[Football] Anti-system

Tonight's Moscow may have once again made the Blues desperate.

Many people have already recalled the curse of the Champions League in London. It seems that the team from London has never been able to win the European Champions Cup.

In terms of the number of strong teams, London can be regarded as the most powerful "football capital" in Europe.But the so-called curse made London's many strong teams pass the Champions League trophy again and again.

There are still 10 minutes until the end of the game.In many cases, even just five or six minutes can turn the tide of the battle.

But scoring goals in such a big competition is a hundred times more difficult than usual.

In most cases, the duel scenes between giants in important events are very ugly.

Everyone was worried that their mistakes would lead to catastrophe, Qi Qi became cautious.

So under such circumstances, how should Chelsea attack?

And how to prevent Manchester United from scoring again?

Petr Cech, who was wearing a helmet, and Terry, the captain of the blue team who was observing the surrounding area, were at a loss.

How do they stop Scorpius' long ball?How to prevent the super pass from the former Red Devils No. 7, but more accurate and unpredictable than Beckham?

He was also a member of the blue team, he understands this team, and now he has undergone a further transformation.The red blood seemed to be burning ragingly within that body.That became his will as well as his spirit.

He stumbled all the way, but never gave up.

The weather and the turf might have hindered Scorpius to some extent, but now it seems that nothing can stop him.

Perhaps there are only illnesses and coincidences.

He is not a child favored by God, and the huge cross behind him seems to be carved stroke by stroke by his ridiculous fate.

He is lucky in the eyes of many people, but in fact he is the most unfortunate.

Scorpius frowned vaguely.

The throbbing pain in his right ankle could not be ignored, and he did not feel numb from the passage of time.On the contrary, it seems to be venting its dissatisfaction, showing its own sense of existence.

Both were Champions League finals, it was as if something was against him in the dark.

The Northern Irishman staggered to the sidelines, frowning tightly, and carefully took off his socks.

The unbearable stinging pain was not his illusion, and the red and swollen ankle seemed to be more swollen than before.

Rooney, who was going to come over and say something to him, couldn't help but hissed lightly, frowned and worried about his injury, and quickly waved to the team doctor again on the field.

The performance of the team doctor was really confusing. He also looked very surprised by this situation, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Ferguson's expression looked like he was about to explode. If he hadn't scolded the team doctor now and might not be able to recruit qualified team doctors temporarily, he might have snatched the referee's whistle and yelled at him at the foot of this man who suddenly lost the chain at a critical moment.

The team doctor's face showed a bit of embarrassment, and he didn't think his diagnosis just now was wrong.After thinking for a moment, he replied, "It's probably because the medicine was washed away by the rain. I'll give you ice cubes."

Ice cubes were applied to the swelling, and the pain seemed to be frozen by the cold.

Scorpius nodded, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with his ankle.He tried to kick his legs twice, and felt that it was nothing serious.

Facing Ferguson's probing gaze, Scorpius shook his head reassuringly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it should just be because the medicine didn't work."

After all, it was raining too hard, and luckily the skin was not broken, otherwise I would have to worry about the wound being infected with water, and maybe I would have to get a tetanus shot.

Scorpius put on his socks again and returned to his position. When he passed by Cristiano, he brushed the wet hair of the worried Portuguese.

Ferguson looked at the figure of No. 19 in red and hesitated for a moment, and let Giggs, who had finished warming up, replace Scholes.

He should choose to trust the team doctor and Scorpius.

After repeatedly confirming to the team doctor that Scorpius' ankle was really fine, Ferguson set his sights on the remaining three substitutions.

He intends to stall for time at the end of the game and use up all the substitutions.

Anderson replaced Brown and Allan replaced Rooney.

Whether to use Alan to replace Rooney or Scorpius, Ferguson hesitated for a long time.

But Scorpius is indeed more able to open up the situation, and his offensive methods are very diverse.Staying on the court is more of a threat.He is a poisonous scorpion in the dark, always able to find the opponent's unexpected loopholes, and seize the opportunity, a fatal blow / and Rooney is not good at headers, Scorpius' high-altitude balls can only be passed to Cristia promise.

If Alan plays, he can help Cristiano share some pressure.

Similarly, in response to Ferguson's tactical changes.

Grant also made a substitution.

Belletti replaced Makelele, who may have some physical strength.Kalou and Anelka replaced underperforming Malouda and Joe Cole respectively.

His substitution made the old Scot stop chewing gum.

Grant replaced two full-backs in a row, undoubtedly using two wingers with better physical strength, Kalou and Anelka, to strengthen the offensive power of the wing.

Manchester United's wings may not be able to stop Chelsea's fierce attack.

He can only give hope to his defense.

"Both sides took advantage of this time to make substitutions. Chelsea obviously didn't want to give up. They hoped to score an equalizer or win."

But the most unfortunate thing happened in the 87th minute.

Kalou's attack from the right broke through Manchester United's defense, and then passed the ball to Drogba in the center on the right.

After receiving the ball, the Beast began to rampage in Manchester United's frontcourt, and Drogba still had physical strength.At this moment, he suddenly seized the gap, and ran desperately in order to recover the team's mistakes at the last moment.

And Manchester United's defense has been running back and forth throughout the game, and there is not much energy left.

At the same time, he already felt that the victory was in his hands and he was a little slack. At this moment, Ferdinand was knocked to the ground by Drogba. The beast directly looked at Van der Sar with an undisputable posture, and almost sent the ball into Manchester United. the gate.

The hearts of the fans in the stands were lifted down their throats again.

No one knows who will be the big winner in Moscow today.

The game was dragged into overtime.

With a sullen face, Ferguson yelled at the players on the pitch, directing their positions and condemning their dereliction of duty.

The rain in Moscow seemed to be a little heavier, like soybean-sized raindrops hitting the court drop by drop, splashing mud.

The fans in the stands took off their raincoat hats and sang Manchester United's team song "eon youreds Maer United" in the heavy rain, "Come on, Red Devils."

"Busby's baby made me cry."

"Whenever I think about their glory days..." Manchester United have given it their all.

It's a pity that today seems to be Manchester United's Good Friday. 2008 is the 50th anniversary of the Munich air crash. Perhaps under such a curse, the Red Devils are destined not to win their own victory.

Time and time again, this team delivered the ball to the goal through coordination.However, Terry and Cech, who played superbly, stopped football time and time again.

They fell in front of the goal again and again, and could only helplessly leave a long sigh in front of Chelsea's goal.

The game went into overtime with a tie.

It seems destined to usher in another penalty shootout.

But they held their heads high and never gave up until the last second.

They are all Busby's children, and they never admit defeat in their blood.

The singing on the sidelines is still magnificent: "We are the Red Devils Manchester United."

"Keep your fighting spirit and use your wits."

"Old Trafford, let us hear your loud voice."

The singing of the fans is like a battle song.

"Cheers to us, we give you pride and pride in return."

"Fifty thousand voices are singing our song."

The sea of ​​red dyed the sky over Moscow red.

In the last 8 minutes of extra time, Ryan Giggs dribbled the ball past the two from the wing. Manchester United's Welsh veteran with the most seniority set off a red storm on the pitch, causing cheers from the Manchester United fans in the stands.

Facing the siege of Chelsea's central defender, Giggs played the ball calmly and gave the ball to Ronaldo who was waiting in the middle.And Ronaldo did not live up to the expectations of Giggs and Manchester United fans. Under the gaze and cheers of tens of thousands of people, he immediately raised his leg and sent Cech a creative volley without stopping the ball.

"We can see Ronaldo with the ball! Shot! Carvalho!"

The voice of the commentator was very excited, the game has entered into a frenzy, and now any goal will directly determine the final result.

At this critical moment, Carvalho stepped forward and slammed the ball to the sideline with his chest.Blocked Manchester United's hopes.

No... The fans in the stands stared at No. 19 in red on the sidewalk.

The fiery jersey has been completely wet by the rain, but it has not lost the wind in this confrontation between red and blue.

It seemed that a line of fire was quickly burning on the green turf.

"The ball flew towards the corner between the baseline and the sideline. It's a pity this ball... Wait! Scorpius is chasing the ball."

The number 19 in red is fast, like an elf jumping on the court.

But Ashley Cole followed closely behind, constantly harassing with movements.

He gritted his teeth, and finally decided to give his national team teammate a sliding tackle from behind.

Seeing that the ball is about to go out, he can't relax in the slightest when facing Scorpius!

This is Scorpius!

He understands the horror of his teammates in the national team. At critical moments, he must not take risks!

The singing of Manchester United fans is still loud: "In these nine 10 minutes."

"We want them to know:" "We are Manchester United!"

"And the glory always belongs to Manchester United!"

The commentator stood up excitedly: "The ball went out of bounds? Oh, Scorpius quickly turned around and lightly avoided Cole's sliding tackle, and took advantage of the turning rotation to bring the ball back. The ball did not go out of the line! Leather cross! No, it's a shot!"

He seemed undisturbed by the rain at all.

After turning around calmly, Scorpius took a position infinitely close to the bottom line, and shot directly at Chelsea's goal at a negative angle.

Chelsea boss Abramovich held his breath.

"We will stand on top of the world."

That life was like fire and blood.

The stumbling that carried him along the way recorded his scars.

The number 19 behind him seems not only to show his ambition and determination to win, but also to commemorate him.

At the age of 19, he met a person, met his sun, and picked up his hope again.

He stands here and tells the world with facts.

He may not have great talent, but hard work is his best weapon.

The boy curled up in the stairwell had already stood up, he had defeated himself, and he would defeat anyone else.

Once again, the black and red ball seemed to be equipped with a remote control antenna, drawing an incredible arc in the air at the will of the Northern Irishman, heading straight for the net.

What an amazing ball, the arc it draws in the air is the most perfect and beautiful mathematical curve.People are intoxicated by it, they can't take their eyes off, their heart beats for it, and they hold their breath, for fear that their breaths will frighten the beautiful elves flying in the air.

Scorpius stopped in place, watching the ball in the air with expectant eyes.

"Unbelievable!"

The commentator roared: "This is an exquisite shot from a negative angle! It's unbelievable!"

But tonight.

It may be too early to say that the glory belongs to Manchester United.

Tonight's Chelsea goalkeeper Petr Cech may be the most unbelievable one tonight.

The Chelsea goalkeeper wearing a helmet leaped high, raised his palm, but suddenly changed direction for some reason, protruding his palm to the right of the goal.

And it was his sudden action that miraculously blocked the ball that suddenly changed direction.

"World-class save! Cech proved his worth with this one save! It seems that God and fate gave him a revelation in time. Skorpi's ball is exquisite, but Cech is obviously better. Praise God, this is amazing It was a fantastic game.”

It is like a beautiful ballet on the green grass, but it is even more thrilling and shocking.

Cech, who fell on the ground, was relieved, and Terry rushed towards him and hugged him excitedly.

Scorpius tossed his hair, shook his head and let out a long sigh.

Sometimes dribbling really is a big part of winning.

He was 100% sure of scoring this goal, but he didn't expect Cech's prediction to be so outrageous.It's almost like he's on the hook.

He smiled wryly at his teammates who came to comfort him, not quite understanding why he always met a guy favored by God in every game.

Scorpius squatted down on the spot and looked at his ankles, biting his lip and hesitated.

The turning around and dribbling just now put a lot of burden on his ankle. At this moment, there was another heart-pricking pain in his right ankle like a muscle tear.

The pain made his lower lip turn white as he bit it hard.

With only 3 minutes left, the lessons learned made him panic about the next penalty shootout, for fear that the tragedy of the rainy night in Athens a year ago would happen again.But Manchester United has run out of substitutions. Even if he wants to end at this moment, he probably has no choice but to pray that he is not among the five penalty kicks.

He doesn't want to spell disaster for another team.

Seeing that the game was about to enter a penalty shootout, before Scorpius had time to signal Ferguson, a new situation suddenly occurred on the court.Didier Drogba didn't know why he quarreled with Vidic.During the quarrel, the Ivorian uncalmly slapped Vidic in the face with his hand, which caused a catastrophe.

Vidic was furious by this blow. In terms of physique, a strong Serbian man is not afraid of Warcraft, and the Red Devils' central defender does not intend to just let Chelsea's Warcraft slap him.Seeing that the two were about to wrestle together.

Terry and Ferdinand rushed over to stop Vidic and Drogba, and the referee Michel also hurried forward to calm the situation.

But the slap that Drogba slapped Vidic was indeed inappropriate, and it was seen by all the audience on the scene.

The consequences of physical fights between players, especially on the court, are very serious.

So the referee gave Drogba a red card.

In the last minute of the game, the Ivorian was sent off the pitch.

Grant's face darkened.

This is equivalent to making him lose a penalty general.

And Manchester United drew the lottery for the penalty.

It seems that fate seems to have tilted in favor of Manchester United.

Some Manchester United fans in the stands couldn't help but quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about who on the Chelsea field could be pulled out to kick a penalty.

The penalty shootout started with the fans beating their hearts like drums.

Everyone is eager to swallow a quick-acting heart-saving pill at this time, and even many fans cover their eyes and dare not watch the situation on the field.They crossed their hearts and prayed that God would bring luck to their team.

"The penalty shootout has begun. Mentioning a penalty kick is not good news for both parties..." The referee blew his whistle to signal, and the small white spot in front of the goal became a position that made almost all players weak-legged and flustered.

Such a close distance is actually very easy to score goals. The comparison is the mentality, wisdom, acting skills and luck of the players.

Ballack, Chelsea's first-round kicker, scored a goal steadily, the German arched his foot, and Van der Sar failed to stop the first goal.

Chewing gum, Ferguson looked towards the front of Chelsea.

He has enough confidence in Giggs.

On behalf of Manchester United, the veteran Ryan Giggs took the lead. Faced with the pressure of Ballack scoring the first goal, the Welsh veteran took his time and tricked Petr Cech with fake moves, and calmly pushed the ball into the bottom left corner of the goal.

Ferguson nodded indistinctly and looked away.

Skorpi, wearing the No. 19 jersey, temporarily sat on the bench, facing Ferguson's gaze, applying ice packs to the red and swollen ankles.

The team doctor's face became even more ugly under Ferguson's angry glaring, and he whispered tremblingly: "It should have been a sprain at the time, but now... now it should be a partial dislocation."

Cristiano couldn't help but took a deep breath, squatted down and wanted to touch Scorpius' swollen ankle carefully, but he was still a little worried that he would hurt him.Hesitantly, he could only squat beside him and put his hands on his thighs to comfort him.

Scorpius couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Destiny is simply a capricious clown who likes to play tricks on others, and then laughs and mocks him unceremoniously.

Fate is capricious and capricious.

A year ago he was wearing blue.

Athens, rainy night, dislocation, penalty.

A year later he was wearing red.

Moscow, rainy nights, dislocations, penalties... Ferguson doesn't really want him to take penalties, and neither does Scorpius.

He doesn't want to ruin the fate of a team again.

Chelsea's Belletti sent the ball into the dead corner and Van der Sar presumably went the wrong way.

In the second round of penalties, Ferguson sent Carrick.

Carrick's solid penalty beat Petr Cech again, sending the ball into the half-height net with an inside push.

In the third round, Lampard almost missed a penalty. His shot was saved by Van der Sar, but the ball still tenaciously crashed into the net.

The heart of every fan is in the throat, and the faster and faster heartbeat makes many people almost dizzy and dare not watch this game anymore.Even mixed with the faint sobbing of Chelsea fans.

Who will take the top spot in Europe tonight?

Cristiano Ronaldo comes on.

Manchester United fans sang viva Ronaldo for him. The Portuguese took a deep breath calmly and looked at the goal. His eyes were focused and he was determined to win.

After the Portuguese shook his calf with a feint, he quickly kicked a half-high ball before Cech could react.

But Cech, who had been cheated twice before, once again jumped in the right direction like a god, and threw the ball out unbelievably!

"Oh my God!...Cech's performance today is really...I can't say anything. At this moment, I can only applaud him."

The narrator raised his hands in surprise.

At this moment, his mood is the same as most of the audience in front of the TV-the football is indeed round.

Before the penalty shootout began, he was also sure that Manchester United would win.

Now the result seems to be confusing again, who can take away the trophy?

Destiny seems to be vacillating between the two teams. For a while, I don't know which team should give more misfortune or favor.

For Manchester United fans and players, at that moment, there was only one thought in their minds: it was over.

The pressure fell on Manchester United almost instantly.

No one thought that this goal would be missed. The Portuguese's penalty kick ability is definitely one of the best in the team.Ferguson was full of confidence in him.

Grant, who had been frowning because of Drogba's fate until just now, could hardly hide the joy on his face, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

The Goddess of Victory seems to have waved to Chelsea, and today, they will get back on their feet and get up wherever they fall.

And this time, Scorpius Westin, who missed a penalty, was opposite them.

Cristiano's eyes turned red when he realized that he had missed the penalty. This child who has been loved since he came to Dream Theater seemed to have become a sinner accused by the Red Devils in an instant.

Under the cover of raindrops, he may have already burst into tears.

He couldn't figure out why he missed this crucial penalty kick.

It would be nice if his angle could be a little more off, but there is no if.

He raised his sleeve and kept wiping his eyes, biting his lip with a stubborn look on his face.

Scorpius' heart thumped violently, and the ice pack in his hand fell to the ground.

He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his ankle for a moment, stood up and looked at No. [-] in red on the field.

People's eyes are fixed on the number 7 of Manchester United sitting on the ground covering his eyes in bewilderment.

There is also Manchester United No. 19 who stretched out his hand towards him for some reason.

Compared with CR7, people prefer the real Ronaldo, the football elf Ronaldinho, who is dedicated, clean, modest, not arrogant, handsome, has no scandals, does not go to nightclubs, and always talks about God , full of gratitude, Kaka who went to the church while others went to the brothel.

The impression of this shy Portuguese teenager is not so good. People think that he is arrogant, arrogant, provoking opponents, diving, flashy, arrogant... There are always people who can't understand his triumphant face.

But why should he care about other people's eyes?

The boy in Madeira Island was born for football. He was desperately looking for sunshine in the once gloomy corner, like a sunflower rooted in the gap.

He stepped on the ball, dribbled the ball, pushed the ball, pulled the ball, and gained his pride and happiness from running.

It doesn't matter what others think of him, he is just chasing his own victory, worthy of himself.

Step by step, he proved his ability to all those who once looked down on him with hard work and sweat.

Scorpius seemed to see his helpless self hugging his knees through him.

And Cristiano held out his hand at that moment.

So now, he will never let him give up on himself, cry into tears but watch the team go to the abyss because of him in despair.

Scorpius took a deep breath and looked at Ferguson sincerely: "My lord..." He hated his cowardice, cowardice and fear made him unable to escape Orianna's control and system.

But now, he knows that facing the same scene as a year ago again, he will not choose to escape again.

The fourth round of penalty kicks continued.

Ashley Cole also missed the penalty and Van der Sar made a solid stop.

Hargreaves took a deep breath and also sent the ball into the net.

At this time, Mr. Ronaldo, who walked back to the sideline step by step, lived like a poor kitten that rolled in the mud, dripping muddy water all over his body.

He bowed his head in frustration and apologized to Ferguson: "It's all my fault. If only I could kick the bottom right corner. I shouldn't have picked that high ball. We should have won."

The Portuguese blamed himself and felt sad. He took three steps at a time and threw himself into Scorpius' arms aggrievedly. His soft curly hair wet by the rain rubbed against his neck. Soon, Scorpius noticed Some heat to the shoulders.

He knew he was crying.

Scorpius sighed inwardly.

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Terry, who played in the fifth round, ran up and pushed, but he did not expect that his left foot slipped on the slippery turf, his footing was unstable, and the shot bounced off the post!

There was a burst of exclamation in the stands, it seems that things have turned again!

Scorpius touched Cristiano's hair to comfort him, his purple eyes were firm and gentle: "It's okay, we will win this game, I promise you, Mr. Ronaldo."

The arms around his waist hugged him tighter, and Cristiano cried miserably, unable to answer him.

Scorpius patted him on the back, lowered his voice, and said in a voice only he could hear, "Expect me, Chris, I want to respond, your expectations."

The Portuguese could not continue to bury his shoulders to escape, nor could he care about his image at this moment.

He raised his head in surprise, and stopped him: "Wait a minute, Scorpius, isn't that a system? You...you can't. I..."

He held Scorpius' arm with his fingers in a panic, not understanding why he finally got rid of the system, but he said such words.

Scorpius smiled, tiptoed and kissed his forehead: "No, Chris, this is my own expectation. I hope you can place your expectations on me, and I will bring you victory .”

He stared at his brows and eyes with a firm expression: "I also want to be your sun, Chris."

Glancing at Ferguson, Scorpius nodded and resolutely walked onto the turf.

The commentator's voice suddenly became a little dry: "I seem to have returned to Athens in 2007. That night, the Blues were unwilling to give up in the rainy Athens from beginning to end. They presented a wonderful game for the fans. Skorpi's performance even threatened Kaka."

"But on the fifth goal, Skorpi injured his ankle and he missed that penalty, ruining Chelsea's fate."

"Now he's standing on the rainy Moscow stadium again, his old right ankle injury has recurred, I don't understand why he's standing on the penalty spot again, and I don't understand why Ferguson, like Mourinho, indulges the injured. He took a crucial penalty."

Scorpius stood in front of Cech, facing Cech's complicated eyes.

He knew that this goal would determine the fate of Manchester United.If he misses the penalty like he did a year ago, Manchester United will be like Chelsea.

But he knew he couldn't fail.

The child who ran wantonly on the streets of the United States has grown up little by little, running desperately under the minions of the nightmare.

Now he has cast off all the shackles that bind him, and has become his own god.

The corners of his lips raised, evoking a smile.

The purple eyes are like stars, shining brightly in the dark rainy night.

Scorpius took a deep breath.

When "Miracle" sounded in the stands.

When he frankly accepts people's gaze.

When he wishes to respond to his own expectations.

He heard his own laughing voice, it was the sound from the vibration of his vocal cords: [Win the game]

He runs up, hits the ball.

Under the surprised eyes of Petr Cech, who threw to the right, he sent the ball into the center of the goal.

"We will stand on top of the world."

The rain stopped.

The author has something to say: the text ends here!Thanks to the little angels for their company all the way, the extra episode will make up for the European Cup.

I hope Scorpius can make up for the past and at the same time recognize himself.He can respond to his own expectations, really get out of control, be who he wants to be, do what he wants to do.

This is the best ending I can think of for Scorpius.

He would be willing to do it for Luo, but also for himself.

I am very grateful to the little angels for their company all the way, you have worked hard, without you this book would not exist.

The anti-system book is not an orthodox blood competition to be precise, its starting point is actually for female votes.

The character design and brain hole are all out of my brain when I was in high school. It is inevitable that some literary youths will talk about the truth.Now that three years have passed, I still want to write out Scorpius' character settings completely.It can be regarded as the fulfillment of a dream at the beginning.

I still like the feelings of comforting each other, in order to make the feelings more natural.Therefore, this emotional drama will inevitably appear a bit lengthy, and many places may go back and be revised.

Anyway, thank you very much for your company.

There may be football articles in the follow-up, but it is estimated that there will be no such emotional dramas.If you are interested in the little angel, you can check out my column and collect it.

In the future, if I have some ideas, I will edit it and make it into a physical book as a souvenir. I may order two or three more copies when I order.There will be a lottery at that time.

Well, bye bye.