What is a destructive midfielder?

Chapter 221 The biggest tragedy in the history of the European Cup final was born!
The balance of victory is tilted towards the Matador Legion.

There are very few opportunities for Portugal to threaten the opponent's danger zone.

Instead, it was frantically suppressed by Spain.

The midfield strangled but couldn't fight, and the overall operation couldn't work.

Joao Mario couldn't even touch the ball, let alone deliver shells to Ronaldo.

"Under Li Kang's organization and connection, Spain played smoothly and smoothly."

"The midfield core of several European giants is gathered together, and the control and dominance are terrible!"

"Just using the rhythm change can torture the opponent to the point of no return."

"Oh, we saw that Ronaldo also participated in the defense, and his attitude was very positive!"

"One person does nothing."

Pepe and Fonte are miserable.

They faced Diego Costa, who was at his peak, and it was really hard to stop them without fouling.

Not to mention there are three "auxiliary plug-ins" including Cazorla, Iniesta, and David Silva.

What's even more frightening is: there is also Li Kang who attacks from time to time!
Portugal's defense was faltering.

Fortunately, goalkeeper Patricio regained a little bit of form, high-resisting and resisting, and repeatedly resolved dangers.

"A talented goalkeeper with a bright future!"

"His performance in this European Cup was so brave."

The 15th minute of the game.

Joao Mario exploded.

Correct.

It's like hiding passive talents.

This guy occasionally gets nervous, and when he gets nervous, it's as if he's on the loose.

with a snap.

He defended Fonte in time to steal the ball from Diego Costa.

"Portugal's counterattack!"

"The ball is lost again!"

Did not advance a few steps.

Li Kang completed the steal and quickly dribbled forward.

The entire Spanish team was like a red torrent, unstoppably scouring the opponent's penalty area.

Continuous fast delivery.

Exquisite coordinated running pass.

The trajectory of football is like a sharp knife.

Portugal's defense line was as thin as a sheet of paper and was torn to pieces.

Cazorla sent a strange oblique pass from the outside instep of his left foot. After receiving the ball, Carvajal got rid of William Carvalho and contributed an exquisite through ball with high concealment. Portugal's defense was completely pierced.

Diego Costa shoved Pepe away, and instead of shooting himself, he ferried to David Silva, who was in a better position.

The Manchester City midfielder blasted an arc shot from the top of the arc in the penalty area!
Patricio tried his best, and the white glove barely blocked the ball!
"This ball is not far from a clearance!"

"Danger!"

"Beautiful, come in again!"

Li Kang miraculously appeared near twelve yards, pushed lightly and scored!
3:0! ! !

Stade de France.

There was thunderous applause.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Li Kang was surrounded by his teammates.

Spanish fans and neutral fans shouted hoarsely.

Passed into the ears of Portuguese fans, it was like an elegy from hell.

They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

This is the big stage of the European Cup final.

How could it be so easy to score a goal?
Spain is not the German team!
How could it be so easy?

in the stands.

Dino and Belemta were excited.

Wöhler said with emotion: "The German team has no regrets in losing to this Spanish team. The Matador Dynasty has completed the revival and has an unparalleled midfield dominance."

The old man Top clapped his hands: "The World Cup will be held two years later, but maybe this is the last afterglow left by Spain to the world."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Bosque yawned.

Santos paled.

The one-sided crushing situation killed all suspense.

Not only was Portugal's defense line repeatedly defeated, but its psychological defense line was also gradually loosened under the opponent's constantly changing offensive.

too difficult.

Too tormented.

Sanchez, 19, had red eyes and shaking fists.

He finally realized how Senderos felt when he met Drogba.

The Spanish No. 6 in front of him is like a devil.

Pepe felt like throwing up.

He is 34 years old this year.

The physical strength of youth is simply not exhausted.

Now, in the extreme rhythm changes in Spain, he was abruptly exhausted and his physical strength plummeted, and he was in a panic.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

With the assistance of this group of second-rate defense partners, the Armada in front of him was much more terrifying than any opponent he had encountered in his career.

Diego Costa, who was cruising nearby, didn't even bother to use trash talk and petty tricks.
despair.

Despair occupied the hearts of all Portuguese.

Only the cheers that did not belong to them remained at the Stade de France.

On the green field.

Only one figure wearing the No. 7 jersey was left running back and forth.

He was so embarrassed.

The perfect passing lines, like the strings on a puppet, control the direction of his running.

It's like a country boy who just walked out of the Madeira Peninsula. In the world he experienced, he was ridiculed and bullied.

helpless.

Hesitant.

Useless futile resistance.

In the end, he was burnt out by an unyielding heart.

After a while.

Pressing to no avail.

He angrily cursed at his teammates behind him.

Santos waved his hand quickly.

If you increase the number of pressing players in the frontcourt, the backcourt will be penetrated in minutes!
"The Spanish team gradually slowed down."

"With the advantage of leading by three goals, we still have to take care of the physical strength of veterans like Iniesta."

"Cazorla and David Silva also have old injuries."

"The Armada is getting closer and closer to the Delaunay Cup!"

"C Ronaldo raised his hand towards the backcourt, encouraging his teammates to strengthen the rhythm of the frontcourt."

"A look of determination,"

"He's still holding on."

"Oh, why did Ronaldo limp when he ran?"

"It should be an old knee injury!"

"The knee joint is the most complex joint in the human body, and it is also the hub of the kinetic energy of the entire human body!"

"C Ronaldo sat on the turf!"

"Is there no way to stick to the game?"

Ronaldo took off the captain's armband and sat on the turf in pain.

The eye sockets are red.

His expression could not hide his disappointment and resignation.

The moment the guard was taken off, the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Iniesta hesitated a little and kicked the ball out of bounds.

The referee stopped the game and signaled the team doctor to come on.

At the Stade de France, there are no boos at the moment, only the sighs of the Portuguese fans.

It seems that the dream of winning the championship came to an abrupt end with the fall of Ronaldo.

He carries the hopes of countless fans,
The close-up pans to his face.

A moth fluttered its wings and landed between the eyebrows.

now.

It seems that the whole world has felt the sadness of Portugal's No. 7.

"The country boy who came out of the Madeira Peninsula, stepped on the mud and grew up to be the most watched superstar in the world."

"Fate played a joke and stopped his journey in the European Cup in France in the most helpless way."

"Butterflies cannot fly over the sea after all."

"A hero who fell on the road to his dream."

"12 years of reincarnation."

Studio.
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[Butterfly is a messenger sent by God, even God couldn't bear Ronaldo's crying. 】
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[What butterfly?That's a moth! 】
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[Insects and moths all over the corner flags and nets and turf! 】
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[I appreciate you fans who don't understand romance. 】
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[What to do, Ronaldo is gone, Portugal is finished. 】
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[If he is off the field, Portugal will show its true strength. 】

Quaresma comes off the bench.

The game resumed.

Li Kang suddenly discovered that Portugal's overall offensive and defensive ends have improved by a notch.

The distance between defensive positions is extremely reasonable.

On the offensive end, he can play a well-organized three-dimensional counterattack.

Losing the offensive core, all the Portuguese players liberated their nature one after another, and seemed to have broken the shackles that imprisoned everything.

"The Spanish team is still controlling the rhythm."

"Beautiful, Portugal steals the ball!!"

"The cooperation of Santos and Quaresma!"

"Infected by Ronaldo"

"This is leadership! Even if he can't persist in the game, the spirit he left behind is still inspiring his teammates!"

The second half.

Ronaldo returned to the bench after receiving treatment.

He couldn't help but stand beside the old coach Santos and command the team loudly on his behalf.

Portugal soon collapsed.

After all, a fiasco cannot be avoided.

finally.

Beep!beep beep~
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Spain 6:0 Portugal!
The biggest tragedy in the history of the European Cup final was born!
　back to normal tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)