Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 15 Don't forget that the ball is round

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It is not uncommon on the court to compete for penalty kicks.The referee ignored it and blew his whistle after signaling other players to exit the penalty area.

Prince positioned the ball, took a few steps back, and stood still.

Judging from his expression, he was full of anger, mainly due to the ridicule of He Yu's thousands of blows.He has always been known as a talented player. He feels that he is omnipotent. He feels that he has no possibility of losing to the idiot goalkeeper in front of him.

While staring at the goal, he thought to himself:

"I can't score a free kick, I can't score a long shot, and you can block it for me alone. Now, I don't believe that I can't score a penalty kick.

Just wait and see how I humiliate you later, Asian! "

Start, speed up, head towards the football, and kick hard with one kick...

"Oh!"

He Yu predicted the right direction, his right.

As soon as he stepped out of his right foot, his whole body flickered, and he withdrew his strength, stopped his movements, and stood still.

At first glance, there is a silly feeling, like disarming and surrendering.

Because, the ball flew into the sky and flew out of his sight.

It's really a good kick to masturbate, Chaotianque!

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Italy, Milan, San Siro Stadium
In this game 12 years later, the tattooed kid Boateng also kicked away a penalty kick he had snatched. History is always so strikingly similar, exactly the same.

Of course, he still has the same demeanor.

The entire San Siro stadium was in an uproar.

Originally, there were not many fans present, but this time the pan was fried, and it was much more lively.

When he was behind 0 to 2, a penalty kick was kicked away, and no one scolded his mother.

"It's really speechless, this can be kicked away, it's no wonder if you don't lose!" Mancini said angrily.

"Yu, you're really right. This guy is not only selfish, but also profligate." Jerome continued.

Gallo didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement, but Marceno, who has always been calm, spoke.

"It goes without saying that Boateng won't have many chances to play again.

Let's see, we don't have a chance.Now, basically we are playing against them, and the scene is dominant, let's see. "

In the 50th minute of the game, under Milan's aggressive attack, striker Bacca finally scored a goal.

The score on the court is now 1-2, yes, there is still a chance.

The diehard fans on the south stand were jumping for joy, dancing and singing, supporting Milan with a solid line of defense.

Fatty Rossi, who was taking the lead, sang the Milan team song blushing, but gradually his voice became smaller and smaller, and the expression on his face became more and more subtle...

"Wow!"

A companion beside him cursed and threw the Milan scarf in his hand on the ground.

Rossi paused, and his voice stopped, holding a loudspeaker, without speaking.

Just after pulling back a ball, the opponent re-kicked off, passed a few passes, drove straight in, reached the penalty area, and scored again.

The lightning goal has fooled countless people.

Frosinone's striker, Dionisi, took off his jersey and ran naked while running towards the visiting team's fan area, excited.

For this, he received a yellow card.

But he doesn't care, because the score is 1 to 3, their team is under pressure, and they are still leading, and they still have two goals.

Frosinone's players and fans are celebrating wildly.

In contrast, in other areas, people left the stage one after another.

Fatty Rossi didn't speak, just stared blankly at the changes in the field, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a kind of anger burning in his heart.

"Boss Rossi, let's go too, I'm so pissed. We have to go to the gate of the club to protest and express the dissatisfaction of our fans!" said the man who threw the scarf on the ground before.

Rossi slowed down and walked in front of him calmly.The eyes are still so hard to look directly at, full of murderous intent.

"Boss, what's the matter, what are you doing?" The man was afraid, and stepped back two or three steps, begging for mercy inarticulately.

Rossi lowered her head, reached out and picked up the Milan scarf on the ground, and patted the dust on it.

"Anyone who wants to leave, let's go. Those of you who are going to protest, demonstrate, go by yourself.

I'm going to watch this game because it's San Siro and I'm Rosenelli. "

After finishing speaking, Rossi turned around and returned to his position, still holding the flag high, but did not say another word.

On the other side of the east stand, a group of foreign tourists, some of them were very happy.For those who just came to watch a football game, it is true that this game is considered good-looking, and it cannot be said to be wonderful, but there are so many goals, it is exciting.

But some people couldn't sit still, and their faces were not angry.

"Da Yu, let's go. If we fight like this, we will lose anyway. It's too annoying." A groupmate of He Yu said to him.

He is also a Milan fan, and he participated in this tour group this time because of the reason for this game.

Every Rosenelli, like a religious believer, wants to go to their holy place to worship, at least once.

The holy land of Milan is here, now the San Siro Stadium.

"Let's sit for a while, it's only half an hour, and our bus hasn't arrived yet, the time I agreed with the driver is after the game.

Besides, there is still half an hour left, there is still a lot of time left for us, maybe.

Don't forget, footballs are round. "

He Yu spoke to him half-jokingly and half-seriously, then smiled.

Time passed by every minute and every second. In the 73rd minute, both sides of the game were making substitutions.

Milan defender Antonelli replaced Abarth, who happened to take a corner as soon as he came on.

A corner kick was taken, and there was a panic in front of the goal. Milan's central defender Alex grabbed the head and rubbed.

Antonelli, who followed, poked and shot.

The ball is in!
Antonelli, who just came on the field, scored a goal. He was very excited, and so were the fans in the audience.

This seemed to send out a signal, which made the few fans in the audience all excited.

"Yes, there is still a chance!"

Rossi fired at full power in an instant, shook the flagpole in his hand vigorously, and roared, "Guys, let's sing and dance!"

"Forza! Milano!"

Those in the east stand were also dancing and shouting.

"This season, all the big four are empty. It's a pity that in the Coppa Italia, we surprisingly reached the final, but we met the mighty Juventus. What a fuck."

Mancini, it is rare to start a deep emotion.

"Isn't it terrible to lose? Are we losing too little now? The key is fighting spirit and our Milan background. We can't lose these." Marceno remained silent as always.

Gallo, who never talked much, asked: "Captain, look, is it possible to score two more and turn defeat into victory?"

"Nothing is impossible! Didn't Yu say that, football is round."

After Marceno finished speaking, he smiled at He Yu.

The whole game entered 4 minutes of stoppage time, and the score was still 2 to 3. According to international practice, the home team is ahead and 1 goal behind.

There is not much time left for Milan, and there is not much hope left for Milan this season.

"Penalty, penalty!"

A sudden change caused all the fans to explode, shouting repeatedly.

Frosinone's defender was in the penalty area and fired a sideways shot.

As for whether this is handball or not, no one cares anymore.With such an overwhelming momentum, it is unknown whether the referee has been under pressure.

But he resolutely showed a yellow card and pointed to the 12-yard penalty spot.

The audience fell silent again in an instant, only breathing could be heard.

Milan's striker Mene did not repeat the same mistakes as Boateng did.Withstood the pressure and achieved overnight, the score was tied 3-3.

The audience exploded, and the chaotic noise rose again by an unknown number of decibels.

However, there is not much time left, and there is no way to recover after all.

Finally, the ball hit the crossbar and bounced off the baseline with a hasty blast from Milan striker Balotelli.The referee blew the whistle to end the game and everything was settled.

At the end of the game, the score was fixed at 3-3.Judging from the numbers alone, it was definitely a hearty game.

However, the process was full of twists and turns, some happy and some sad.

No one is going to discuss the process of this game anymore, because this is already the best result.

"Guys, I have to go. We'll go straight to the airport after our team has dinner.

It's a pleasure to meet you this trip.I hope that when I come back next time, if I have time, I can play football together. "He Yu still smiled and said.

"That's necessary. It just so happens that we can play 5v5. Gallo's midfielder, the captain's midfielder, Mancini and I are each on the side. You are directly the goalkeeper and the defender. What a perfect and invincible lineup." Gero Tom hurriedly said.

"Not to mention, this idea is really good. It would be great if you can stay in Milan for a long time. We will form a team to play games together, maybe we can win a championship or something." Mancini is quite cooperative with him , singing together.

"There is a chance, there is a chance." He Yu murmured thoughtfully...

(End of this chapter)