green mercenary

Chapter 217 Barcelona's Counterattack

"OH, NO!!!!!!" Hans covered his forehead and leaned back on the chair.

Why?Why is it a goal post?Hans didn't say what was in his heart, but continued into the microphone, "Just a little bit, just a little bit."

"I have to say that Barcelona's luck today is really good. Counting the first half, PSV Eindhoven hit the goal frame with three shots."

After many home team spectators stood up, they were reluctant to sit down for a long time.The fans held their heads one by one, also feeling incredible.

Just kicked the crossbar, and this time it was another goal post. Is this Philips or the Nou Camp?Why even the door frames have to help the visiting team.

Wendy in the reporter's seat disregarded her image as a reporter and stood up to publicly support Eindhoven.As a native of Eindhoven, as Bai Xiaotian's companion, Wendy tried her best to make her volume reach the highest.

Male reporters from all over the world covered their ears while admiring Wendy's chest.The Jade Rabbit, which is strong enough to push the buttons of the overalls, is heaving up and down at this moment.

"Hu Chi, Hu Chi" Harvey's ears were filled with Bai Xiaotian's panting.

"Gudong, ah." The sound of Harvey trying to swallow saliva came from Bai Xiaotian's ears.

The young stars of the two teams fought each other to the last minute on the Philips Stadium.

After seeing that Bai Xiaotian missed the goal, Harvey patted Bai Xiaotian's shoulder symbolically.Bai Xiaotian also took the opportunity to pull his left arm out of the opponent's arms, lest someone say Harvey had bad thoughts about him after the game.

The game is coming to an end in terms of time, but for the players on the field, it has just begun.

For a time, fouls continued on the field.No matter which side takes the ball, the other player doesn't care about 21 [-], hitting, getting stuck, stretching his feet, tackles, full of gunpowder.

The difference is that the Eindhoven players will stand up as soon as possible with the help of their teammates; while the Barcelona players all fell to the ground in pain, lying on their knees for dozens of seconds as much as possible.

The score on the field still hasn't changed much, but the number of times the referee draws cards has increased significantly.In just a few minutes, the referee took out four yellow cards in a row and gave each team two.

The fans couldn't sit still, they all stood up and cheered for the team they supported.

In the 89th minute of the game, an unexpected and reasonable number was raised by the fourth official.Looking at the big "5", the players on both sides had completely different reactions.

"Ma Dan, why are there still 5 minutes?" - Barcelona.

"Great, 5 minutes left!" - Eindhoven.

At this moment, Bai Xiaotian yelled from the front of Barcelona's penalty area, and Bai Xiaotian rolled on the ground in pain.

Harvey, who was out of breath, ignored the ball rolling away. He just wiped the sweat on his forehead and temples with the cloth on his shoulders, and stood there watching the referee show him a yellow card.

"How is it?" Van Bommel squeezed into the crowd after wiping off his sweat. Bai Xiaotian's socks were stripped to his calf, and there was an obvious red mark on the left side of his left knee.Looking at Bai Xiaotian's blue and purple legs, Van Bommel couldn't help saying, "Bai, how are you doing? Do you want to take a break after the game?"

"Water." Bai Xiaotian squeezed out one word between his teeth.

After hearing this, Theolusius hurriedly ran to the sidelines, brought an unopened bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and brought it to Bai Xiaotian.

Bai Xiaotian took it and pointed it directly at his mouth, sucking it gurgling.

After all the water in the bottle was poured into Bai Xiaotian's mouth, the strong air pressure directly squeezed the plastic bottle into a ball.

"belch"!Bai Xiaotian hiccupped long and loudly, feeling extremely satisfied.

Indeed, at that moment just now, Bai Xiaotian was so painful that he almost fainted.A person in extreme pain will have a dry throat and will be in dire need of hydration.After drinking a bottle of water, Bai Xiaotian felt much better.

"Would you like another bottle?" Seeing Bai Xiaotian's unsatisfied expression, Van Bommel asked concerned.

"No need, if you drink any more it will affect your performance." Bai Xiaotian waved his hands and refused.

Van Bommel was also impatient, forgetting that the game was still going on.If Bai Xiaotian is given a stomach full of water, then he won't be able to run in the future.

"Okay, okay, let's do this, stop spraying!" Bai Xiaotian stopped the team doctor who was spraying on his knees.

"Do you want to bandage"

"No need!" Bai Xiaotian waved his hand, directly grabbed Van Bommel's arm and stood up.

Seeing that Bai Xiaotian was fine, the team doctor hurried off the field with the medicine box.At this time, the time on the big screen has reached 91 minutes and 37 seconds.

Van Bommel held the ball and repeatedly rubbed it on the turf, trying to make the best point of the ball stick to the best position.

No matter how unwilling the Barcelona players are, they can only line up the wall honestly.Van Nistelrooy and Kevin Hovland were standing in the penalty area, and Bai Xiaotian was still standing on the edge of the penalty area.

Fréjus did not come out, firstly because there were still a few minutes left, and secondly because he could not judge well, Van Bommel's real purpose.

This location is really good, 2 meters to the right of the restricted area.Whether it is directly attacking the goal or passing the ball to teammates, it is a good choice.

Van Bommel didn't seem to see Bai Xiaotian waving, standing in front of the ball and pinching his waist.

"Does the captain want to knock on the door?" Bai Xiaotian frowned, thinking of this possibility.

But no matter what, I have to move when I should move, and I have to earn the top if I should earn the top, there is no ambiguity at all.

After introducing who will take the free kick, Hans stopped speaking decisively, for fear that the players would be distracted by his own voice.

Van Bommel breathed a sigh of relief, and under the gaze of 5000 people at the scene, he slowly ran up, accelerated, swung his legs, and shot!
The ball drew an arc in the air, and after passing over Barcelona's man wall, it turned sharply and fell, flying towards the lower right corner of the goal.

Pepe Reina only took a step and a half laterally, then tried his best to shoot himself to the left.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Reina's right hand glove and the falling ball collided at the same coordinate at the same time. After the force was removed from the originally weak ball, it landed and bounced more than one meter away from Reina's body.

The distance of about one meter is like a deep gully to Reina, which is difficult to cross.

Just when Reina was about to slap the ground and stand up, a pair of white socks covered in mud appeared in front of Reina's eyes, and his thighs were swayed.

Reina had to raise his head as much as possible, stretched his neck and spread his arms, trying to expand his defensive area as much as possible.

"Boom"!Puyol turned around and kicked the ball directly out of the penalty area.

"Huchi Huchi Huchi Huchi." Reina seemed to be on a roller coaster, and his heartbeat jumped to 180 in an instant.

"It's okay, you've defended so well!" Puyol sent encouragement, stretched out his hand and pulled his goalkeeper from the ground.Because just now, this teammate pulled Barcelona back from the edge of the cliff.

Seeing the ball flying in the air, Kluivert, who has the world's top sense of smell, was the first to react and took a step towards the ball's landing point.

As the tallest player on the Barcelona team, Kluivert crossed the center line in a few steps with two long legs and caught up with the ball.Yang Heinze and Boomer quickly turned around, Heinze ran towards Kluivert, and Boomer ran to the restricted area.

Van Bommel was firmly at Rivaldo's side, just behind Kluivert.

For a while, Eindhoven formed a 3-on-2 situation in the backcourt.

The 1.8-meter-1.8 Kluivert and the [-]-meter-[-] Rivaldo echoed each other in the frontcourt. Even if they played high balls at this time, the Barcelona forward also had the advantage.

Seeing Kluivert stride the ball in PSV's left backcourt, everyone in the Philips stand was boiling.

The home fans chanted words like "return," "make up," and "tackling," while the visiting fans chanted "go one, go one more!"

Two different voices came and went, and everyone knew that if the goal was scored, it would be equivalent to a death sentence for Eindhoven.

Van Bommel gritted his teeth. In terms of height, he did not lose to Rivaldo, and in terms of body, he was not afraid of Rivaldo's collision.But if Rivaldo easily catches Kluivert's pass, then in terms of foot skills, he really doesn't have much confidence in being able to break Rivaldo's ball in a one-on-one situation.You know, Rivaldo's long-range shooting ability is not covered.

Heinze caught up with Kluivert in the corner of the penalty area, but the Barcelona striker had already swung his right leg, passing and shooting.

(End of this chapter)