I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 349 O. Henry's Black Humor
"Are you ok?"

Wang Hao didn't know how many times he asked Robben if he was okay, but he knew that missing a penalty kick was a bigger blow than Robben suffered in the previous 120 minutes.

"No, it's okay, don't underestimate people!"

Robben thought he was a tough guy. When he watched the game in Moscow, he thought that Ronaldinho was a bit of a bitch in pain.

Unexpectedly, his lacrimal glands also tended to be out of control.

Jue Ping helped Manchester United back from the dead, and grabbed the most important first penalty to make a final decision, but he fucked up!

Robben felt a pair of thin and strong hands on his shoulders, walking back with his arms around him.

"You did screw up, so you have to watch the penalty shootout, that's your punishment."

Robben knew that Wang Xie meant well, so he grinned wanting to have fun, but he whimpered.

The young captain didn't comfort him anymore, but just put his arms around him and stood in a row with his teammates, pushing him to the middle position. O'Shea on the other side was half a head taller than him, and the hand holding his shoulder was also very strong.

hurts a little!
That's good, it will make him feel better.

"Penalty shootouts are crueler than this. The previous hero will become a sinner in the next second. If Manchester United loses the game because of this penalty, the fans will never remember Robben's 113-minute tie."

"Roben himself didn't expect that his crazy celebration and superman-like actions just now might become material for Real Madrid fans to mock him in the end."

"Football is like this. You think you won, but you didn't. You never know the result until the last second. If he visited the honor room at Old Trafford when he joined Manchester United, he would Seeing the information about the Nou Camp miracle, Manchester United lost a lore goal this time."

He Wei's voice was deep and deep. As a professional commentator, he knew how dangerous the current Manchester United situation was.

If it is said that the winning rate of Inter Milan with the first penalty is 60%, after Robben missed the first penalty kick, the winning rate of Inter Milan has exceeded 90%.Originally, the success rate of saving penalty kicks was not high, but now they miss a penalty kick and the score is behind. Coupled with the psychological pressure of the penalty, Manchester United almost locked in the runner-up medal.

The camera once again found the top three clubs. David Gill's forced smile, Moratti's teeth that had begun to shrink, and Florentino's brilliant wrinkles were the best commentary on the progress of the game!

Eto'o walked to the penalty spot. After the run-up, the "African Cheetah" shot to the left, and Van der Sar pounced to the right of his dominant foot. The ball went into the lower left corner and there was a rustling sound. This sound is like the melody of "Crazy Inter Milan".

Wang Ji wanted to encourage Nani, but he couldn't make a syllable after opening his mouth for a long time.

In such a situation, saying anything is like the last stubbornness of the weak.

The Manchester United fans were afraid of affecting Nani's penalty kick, so they even slowed down their breathing.

But the Inter Milan fans didn't think so, and Robben's crazy celebration just now had offended the Real Madrid fans to death. The fans of the two teams formed a tacit understanding without communication.

The boos are loud!

Nani put the ball on the penalty spot without looking up.

After hearing the whistle, he raised his head and started to run - striding meteors.

boom--

Sussel jumped up and jumped to the right. He judged the right direction, but Nani's shot was too powerful, and the speed of the ball may have exceeded 140 km/h!

There was nothing the Inter goalkeeper could do, he jumped up and looked half a beat slower than Nani's shot.

"Louis!!!"

"Louis!!!"

"Louis!!!"

Seeing Wang Hao raised his hands towards the stands, the Manchester United fans also stood up and shouted. They put their hands on the shoulders of their neighbors like players and shouted Nani's name.

Manchester United fans bought some neutral tickets. The Bernabéu has more than 8 seats. There are almost five or five Manchester United fans, Inter Milan and Real Madrid fans, but their chanting is even louder than the boos of the opponent's "Alliance Army" just now.

The steep stands at the Bernabéu acted like a loudspeaker, and the players on the green field became dizzy for a while.

The physically and mentally exhausted Robben's legs went limp again, but two strong arms hugged him, not allowing him to fall down at all.

"Look at me!"

Nani walked back with his head held high like a little cock, and Wang Hao even saw his nose hair.

Normally, the big brother of the team would probably bully him, but now everyone just feels warm.

Everyone in the team is cheering for everyone in their own way.

……

Maybe losing the game is not so terrible.

Ferguson, whose hands were still shaking, thought.

He stepped on it so hard that two small pits appeared under his feet.

The Manchester United coach regrets agreeing to Robben's request, but he is the Manchester United coach, and he disagrees that no one can change his decision.

Seeing the back of the No. 10 jersey, he thought there might be one, and that kid was the special one.

A smile finally appeared on the old Scottish man's face, but it was quickly replaced by bitterness.

Pandev's penalty kick hit again, Inter Milan's pre-school work is indeed in place.

The old Scottish man really wanted to rush up and grab Van der Sar by the neck and ask him, will you fucking go against the direction of your feet?

Thinking of the funny scene where he might be beaten by Van der Sar, Ferguson finally felt better.

In any case, after the game, he will take the responsibility. It will never be said that Robben asked for the first penalty, because he is Alexander Chapman Ferguson, the proudest man in the world!

And he has a group of trustworthy kids.

Darren Fletcher, the guy who is often teased about being his "godson", will definitely score a penalty.

Seeing the run-up movement of the little Scottish fellow, Ferguson's heart was beating crazily again.

Bastard, don't you fucking shoot hard... Uh, Daddy's son, Darren!
The Scottish old man turned around and hugged Ferran. The Manchester United assistant coach seemed to hear the protest from his ribs. God knows why the old man is so energetic!
Against the boos of the Manchester United fans, Maicon walked towards the penalty spot with the ball in his arms.

Judging from his footsteps, the Brazilian is the one who is more relaxed among the players on both sides, and his physical fitness is really terrifying.

Some keen fans in front of the TV also noticed this. His pace was lighter than that of the players from both sides who played the penalty kick just now.

Which line of this?
Doggy brazilian cubs!
Many Chinese fans picked up the pen and paper at hand and drew villains on them. Some fastidious fans even wrote Maicon Douglas Sisenando on the villain with the full name of the Brazilian full-back on Baidu, and stabbed the villain with the tip of the pen. The right foot, just doesn't know Brazil, which is biased towards Western beliefs, this trick doesn't work.

pop, pop, pop—

The sound of the Brazilians on their tiptoes seems to be stepping on their hearts step by step. The nibs in the hands of those fans are faster, and the APM may exceed 200.

boom--

The Brazilian also chose to shoot in the wrong direction, but what made him dumbfounded was that Van der Sar also rushed to his left side, which is the right side of the goal.

Okay,

Van der Sar hit half-height, and although he reacted quickly, the ball went over his arm and into the goal.

"Well done, Edwin!"

Wang Hao, who was holding Robben and Koulibaly in his arms, yelled at the goal. Van der Sar got up and patted his legs, giving a thumbs up.

He has found a way, and everything he did just now was for this save.

Maybe the other party will change the routine next time, but always try.

Van der Sar left the goal and walked towards Manchester United's queue. Inter goalkeeper Cesar stood in front of the goal.

Berbatov's footsteps to the penalty spot are also light, which has something to do with the way he plays.

When the Bulgarian forward is stern, he is inexplicably like Al Pacino's classic character in "The Godfather". He is a very aura guy.

Seeing him walking towards the goal step by step, Manchester United fans feel like an Eastern European big shot.

One second he was chatting with you in English with a heavy accent, and the next second he took out a Maxim from under the table and shot wildly.

But at this time, Berbatov made them inexplicably at ease.

……

Rooney in front of the TV watched the whole game. He and Colleen had just played a friendly match and were drinking the red wine sent by the chief with a glass.

He hated Berbatov very much. Apart from competitive reasons, he always felt that the bastard looked down on his rough skills.

He also hates Wang Hao. After Ronaldo left, he thought that Wayne Rooney was the Big Name of the team, but he found out sadly that he was like a fool. His agent told him that Manchester United might not want to renew his contract. .

Well, he also hates that egomaniac Ronaldo, and Robben, that bastard, and Giggs, that guy who can't take jokes, and Scholes, that guy who often pranks, and Evra, who likes to kidding guys...

Hell, he didn't like it anyway.

After leaving Manchester United, he found out.

Even the gratitude to Ferguson disappeared under the explanation of the agent.

When the contract was renewed, the transfer proceeds sharing clause should have been signed, that was [-] million pounds!

boom--

The sound of the shot brought Rooney's thoughts back to the live broadcast.

His ass suddenly took a step back, and the red wine in the glass spilled on the Arabian carpet he just bought. He didn't listen to Colleen's nagging in his ear, but just muttered: "How dare he, how dare he ..."

……

"Berbatov!!!!!!!!!"

“Beautiful little spoon!!!!!!!!!!!!”

"Under such tremendous pressure, the Bulgarian striker played Sassel!"

No wonder He Wei was so excited. Berbatov's small spoon in the middle was only a half-high ball. If Sassel raised his leg higher when he made a save, he might have hit it.

If it wasn't live broadcast, He Wei really wanted to shout "Crazy!"

Does he know that Manchester United will be out if the goal is not scored?
"Who needs Cruyff, who needs Cruyff, we have Dimita Berbatov..."

The Manchester United fans were bouncing and singing songs, and there were stalks in the lyrics. The talent of Cruyff Jr. was far from that of his father, but because he had a great surname, Ferguson obviously had greater expectations of him.

It's a pity that he only left 8 goals in Manchester United.

Compared with Berbatov?Vidicnu can score more than him.

The Bulgarian's crazy little spoon really made people's blood boil. Wang Ji, who was standing in the middle of the queue, heard a lot of swear words, and the passion of his teammates was completely ignited by his crazy actions.

The next goal is related to the fate of Manchester United.

Javier Zanetti walks towards the penalty spot.

If the captain of Inter Milan scored the goal, Manchester United would be out, and Wang Hao didn't even have a chance to play.

Van der Sar obviously knew the importance of this goal, and he, who has always been prudent, even hooked his fingers at the captain of Inter Milan to provoke him.

Javier Zanetti shrugged slightly.

Ruoyouwu's smile was mocking the old guy who wanted to win and went crazy with him.

Of course, like Van der Sar, he is also an old guy.

How can you be angry about this kind of thing when you are old?

He was a little upset in his heart, but he could also understand Van der Sar's actions.

That guy is retiring as soon as he is. If he can create a three-peat miracle, he will be remembered in history.

But how is that possible?

You've won enough, it's our turn!
Zanetti puts the ball in place and starts to back away.

call,
call,
call--

Javier Zanetti was inexplicably a little nervous. After leaving Argentina, he went to Inter Milan. It has been 15 years.This is the closest he has come to the Champions League trophy in 15 years.

For a 37-year-old veteran, this should be his only chance to touch the big ear cup.

Javier Zanetti clenched his fist and let it go.

must,

Must win the Big Ear Cup!

After a two-step run-up, the Inter Milan captain kicked the ball to the right with his right foot.

boom--

Hmph, you can't think of a low level ball, can you?
Zanetti was ready to turn around and embrace the trophy, but he saw a ghost and realized that the opponent had guessed correctly and would shoot at the bottom left!
That bastard actually jumped first?

boom--

Two thoughts flashed through the Inter captain's mind, and immediately he heard the contact sound of the glove and the ball.

Me, I lost the championship?

The captain of Inter Milan was a determined person, he forced himself to turn around and walk back, those disappointed eyes pierced his heart.

Javier, you are bloody sinful!

Even he was madly blaming himself.

Zanetti, who wanted to continue playing, had the idea of ​​retiring.

The Manchester United fans shouted frantically, and the sound of "Santa van der Sar" was the best mockery of him.

Zanetti did not enter the queue, he lowered his head, stood beside Materazzi, and his teammates in the opposite direction.

He didn't dare to continue watching.

"It's okay, buddy."

"Yes, it's fine."

Materazzi's consolation had little effect.

"Fuck! The Manchester United goalkeeper is injured!"

Zanetti's first reaction was that Materazzi tricked himself into turning around. He hoped so in his heart. Zanetti turned his upper body unconsciously, and saw the old guy who provoked him just lying on the ground and beating the ground crazily. !
he is injured?

He was actually injured!

"Does Manchester United still have substitutions? Do they still have substitutions? Can Manchester United still make substitutions? Tell me!!!" Zanetti asked, grabbing Materazzi's arm tightly.

He remembered that Manchester United had no substitutions, but he couldn't believe it.

Are there rewards for doing something wrong?
He lost the championship, he is a sinner.

"Nothing."

A light word,

Zanetti's strength was broken in an instant.

A great sense of happiness filled the Inter Milan captain's heart.

After all, he knelt softly on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Good God, you still haven't abandoned Javier Zanetti.

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　There is one more, stay up late today to finish writing
　　
　
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