?"

Hunter, who had just turned his head away, turned back suddenly, staring straight at the place he had just aimed at.

In the score column on the scoreboard, the orange numbers clearly printed 3:2.

"What? What happened? What happened just now?" Hunter looked at the big screen in disbelief, rubbing his eyes constantly.

what happened?It's not true, it's not true!

At this time, Hunter finally heard what the fans in the surrounding stands were shouting clearly.

"Spicy chicken!"

"waste!"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

"get out of class is over, Rexage! Rexage! get out of class is over!"

Bai Xiaotian's goal finally exploded all Barcelona fans.

At this moment, they couldn't restrain their anger any longer, and threw all the debris they could reach into the stadium.

It's not the fans' fault!
When Bai Xiaotian scored twice to equalize the score, the fans were very restrained and did not make any drastic moves.

But being overtaken by the opponent before the end of the game, this ending has greatly exceeded the bottom line that the fans can tolerate.

For a time, the abuse sounded all over the Nou Camp.And this day will forever be imprinted on the pillar of shame in Barcelona's history.

"What's going on? Sabo, tell me, what's going on?" Hunter grabbed the colleague closest to him and kept shaking his body.

"As you can see, Hunter, this is a tragedy, a naked tragedy!" Sabo's tone was crying, and his expression was equally depressed.It was originally a victory that could be explained to the world, but in the last 10 minutes, it lost to Eindhoven, which showed its full strength.

Is Barcelona already so weak?
No one answered this question.

After the unintentional Barcelona players kicked off again, the referee immediately blew the whistle for the end of the game.He is afraid, he is afraid that if he hesitates again, Eindhoven, who is getting more and more courageous, will score more goals.

That energetic Chinese player is simply a devil!
No one scolded PSV, and no one put the blame on Bai Xiaotian who performed the hat-trick.

All Barcelona fans point the finger at the club's coaches and top management, who are the culprits who caused Barcelona's miserable situation today.

Amidst the uproar, Bai Xiaotian low-key avoided the reporter's interview and walked towards the player tunnel.

And at this moment, a hand stretched out from the stand beside him, grabbing Bai Xiaotian.

Bai Xiaotian looked up, and a small man wearing a Barcelona jersey saw him stop, immediately took off the jersey on his body, and handed it to Bai Xiaotian. "Goodbye boy, can I sign your autograph?"

Bai Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and after recognizing the opponent's face, he reached out and took the opponent's jersey and marker. "my pleasure"

(End of this chapter)