Green Destroyer

Chapter 65 Do You Dare to Come Up?
"Scorer... No. 11, CHENNNNNN..."

The live announcer draws out again.

More than 5 spectators at the Calderon Stadium roared far more violently than when Torres scored:

"HAOOOOOOOO!"

Amidst the roar of the crowd, Chen Hao just stretched out his right hand and shook it twice with a look of disdain!

Just scoring a goal is not worthy of my celebration! -
Enrique's face was already serious.

If he was just stealing a goal by a lightning counterattack, he could accept it, but he conceded two goals in a row in 12 minutes. This change is definitely beyond his expectations.

If it wasn't for Pique's four-game suspension for insulting the referee in the Spanish Super Cup, Vermaelen would definitely not be able to make his debut in this game-this Belgian iron guard has suddenly turned into glass slag since joining the team last season. He only played once in the whole season, and he followed the team to win four championships while lying on the hospital bed...

Enrique had just stood up from the coach's bench, ready to convey the intention of tactical adjustments to Iniesta who was closest to him, but just as he pulled Lao Bai to the sidelines, his expression changed involuntarily!
Vermaelen... was clutching his legs in pain, and Mascherano next to him signaled with a dejected expression... Hurry up and change!
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"This is really... The room leaked and it rained all night. Vermaelen managed to stay healthy this season, but after only playing two games, he fell under the injury again..."

He Wei sighed.

As a football commentator, what he hopes to see is a duel where sparks hit the earth, not a game full of injuries, fouls, blood, and violence.

Xu Yang extended it to another field:
"In the basketball arena, we often refer to players who are good at changing directions as ankle terminators. This time Chen Hao obviously also played this role..."
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Because Vermaelen's injury was too sudden, the game had to be suspended.

After an emergency diagnosis by the team doctor, it was determined that his injury was not a sprained knee or a torn ligament, but a relatively mild hamstring strain.

Although Barcelona breathed a sigh of relief, Enrique had to make substitutions and adjustments. French defender Mathieu hurriedly fought and barely made up for the incomplete defense...

Although the nearly 32-year-old Mathieu was a left back two years ago, he has gradually adapted to the position of a central defender after joining Barcelona. His height of 192 makes him a pinnacle in the defense. He is particularly reliable in defending high-altitude balls. Last season, he scored a header to beat Real Madrid in the Spanish national derby, which was even praised by Barcelona fans. He was even called "Madi (di+e)" in China.

But... his advantage in height has become an absolute shortcoming in speed!

A 1.9-meter-two defender...will definitely suffer a lot when turning around and returning to defense!
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Mathieu's task is of course to guard Chen Hao, so for Atletico Madrid's other striker Torres, he completely handed it over to teammate Mascherano.

Atletico Madrid also took advantage of this.

Three minutes after the game resumed, Barcelona's offensive once again burned to the front of Atletico Madrid's big penalty area. Neymar, who dribbled the ball from the left, stepped on his bicycle continuously, but he couldn't deceive his national teammate Felipe at all.

Iniesta was waiting for his pass five meters away, but Neymar didn't seem to see it, and ended the attack with a forced inside shot!
His shot hit Jimenez's thigh and bounced off!
Iniesta was about to fight for the second spot, but Thiago, who was back on defense, took the lead and swept the ball to Felipe.

The Brazilian defender swaggered past the off-balanced Neymar and quickly passed it to Cork, who was responding on the right. pass the ball!
This pass seemed to have an eye, whistling and flying over Mascherano's head!

Although Torres is no longer the chasing boy who can single out the German captain Lahm, his speed has declined significantly with age. Fortunately, his opponent today is not the young Ma who is in full bloom. Advantage, Torres eat Mascherano raw!

"Uh?!"

Enrique on the bench suddenly got up, and Messi and others behind him all stretched their necks.

The most hated enemy of Barcelona, ​​which dominates the world with pass control, is of course the type of defensive counterattack, such as Chelsea, Inter Milan, Real Madrid in the past, and Atletico Madrid today.

Atletico Madrid only used two passes, and Torres has already formed a single-handedly!

"Fernando!"

The DJ on the radio couldn't hide his excitement, he had already called out that familiar name!

High-speed galloping Torres broke into the restricted area!
While observing the goalkeeper's position, he raised his foot and volleyed!
Ter Stegen chose to stay at the near post, but Torres kicked the ball to the upper corner of the far post!
Ter Stegen's heart fell into the ice cellar instantly!
He sat heavily on the small restricted area line, ready to face the death sentence!

But he didn't hear the tsunami-like cheers from the surrounding stands, and he didn't hear the passionate roar on the radio. He only waited for a trembling muffled sound:
"Om..."

Is this the sound of the door frame? !

Ter Stegen jumped up from the grass, his whole body seemed to be full of strength in an instant!
Torres, Torres, you are no longer that omnipotent golden boy, holy baby!

The first goal you scored has exhausted all your luck in this game!

As soon as Ter Stegen stood up from the ground, he saw a black shadow rising from the penalty area line!

He seemed to see a giant eagle, and it spread its wings with a "crash!"

This giant eagle rose rapidly, and then completed its inversion in mid-air!

"Chen Hao grabbed the first spot!"

He Wei clenched his fists tightly, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

Through the broadcast lens, what he saw seemed to be in slow motion at this moment.

Chen Hao's body was slowly turned upside down, but his right foot stuck out high, and then he used a volleyball smash action to slam the football bouncing in mid-air!

Mathieu, who was in charge of defending him, was completely left behind by him!
The tall French defender could only watch him complete the upside-down golden hook with a dumbfounded expression!

And... this is the upside-down golden hook in the forward sprint!

As a professional player, Mathieu certainly knows how amazing body flexibility this action requires!What terrifying waist and abdomen muscle strength is needed!

That ball was like a deep-sea torpedo, swooping down from mid-air and bombarding the net mercilessly!
"Three to zero! Chen Hao scored twice!"

He Wei finally couldn't help raising his arms and shouting:
Xu Yang also couldn't hide his excitement, after all... Both of them are fans of Real Madrid:

"Even though Barcelona replaced a tall and energetic defender, they still couldn't stop Chen Hao from soaring into the sky! Atlético Madrid scored three consecutive goals in 20 minutes, and the game completely fell to the home team! Huh?"

He suddenly made a startled voice:
"Chen Hao, what does this... mean?"

In the camera, Chen Hao, who landed gracefully, still did not celebrate.

Atletico Madrid's No. 11 boss just turned to the visiting team's bench, smiled and hooked towards that area!

His distance is very far, and there is no way to determine which opponent he is targeting, but... everyone knows his intentions!
The local TV commentator in Madrid has already blushed with excitement:

"Chen Hao... launched the most direct challenge to Messi!"

The Barcelona TV commentator almost jumped up:
"Come on, Leo! Let that Chinese guy from the country see what a real genius and champion is!"
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At this moment, time seems to freeze.

More than 5 live fans and hundreds of millions of TV viewers focused their attention on Barcelona's bench.

But just a second later, even the cheers at the Calderon Stadium seemed to die down by three points.

That short man stood up from his seat, and took off the substitute vest he was wearing!
He looked at Enrique, who had an ugly face, and conveyed his wishes in a low voice:
"Coach, I'm going to play!"

(End of this chapter)