What is a destructive midfielder?

Chapter 177
"There are no ups and downs and goals."

"It's a one-sided massacre!"

"Thousands of Real Madrid fans turned Leverkusen into Madrid and the Bernabéu."

"Congratulations to Real Madrid, congratulations to Zidane, after two years, the Blancos once again broke into the Champions League final! What awaits them are flowers and salutes from San Siro!"

Duan Xuan poked He Wei with his elbow.

But found that the partner around him was silent.

In the directing shot.

Someone is having a carnival.

Someone is lonely.

Countless complex emotions are intertwined.

Only no tears of regret.

What was experienced was a massacre, not evenly matched, not a confrontational battle where you come and go, not the ups and downs that leave suspense until the last moment.

Instead, it was hit by the dimensionality reduction through research.

One-sided tragedy.

Leno hugged the football he saved at the last minute.

He grabbed Captain Bender with red eyes and cursed:

"You cry ass, do you feel sorry? Wake up! Without Li, we would have been eliminated in the group stage!"

"Your physical energy is spent on the bellies of a few women, right? After which game is over, don't you play with women?"

"I'm an idiot too! I was fucked stupid by being shot by the other side, I'm a piece of shit."

"Why are you crying? Didn't you all book sports cars and mansions long ago? Dating a female celebrity? Thinking of moving to a wealthy family? Are you worthy?"

"The semi-finals of the Champions League may be the brightest moment in the life of you upstarts!"

No one responded.

Van Dijk's mentality is fine.

He originally thought that Chelsea would not be able to pass the test. After all, he was blasted countless times by Hazard and Diego Costa during the Southampton period.

He squeezed Leno's shoulder.

Instruct the other party not to speak any more.

"You are also an idiot, you can only retreat, and you are going to retreat to the goal line!"

Kisling sprawled on the turf.

Big mouth kick gas.

Chi Mu's body could no longer support nine to ten minutes of high-intensity competition.

He wanted to comfort Li Kang, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Are you going to retire early?
Rabbi Bella and Charhanoglu exchanged glances.

"Hakan, are you still leaving next season?"

"Let's talk about it after the European Cup."

"Oh! Forget it, you are in the same group as Li and Modric."

Son Heung-min buried his head deeply in his knees.

He can accept failure, but he cannot accept being a burden.

The Bayer Arena is a carnival for Real Madrid fans.

Leverkusen fans are a complex group.

When the team's general situation is gone, most people have already left the field early cursing.

Some extreme fan groups frantically threw lighters, drink bottles and other sundries towards the Leverkusen bench.

The abuse was endless.

Even the most die-hard fans cannot accept the shocking numbers on the scoreboard.

Brandt and Havertz rushed from the bench to the pitch.

Look worried.

"Li, it's no big deal to lose. In a few years, I will avenge you!"

"That's right. The overall strength is here, let's go back to the dormitory and have a good sleep!"

Li Kang shook his head.

The three phantom beasts knelt on the ground in pain, gradually blurring.

The King of the North Rhine was also blown away by the three midfielders of the Royal Ceremony.

No chance to struggle and breathe.

The same drama that saved the world against Arsenal and Chelsea did not work.

not far away.

Cross hesitated for a long time, but finally did not move.

"Luka, you should have a chat with him, this game"

Modric shook his head: "This game is the best answer at the club level. The single-core era is over. If he can't recognize the position he plays, he always regards himself as a forward or a defender."

Did not go on.

Suddenly, Zidane appeared in the sight of the two.

The Real Madrid coach did not celebrate with his players.

Instead, he walked up to Li Kang, grabbed the shoulder of the Leverkusen teenager, covered his mouth and whispered a few words.

Brandt and Haverts who are close at hand don't know what he said.

I saw Li Kang shaking his head.

Zidane couldn't hide a look of regret on his face.

The old man Top straightened his tie, with his messy white hair on his head, and walked into the green field with his head held high.

"You guys are already very good. What a fart!"

"Recognize the reality. We are a team that can't qualify for the group stage. No, it's a team that will be eliminated in the Champions League qualifying play-offs!"

"You won't be able to earn back the previous promotion bonuses and broadcast share income after playing for several seasons!"

"Don't be a fucking pussy! Stand up and thank the small group of supporters in the North Stand!"

CTV5 Live Room.

All the drafts that He Wei had prepared in his heart were overturned.

He suddenly couldn't use words to describe Leverkusen's Champions League road in a short period of time.

A rough and rough journey?

A frothy dream?
There are more and more barrage, covering the big screen.
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[Li Mingdeng's curse is broken. 】
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[The ball couldn't even touch it, the midfield collapsed, and it went straight through, leaving nothing. 】
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[It's not bad to score two face-saving goals in the first round. If Juventus and Atletico Madrid are drawn, they will be zero-blocked and slaughtered in both rounds, right? 】
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[Thinking about it now, Leverkusen is a real dish, Arsenal and Chelsea are just short of breath. 】
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[Bayern slaughtered Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid bloodbathed Bayern, what are you doing with Leverkusen? 】

Amsterdam.

The Dutch celebrities looked bitter.

They were afraid that the result of the score would affect the mood of the ball saint.

But saw Cruyff laughing and said: "I have also experienced several tragedies, the most serious one conceded three more goals than Lee,"

After all, he patted Rijkaard on the shoulder heavily: "What about you?"

Rijkaard frowned, trying to remember, but couldn't recall how many scenes of losing by a big score.

Whether he is in the national team or the club, he has Gullit and Van Basten by his side.

Only the "Three Musketeers of the Netherlands" have ever washed others' blood.

For example, the victor on the TV screen-Galaxy Battleship, they easily slaughtered with 5:0.

Madrid.

Mignano said indignantly: "Leverkusen's coaching staff is simply a bunch of idiots! Wouldn't they choose to stick to it?"

Bosque touched his mustache and joked: "The result of this score is normal. They have already fallen behind by two goals in the first round, and they can only fight with their backs in the second round. Under this premise, Leverkusen's defense seems to be going through There was a big avalanche."

"If it wasn't for Leno's outstanding form... far more than losing five goals."

"Forget it, how can there be so much heroism, the massacre that Zidane and Maradona have also experienced."

"Next, it's time to prepare for the European Cup."

Bayer Arena.

Post-match press conference.

Both coaches did not talk about the specific details of the game.

About the score result.

Zidane's response was simple: "We found the easiest way to beat this Leverkusen team from Hoffenheim, Borussia, Schalke 04 and the first leg of the Bernabeu."

The old man Top was silent for a long time before he bent down unknowingly: "Leverkusen's Champions League journey is not as good as it looks from the outside world. Li's wonderful performance in the past games has covered up many problems of the team. A draw against Arsenal and a tough one against Chelsea.”

"Teammates get carried away, fans get carried away, including me and the coaching staff are also intoxicated in the joy of promotion."

"Unfortunately, there is no superhero drama in Bayer Arena."

(End of this chapter)