[football] walk side by side

"Slade... made a follow-up shot! Goal! Goal! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL——" Martin Taylor exclaimed: "Beautiful cooperation! Chelsea's counterattack is very sharp, although they don't get many shots, but Always efficient in converting it directly into goals!"

"After the first fatal pass, Slade made another effort! This time he sent a beautiful transfer ball in the Barcelona penalty area, and a follow-up shot helped Chelsea equalize the score! Barcelona were so naive, they Do you think Alves can stop Slade?"

"If Barcelona loses to Wembley in this game, then I can announce their cause of death now-Compared to Chelsea's comprehensive blockade against Harvey, Barcelona does not pay enough attention to Slade. who is it?"

Next to Barcelona's coach's bench, Guardiola stood on the edge of the field, but his face showed a bit of helplessness.

Who is the core of Chelsea?

This question does not require any thought-but any team that faces Chelsea will study Cyril Slade as the core of the midfielder immediately, because everyone knows that as long as Cyril-Slade is locked Slade, then Chelsea's strength will definitely be greatly reduced.

But the dilemma before Guardiola is that he has no way to restrain Slade at all.

It's not that his strength is too strong, which makes Barcelona helpless.It's Slade himself who is so well integrated with the team's tactics, style, and coordination that he can't limit it at all.

Just like what he has been worrying about in this game: Chelsea focuses on retreating and occasionally counterattacks. Slade, who stands in the midfielder position, spends most of the time in Chelsea's backcourt in a low-key manner, assisting in defensive work. When Chelsea suddenly launched a thunderbolt, this low-key midfielder who had been silent for most of the game would burst out with a sharp and sharp cold light!

Under such circumstances, if Barcelona still considers restricting Slade, it will undoubtedly be a waste of time and energy, but if they wait until Chelsea counterattacks to restrict, the tragedy just now will easily happen.

With Alves' ability alone, the chance of being thrown off by Slade is too great.

Of course, Guardiola can also consider sending two players to defend Slade together, but this move will directly lead to the weakening of other parts of Barcelona's defense, and this "weak" local area, once Slade is surrounded by the two Finding a passing gap in the middle will definitely become a fatal injury to Barcelona!

How to do?

Guardiola recalled that since most of the game, Slade's strong dominance on the defensive end, offensive end, and even the organizational end, he felt powerless in his heart.

Fast, explosive, and excellent footwork.

Strong-willed, self-disciplined and restrained, he will not easily perform abnormally due to conflicts and the smell of gunpowder on the court, or act aggressively under impulse.

The pass is just right, the breakthrough and breakthrough are as sharp as a striker. His body looks thin, but in fact every inch of muscle in his clothes is full of strength. If he really wants to fight physically, he will not lose to any strong defender. On the contrary, it is even more ruthless than a defender.

Except for the top of the penalty area, the header, the free kick, the penalty kick, the smell in front of the goal and the grabbing points, this Chelsea player has almost no shortcomings.

As for the foul?

This idea just flashed through Guardiola's mind, and before he had time to think about the feasibility of this method, he heard a clear whistle, uploaded from the stadium, accompanied by the stands Huge boos from the fans!

Guardiola looked up at the stadium, and happened to witness the scene where Cyril and Mascherano lost the ball after the collision, and at the same time rolled forward along the momentum of the body.

The referee's whistle was obviously caused by this.

He glanced at the place where Cyril fell, about 11 meters away from Barcelona's goal.

An excellent penalty spot.

This thought made his heart sink suddenly.

Everyone knows that the referee is also a human being. Although they generally "enforce the law fairly" when making decisions, but this is the case. In many cases, there are also referees who will do some weird things for the so-called "balance". The penalty is coming.

If it was other Chelsea players who fell to the ground at this moment, Guardiola might feel relieved, but it happened that it was Slade who collided with Mascherano at this moment.

For a long time, UEFA has always been more protective of players who tend to be more technical, and Slade was just the victim of the controversial "Stanford Bridge tragedy". The consequences of Mourinho are different. Cyril Slade is a player with a near-perfect personal image both on and off the field.

Since his debut in Porto, Cyril Slade has never targeted any team or player. Even after some unpleasant games, Mourinho mocked the referee's negligence. Don't even think about getting even a word against the referee from his mouth.

Most importantly - everyone knows that Cyril Slade never dives.

Guardiola sighed. He didn't have much confidence in the referee's decision, but he still asked the assistant coach next to him: "Did you see clearly? Is it true, or..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was attracted by Wembley Stadium, which was booed all over the sky, but suddenly silent.

Subconsciously, Guardiola turned his head and looked towards the center of the pitch.

Same as last time, the referee was still standing at the center of the incident, and now Cyril had stood up, calmly responding to his teammates' nervous inquiries.Several Barcelona players surrounded the referee indignantly. Mascherano tried his best to explain: "I didn't mean to foul at all. I just made a normal defensive action. It was just an accident. , my foot didn't really hit Slade's..."

This time, Barcelona really didn't put pressure on purpose.

Mascherano, of course, did not intend to commit a foul. Fouling 11 meters outside the penalty area is tantamount to giving the opponent a penalty kick. His goal is to steal the ball from Slade, not to tackle his leg. In fact , Under normal circumstances, it should be impossible for his feet to kick Slade's feet, although they still accidentally collided, and Mascherano's strength was also reduced to the minimum.

It really wasn't a foul.

Iniesta took a deep breath. The situation at that time was actually very obvious. Neither Slade nor Mascherano did it intentionally. It was a complete accident that things had developed to this point. The moment Ryder rolled forward was just a subconscious act of self-protection.

He tried to seriously explain to the referee, but this time, the referee, who was indifferent to Chelsea in the last penalty, shook his head firmly against Barcelona's "encirclement and suppression" again in [-], and said Made a penalty gesture.

"It's a penalty."

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the Barcelona players surrounding him suddenly became ugly.

There are less than 15 minutes left before the end of the regular season. Give Chelsea a penalty when the two sides have already tied?This is simply announcing the death penalty for Barcelona!

Harvey's face changed drastically, he opened his mouth, and took a step forward, trying to persuade the referee a few more words.Busquets cursed in a low voice, and walked up to the referee in a few steps.

"We didn't foul! This is clearly Chelsea looking for a penalty!" Busquets retorted loudly: "Anyone can see that under the circumstances at the time, Slade couldn't have been knocked and rolled on the ground! He It was intentional! You should sentence him to dive!"

The referee ignored his words. He glanced up and was a little surprised to find that there were no Chelsea players around him. He waved his hand and signaled the Barcelona players surrounding him to disperse quickly, and turned outwards After walking a few steps, I saw the Chelsea players on the other side.

Cyril had stood up from the ground, and was talking to his teammates calmly. He seemed to be talking about something insignificant, but the other Chelsea players instantly showed surprise and anger. A look of astonishment.

Soon, both the Barcelona players and the referee understood the reason for their consternation.

Because when the referee walked up to the Chelsea players and told them that they could start taking penalty kicks, Cyril said indifferently: "He didn't foul."

The Barcelona players suddenly showed a monster-like expression.

This... Slade is crazy, right?Does he know what it means to Chelsea to get a penalty 15 minutes before the end of the game?At this time, he didn't rush to ask the referee for a penalty, but he actually pushed the penalty in his hand... out?

Their eyes shifted to the Chelsea players next to Cyril, where are his teammates?Did the other Chelsea players allow him to go crazy like this?

However, the Barcelona players found inconceivably that although the Chelsea players did not agree with Slade's actions, they all chose to remain silent, apparently by default.

While noticing this, the Barcelona players couldn't help but ignite a glimmer of hope: Since Slade himself explained it this way, does this mean that... this penalty may be withdrawn Woolen cloth?

During their delay, Martin Taylor, the commentator, finally understood the situation on the field. He was almost dumbfounded and said: "This... this... It seems that the referee decided to award Chelsea a penalty and Slade chooses to... refuse?"

Not to mention Martin Taylor, even among the Chelsea fans on the field, Cyril's unexpected move caused an uproar, and all the fans began to talk about this sudden accident.

"Wait! What the hell is Cyril doing? Is he crazy??? This is a penalty! With this penalty, we might be able to overtake Barcelona! Is he stupid? Such a good opportunity Why not?"

"Although I have always known that Cyril is a standard good player...but he is too obedient? Although I also think sportsmanship is very important, but that is Barcelona? Do you need to talk about sportsmanship for Barcelona? The Stamford Bridge tragedy is so Forget it soon?"

"But the fact is, Mascherano did not foul, right? Is it because Barcelona are shameless, so I have to be shameless with them? What logic?"

"To be honest, my thoughts may be exactly the opposite of yours. I think...it is precisely because the opponent is Barcelona that we can't take this penalty, right? Even if we win this game, we will be aggrieved. Barcelona fans will definitely What will the referee say, I would rather we beat Barcelona upright!"

"Yes! Let the referee go to hell! Didn't he award a penalty for Busquets' diving? What is he trying to do now? Show that he is a fair referee? With all due respect, I am not at all I don’t care about this penalty kick! It’s disgusting to me that a good game has turned into what it is now.”

The confusion didn't last long.

Because soon, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the referee shook his head firmly and repeated his penalty: "I said it, this is a penalty kick."

The Barcelona players were speechless.

The expression on Cyril's face was neither sad nor happy. He looked at the scene in front of him coldly. When the referee confirmed to him again, he didn't try to argue with the referee again. He just bent down and picked up the football. Gu Zi turned around and walked towards the penalty spot.

Behind him, Mascherano was flushed with anger, opened his mouth and was about to rush over to argue with the referee, but was pulled aside by Iniesta.Busquets cursed in a low voice in Spanish, looking terribly ugly.

Out of some indescribably complicated emotions, the stands belonging to Chelsea fans at Wembley Stadium gradually fell silent. No one applauded the penalty, and no one cheered for the upcoming victory. Powell looked down and saw the commotion. Looking at the lumpy lawn, a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.

There was a burst of angry cursing in the stands belonging to Barcelona:

"Is the referee blind? We didn't foul at all!"

"Who knows? Maybe his eyes are just on his ass."

The referee ignored the boos and curses all over the venue, and only asked calmly, "Are you ready?"

Cyril stood in front of the football.

He could clearly hear the anger from the Barcelona fans in the stands, and he could also feel the indescribable silence from the Chelsea fans.The angry and chattering Busquets, in front of the Barcelona goal not far away, Valdez with a gloomy face who was ready to make a save...

He lifts his foot and shoots!

"Slade made a free throw, this ball..." Martin Taylor lost interest at this time.Originally he thought it was a wonderful Champions League final, but now he felt that everything was ruined by the referee in front of him.

What the hell is that man thinking?Because they misjudged Chelsea's penalty, they gave Chelsea another penalty?Doesn't he know that his self-righteous "balance" has completely ruined a wonderful Champions League final?

For Chelsea, even if they beat Barcelona with this penalty kick in this game, the players and fans may not be very happy-they really hate Barcelona, ​​which stepped on Chelsea's corpse in 2009, to the throne, but more I hate the "referee" who has obliterated Chelsea's dream time and time again.

Every Chelsea person hopes to complete this long-awaited revenge plan: defeating that high and mighty Barcelona!Let this proud European overlord pay the price for the violation of the Blue Army back then!

But what they hope to see is definitely not the scene in front of them!

What's the point of defeating Barcelona through such a penalty kick?

Martin Taylor is ready to continue commenting on the penalty kick. He even thought about it. Although he is biased towards the Premier League team, he will never shout "GOAL" when the football goes into the net. This embarrassing goal, Let it go quickly.

Thinking of this, Martin Taylor continued to explain while looking at the court intently: "The goal is... no," the scene on the court made him stunned involuntarily. He forgot the language for a while and could only stay. Staring blankly at the scene on the field——

The penalty was kicked away.

It's not because the penalty shooter is not capable enough to kick, but it's very obvious that there is no kick that goes towards the goal at all. The direction the ball flies to is not even the goal, but straight, flying to the right of the goal. Passed over, fell to the corner kick point, and slowly rolled out of the boundary.

Martin Taylor froze.

The fans in the stands also stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

In front of Barcelona's goal, Valdes took a deep look at the youth in front of him.

In just a short while, he thought about every free throw habit and foot use that belonged to Slade, and thought about how he should judge and which direction to save, but he never expected that the opponent would choose to directly Kicked the football out of bounds.

He didn't say anything.

The Barcelona goalkeeper silently got up from the ground, slowly walked up to the football out of bounds, then squatted down and picked it up.

Messi raised his head stupidly and looked at the opponent player in front of him.At this time, the Chelsea youth who had taken the penalty kick had turned around, passed by him, and walked towards Chelsea's half without looking back.Turn a blind eye to everything you see and hear around you.

Busquets, who was still complaining and cursing endlessly, froze, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassing.

After a while, Martin Taylor recovered his voice, and said tremblingly: "This goal, this goal was not scored!" At the end of his speech, his voice suddenly became louder. The style of a Premier League fan, but everyone can hear the joy in the commentator's tone.

"Cyril Slade chose to miss the penalty. I must say, this is a very, very remarkable decision." Martin Taylor said in a deep voice, with a serious tone: "Modern football has developed to the present, more and more In order to win, many teams have begun to try all kinds of sneaky tricks, for a set kick, they can cheat and deceive referees and fans, but few people realize the importance of 'fairness' in competitive sports."

"We should be aware: this is a penalty kick, this is a penalty kick from the Champions League final, there are less than 15 minutes left before the end of the regular season, and the score between the two sides is now 2:2, that is to say, if Sly Germany took this penalty normally, then tonight's victory may belong to Chelsea."

"But he refused."

Martin Taylor sighed: "I once thought that Cyril Slade was an excellent player. Until now, I found that I didn't know enough about him."

"His excellence lies not only in his talent, his hard work, and his strength, but also in his grandeur, his mind and strength of character!"

Outside the lawn, Nuoda's Wembley Stadium was silent for a moment.

Soon, bursts of applause from the stands gathered together like a river, and the momentum was as mighty as thunder, which made everyone who saw this scene dumbfounded.

Amidst the applause of the audience, the Chelsea fans proudly puffed up their chests.

Yes, this is Chelsea!

We won't rely on the referee to win, and we won't fall if we touch it!Chelsea are pure men's team!What penalty?We don't care about that kind of thing!

The victory we want, the championship we want, the goal we want to beat Barcelona, ​​will be achieved by us!

And when the game is over, every Chelsea person will be able to walk out of this stadium proudly!

……

"Why are you applauding? Don't forget, that guy has pierced through our goal several times!" Miguel asked in a low voice while applauding.

He is a loyal Barcelona fan - otherwise he would not have made a special trip to the UK to watch the Champions League final. At this time, while maintaining the movement of clapping his hands, he spoke to his companions in a bad tone.

The companion he spoke to curled his lips in disdain: "Take care of your own first." He paused, then stammered, "Aren't I... happy? What if Chelsea scored If we take this penalty, maybe we will lose? Yes, that’s right!” At the end of his speech, he cheered up and said confidently, “I’m just happy for the team, can’t I?”

Miguel glanced at him, and suddenly said: "What if, even if this is the case, we still lost?"

Nadal glared, and retorted loudly: "How is it possible? We are the Cosmos team! No one will lose to Chelsea, okay?"

Miguel let out an "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Nadal turned his head with a guilty conscience, and returned his gaze to the court as if nothing had happened.Of course he couldn't tell his companion, when he asked that sentence, the first thought that popped into his mind was actually——

If he lost to Chelsea like this, even he would probably... be convinced, right?

On the pitch, the game continues.

The referee blew his whistle and when kick-off resumed, Iniesta kicked the football to Lampard.The latter did not refuse either, and passed the football back to the backcourt with one kick.

"The game continues, and now there are still 12 minutes before the end of the game," Martin Taylor said: "Now both sides are standing on the same starting line. From the scene, Chelsea is indeed at a disadvantage, but I believe that at this moment, it is probably over. There are many fans like me who don't believe that Chelsea will lose this game."

"In the kick-off, Iniesta took the initiative to kick the ball to Lampard - it was a pleasure to watch, and I even thought it was probably the best pass I've seen this season. I think..." Martin Taylor said with a smile: "No matter how football develops in the future, the spirit and connotation of sports competition will never disappear."

The author has something to say: the next chapter ends the game...probably (.