[Football] Anti-system

Manchester United's No. 7 Cristiano stared at the screen for a long time, and finally stood up and turned off the TV.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and took out his wallet, took his coat and car keys and went out the door.

Manchester's airport soon ushered in a "familiar face" wearing sunglasses to wrap himself tightly.

The man who was dressed as if he was going to participate in the filming of "The Matrix" but didn't have time to take care of his curly hair deliberately lowered his voice and bought a first-class ticket to Athens.

At the same time, the Champions League final match is still going on.

AC Milan is under a lot of pressure.

It was in the final of the Champions League two years ago that they were reversed by Liverpool and lost a penalty shootout.

An unforgettable memory of Istanbul.

The pressure on Chelsea is also great.

Penalty shootouts are not what Chelsea want to see.

To be precise, no team led by Mourinho will practice penalty kicks too much.Because the chances of getting a penalty kick are usually very small, and penalty kicks pay more attention to the player's mentality on the court.

So Chelsea didn't practice penalties too much.

This is why Scorpius was so disappointed after missing the last goal.

One is because he does not want to surrender his life to fate.

The second is because Chelsea have little hope of winning.

The third is because he dragged Chelsea down.

If he hadn't insisted on staying on the field, if he hadn't asked his teammates to pass him every second, Mourinho wouldn't have no time to make substitutions as he does now.

The head coach was going to make a substitution at the end of the game, but he didn't interrupt the game in order to allow this goal to be scored.

If the penalty is lost, he is Chelsea's sinner.

Scorpius smiled wryly in his heart, and even before the game he triumphantly assured the head coach that he would bring victory for Chelsea and him.

But now he didn't even dare to look back, afraid to see the disappointment shining in the eyes of the head coach and teammates.

Everything has gone away from him, he dare not look at the stands, afraid to see the fans who hate him.

He was taught by his mother since he was a child: "You are the best in the world, you can't disappoint anyone who has expectations of you, you must do it, you can't fail. What people expect of you, do your best, Even if you risk your life. Only by catering to and fulfilling the expectations of others, and fulfilling all my expectations of you, will you have the value of living."

He told himself in his heart that if he could win, Chelsea could win.

But in the rain, his body kept shaking slightly. He didn't know if it was because of fever, too cold, or because of fear.

What if you lose?

He didn't even have time to apologize to the head coach, he would die right away?

He knelt in front of Milan's door and thought about it, but he was hugged by a force from behind, hugging his armpit.

Scorpius looked up and unexpectedly met Nesta's gaze.

The Italian defender didn't show any special expression on his face, as if the Chelsea teenager blocking Milan's goal was just a large rag doll in his eyes.

He just dragged him off the ground, carefully avoiding Scorpius' injured right foot, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to return Chelsea's current vial to his teammate.

He calmly glanced at the ashen-faced Scorpius, and said flatly: "The game is not over yet."

Scorpius was handed back to Drogba. He glanced in surprise at No. 13 Milan, who turned away and walked towards his teammates. Drogba didn't say anything about the goal just now, but called Lampard to come and help him. Looking at Scorpius, he squatted down and took off Scorpius' socks to check his right ankle: "How do you feel?"

The fair ankle was red and swollen.

Scorpius pulled up the hem of his jersey and wiped the blood on his face, then shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Terry also rushed over, planning to hug the little player to the sidelines directly.

Coincidentally, just hearing this sentence, he raised his eyebrows, squatted down and poked Scorpius' ankle.

Scorpius frowned sharply and hissed softly.

Terry rolled his eyes at him: "Go to the hospital."

They were all swollen like sandbags, and they said it didn't hurt. It would be strange if it didn't hurt.

Scorpius shook his head: "Wait a little longer, I'll wait for the game to end."

Even sitting on the sidelines, he wants to be with the team.

Mourinho watched Scorpius sit down next to him, took a bottle of sports drink from his assistant and handed it to him, but only patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and said nothing else.

He didn't want to put pressure on anyone in the team anymore, not to mention that Scorpius scored that goal, but Chelsea's luck was a little bit worse.

Now choosing five players from the field to take a penalty kick stumped Mourinho. He wanted to replace Skorpi at the end of the game, but he didn't expect that for this goal, he couldn't make up five on the field. personal.

Didier Drogba, Lampard, John Terry, Joe Cole...and...he

Turning his gaze to Scorpius sitting beside him: "Can you still kick?"

Skorpi's set kicks are terribly accurate. He is the first free thrower in the team. Even if he hurts his right foot, he still has his left foot.

What's more, this is Scorpius' first Champions League final.

Mourinho thought, if he wins this game, he must cheer for football and victory, right?

Scorpius has slowly recovered. This "most special kid" stands on the court. No one criticizes his depression. They just sincerely expect him to win. They are just waiting for the birth of a generation of superstars .

Damn the linesman.

That goal should have made him. He has proved with his own performance that he is a big-time player and a superstar player that every coach wants.

But the linesman ruined everything.

He ruined not only Chelsea's dream, but also a child's life-saving straw.

He watched Scorpius knelt in front of the door and was still unwilling to turn his head, and he was still unwilling to stand up, which was heartbreaking.

He wanted Scorpius to take a penalty because it all had to be damned all over again.

Because he wants to bring victory to Chelsea and stabilize his position.

Also because.

He wanted the little player who smiled at him at the beginning to reassure him not to worry, to really jump up and cheer for once.

He wants him to stand on the podium and hold the Golden Globe trophy and smile happily, and he wants all the hard work he put in to get what he deserves.

Standing here, the only thing he can do is to let Scorpius come on to take this penalty.

With his scoring rate, he knows he can.

He knew he would jump at the chance to be a hero.

Scorpius looked at him in a daze, blinked his eyes and thought about what he meant for a moment, then immediately replied: "Of course, boss. As long as you want me to play, I can."

Of course he is willing to take this penalty kick.

He wants to win, no matter the cost.

Terry grabbed him by the collar and said angrily, "You don't want to touch football again?! Are you fucking crazy?"

But they can't stop the will of the coach and Scorpius himself.

Mourinho let him play last, so that the team doctor had time to help him relieve the pain and interfere with it as little as possible.

In the penalty shootout, Milan took the lead.

Milan's first goal was Kaka. Facing Cech, the Son of God was not timid, and he successfully sent the ball into the goal.

Drogba did not disappoint the Chelsea fans against Dida, either, as the ball went into the net.

In the second round, Pirlo took the penalty and the ball also entered the net.

Lampard's penalty is also very secure, Dida threw it in the wrong direction.

Third round.

Cech successfully blocked Favalli's penalty.

The pressure suddenly came to Joe Cole. If he can score this goal, Chelsea's winning percentage will increase immediately.

But Cole's luck was not very good. In the heavy rain, he also missed the penalty kick.

Fourth round.

Milan made no more mistakes.

And Terry also sent the ball into the opponent's gate.

In the fifth round, perhaps because of too much pressure, Inzaghi missed the penalty.

The rain was so heavy that it was difficult for the players to control the ball under their feet.

Finally Scorpius stood at the door.

As long as he can score this goal, Chelsea will win.

This is a crucial shot.

And all he has to do is stand twelve yards in front of the goal, simply lift his foot, like he has practiced countless times in the basement, and send the ball into the goal.

He stood in front of the door, thinking about many things at once.

About himself, about Chelsea, about his manager.

During his three years of coaching, every sentence of his speech in front of the media has caused the most dedicated and talkative English media in the world to magnify every sentence of his with a microscope over and over again, and carefully study every word of him. What is the meaning of each letter.

They nailed labels such as "arrogance, arrogance, and perverse" on him.

But Scorpius knew he wasn't like that.

He is the best coach.

He knows every player like the back of his hand.

He's humble and reserved, and he's knowledgeable.

He'd drive around his house in the morning to bring him breakfast, and he'd pretend to casually bring up his medication problems to get him to take less sleeping pills.

He would call him home with all sorts of excuses, just to keep him from eating those meat pastes and vegetable juices made in the blender.

He is the first to arrive at the training ground every day.

The notes he gave him were all handwritten by himself, and his notebooks were densely packed with his tactics.

He is a very nice guy.

This is Chelsea's best chance.

They are only one step away from victory.

Mourinho deserved it all, and it was the best reward he could get for three years of unremitting dedication.

Scorpius stood at the door.

He thinks he really wants to score goals for one person.

The reason why he said in front of the media that he would bring victory to Chelsea and his coach was because he even wanted to use the system to force himself.

For Mourinho who did all of this, for the confidence to plead with Mourinho for Sheva, for Drogba who worked tirelessly on the court and even concentrated on feeding him cakes, for the sake of bearing too much pressure but behind Terry who wanted to pass the ball straight to him, Lampard who passed more balls to him for the obvious off-center...for everyone.

This goal can only be scored.

The referee's whistle blows.

Scorpius took a deep breath and lifted his left foot towards the goal to touch the ball.

Many fans closed their eyes nervously and kept praying to God in their hearts.

But at this moment, a sharper stabbing pain came from the ankle of the right foot that was used as support.

Scorpius didn't stand still, his body shook violently.

The purple eyes widened in an instant, he wanted to endure the pain and quickly adjust his body, but it was too late.

His left foot has touched the ball.

The black and white ball was forced, rolled forward a few times, and stopped quietly beside the goal post.

The ball didn't go in.

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