i am quaresma

Chapter 334 Do I agree with you to reverse?

All the fans who followed the game were excited. After Milan scored a goal, the game will inevitably enter a truly intense stage, and both teams will be desperate.

"Cheer up, the conceded goal just now was just an accident, they have no ability to attack our goal! Cheer up!" Henry clapped his hands vigorously and shouted to his teammates. At this time, as the captain of the team, he must be steady The mood of the team.

The players came out of the frustration of losing the ball. Although they regained their calmness, the premonition of the most terrible situation has quietly appeared in their hearts.

The game restarted soon, and Arsenal, who kicked off, obviously would not attack aggressively at this time. The ball was cut off by Milan after several passes in the midfield.

Milan's counterattack began again.

The stormy attack was surging, even though Arsenal had set up buses in front of the goal and at the front of the goal, it still felt extremely strenuous.

The Milan players screamed and rushed forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they were so vigorous that they couldn't stop them at all.

Even a thin player like Pirlo who has poor physical resistance dares to keep colliding with a strong midfielder like Gilberto Silva. It is conceivable that Milan has really put it to death and survived.

The horn of the charge kept sounding, and the excitement continued, but at this time, the hearts of the Arsenal players kept sinking.

How long can they last in the face of such a terrifying attack?

5 minutes? 10 minutes?Or stay until the end of the game?
They won't really be reversed by Milan, will they?
This season's Champions League has gone smoothly, and they haven't even experienced any crisis moments, so that the hearts of Arsenal's players have not been tempered. At this moment, they are obviously not as tough as Milan.

There are already countless fans who can't help but look forward to an appearance on the Istanbul night. Milan has completed a major reversal and advanced to the final while also clearing its name. Isn't this very interesting!

On the field, Quaresma's expression became serious, his fists clenched, his heart beating violently in his chest, and everything made him look very restless.

During Milan's wolf-like offensive, Quaresma stood still, as if isolated from the world, so out of place.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the sound of guns was deafening, but Quaresma seemed to be unable to hear any sound, completely immersed in his own world.

Milan is going to complete an epic reversal?

If it's just such a title, Quaresma won't care about it!
But now the target of Milan's reversal is Arsenal, its own team, so how could Quaresma be indifferent!

Have you ever asked me?

Do I agree?
After rebirth, every memorable picture flashed before my eyes one by one, and the scenes were moving.

Along the way, he has put in more effort than others, more hard work but more sweat.

He has his own goals!
He is on his way to achieve his goal!
There will be various difficult tests along the way, and passing each test will bring him one step closer to his goal.

How could he let himself down here before touching Barcelona?

If that really lost, then Quaresma felt that he was a joke, a joke that even looked down on himself!
What's more, why are you willing to let Milan win?

The first round against Milan was completed, and the detached mentality at that time made him not pay attention to Milan any more.

And if Barcelona completed the reversal in the second round, would the loud slap on his face make him feel so painful?
What's more, there is no need to think about these things. Is there anything more important than the pursuit of victory on the court?
So with me, Milan, you can't win!
His eyes had become sharp unconsciously, and every cell in his body seemed to be trembling with excitement. Quaresma was like an engine whose speed had reached its peak, waiting to roar away at any time.

The situation on the field was completely unfavorable to Arsenal. They could tip over at any time in the squall and rain, and they were so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, Quaresma roared and rushed towards Pirlo fiercely, with a terrifying momentum that seemed to swallow Pirlo alive.

Pirlo was not afraid of Quaresma's rush, but was taken aback by his roar, and hurriedly passed the ball to his teammates, but before he could dodge, he was knocked to the ground by Quaresma.

The referee didn't stop the game because of the principle of favorable offense, but just gave Quaresma a warning look, but Pirlo groaned on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

After a few passes, the ball returned to Pirlo's feet, and at this time, Quaresma was behind Pirlo and once again extended his evil hand.

Pirlo was pushed and flew out, and when he fell, he was still in a daze, but the referee had already rushed over and took out a yellow card in front of Quaresma.

Facing the referee, Quaresma looked very calm, because he knew that the red card would come sooner or later, and he seemed to be unable to control the impulse that turned out to be a physical instinct.

If the Arsenal players would miss such an opportunity, they would gather around to protest and appeal.

In fact, they don't care if the yellow card is not a yellow card. They just want to delay the game as much as possible and interrupt Milan's crazy offensive rhythm.

The scene was slightly chaotic, but the referee quickly controlled the situation and the game was able to restart.

"Calm down, don't get yourself out!" Henry put his arm around Quaresma's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Henry saw Quaresma's impulsiveness just now, which made him very worried.

Quaresma nodded, but his eyes never left Milan's goal. In fact, Milan's goal was far away from him at the moment, but his eyes were still persistent and sharp.

Milan's suffocating attack continued. Although Quaresma did not rampage as before, he was still defending tirelessly.

He is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to switch from defense to offense!

Finally, he waited.

Flamini shoveled away the ball under Seedorf's feet with a desperate shovel. Although Seedorf fell to the ground and rolled a few times, the referee was not fooled by his performance and the game was not interrupted.

Quaresma's eyes lit up, and every cell in his body became excited.

"Give me the ball!" He raised his hand not far away and shouted at Flamini.

Shocked, Flamini hurriedly passed the ball to Quaresma, and almost fell to the ground because of his haste.

Quaresma's position is between Milan's midfield and the back line. He stops the ball and turns around in one go without delay.

The air was so tense that it seemed to have frozen at that moment, and a horrified thought popped up in everyone's mind—Is Quaresma's counterattack coming?

(End of this chapter)