star coach

Chapter 241 Martyrs
"In the second half of the game, the situation was reversed, and the game was crazy." Huang Jianxiang stood up excitedly from the anchor stand, "As expected of Jiangshan's team, I'm going to kneel down, my God, it's even tied."

In the 80th minute of the game, Huth's header equalized the score, and the two teams drew 2:2. In addition to injury time, there are more than 10 minutes left, and there is still a chance.

"Will there be a super reversal? This game is really worth it. Exciting. This is football." Liu Jianhong hastened to say a few poetic words. After all, he is not He Wei, and he does not have the talent to open his mouth.

The most exciting thing was the neutral fans. This game was so exciting that Hertha Berlin was beaten like a dog in the first half. In the second half, the situation changed suddenly and they equalized instantly.

4 goals, all wonderful.

Hertha Berlin is still controlling the rhythm of the game. They have stabilized their mentality and cannot let Sporting Lisbon fight back. Even if they drag into overtime, their strength can crush their opponents.

At this time, Pesero was under a lot of pressure. His back was soaked, and he swung his palms, and the sweat fell on the lawn. "It's so painful! I really want to give up! Why is Jiangshan's team so disgusting?"

No way, there is still time, continue to carry.Peseiro saw that Hertha Berlin seemed to loosen their grip on the ball, which was a good opportunity.

He hurriedly commanded the team, strengthened the pressing, and increased the offensive strength. As long as a goal is scored, the victory belongs to Sporting Lisbon.

In the frontcourt, Moutinho intercepted Kovac's pass, quickly launched a counterattack, and gave it to Nikule's feet. He was a little anxious, and shot from outside the penalty area. Of course, he could not threaten Hertha Berlin's goal.

The ball is over the crossbar and Hertha Berlin has the ball.The Hertha team did not launch an attack immediately. They fell in the backcourt, the players kept moving, and the ball was transmitted quickly.

Peseiro waved his hand, go up, let me go up, as long as he steals from the backcourt, he can score immediately.

Moutinho looked at the time, there were still 2 minutes left, it was time to fight, he rushed up, blocked in front of Modric, went up with teammate Roschenback, and almost succeeded.

Modric often receives this kind of training, turning around 360 degrees on the spot, getting rid of the two people's defenses, and piercing through the middle, leaving Marcelinho's position vacant.

Give it a go, coquettish arch and in a few years he's one of the most powerful midfielders around.

Marcelinho started running, like an urchin running in a vegetable field, relaxed, carefree, not looking at people, passing the ball.The ball slipped away from Marcelinho's feet again.

Inacarel, who was on the top, missed the air and was dangerous. Pender was sprinting and made a bottom.There is a threat from the bottom of Pandle, which is very annoying.

"Block him quickly", Ricardo commanded the defensive line, but Pender didn't make a cross, but chose to pass back. Seeing that Sporting Lisbon's space was squeezed flat, he immediately chose to pass back.

Modric appeared and overdid it, Marcelinho and Pantridge crossed positions, but Silva unexpectedly appeared, clicked the ball and sent it into the penalty area.

Dejaga's magical soldiers descended from the sky, and his running position was extremely coquettish.

Snapped!
The ball bounced off Ricardo's arm and Dejaga missed his chance to be a hero.

This hero is Marcelinho, a legend in the history of the Hertha Berlin team. He retired from the game, and countless Hertha Berlin fans chanted his name, yes, Marcelinho with green hair.

He accidentally caught the ball and then chested it into the goal.

"Hmm..." Marcelinho didn't expect the ball to bounce back, and his chest hurt, "I knew how many pounds I would gain."

Ricardo, even with three heads and six arms, couldn't stop the ball from hitting the net. This goal is so special.

Kneeling on the ground, beating the lawn, pretending to be annoyed, "Oh my God, I've already blocked the goal, God will kill me."

"I can't defend it!" Beto yelled hoarsely. Inakael covered his face and didn't dare to look.

In the last minute, Hertha Berlin's continuous shots finally scored a goal and overtook the score, 1:3.

Jiang Shan, who was standing on the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief, "This process really made people catch chickens. Fortunately, my godhead was preserved."

Then he raised his hand calmly, as a celebration of the victory, a simple celebration, which caused all the fans to shout, this is the demeanor of a master, and the victory is taken lightly.

He is unflappable, and the players and fans have gone crazy.

Marcelinho rushed out of the field to celebrate with the fans of Hertha Berlin. Countless fans shed tears. This process was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and it was too exciting.

The fans who shed the most tears were the fans of Sporting Lisbon. They led 2-0 at home, and then they were reversed. What else can they do?
Jose Pesero knelt on the ground, unable to believe what had happened, clutching his fat head with both hands, "My God, what happened? What the hell happened?"

He looked at the calm Jiang Shan, trembling, "That bastard, what did that bastard do? He turned the player into this?"

Fans all over the world are going crazy. This is the final. It is so exciting and subverts imagination.

Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong shed tears of excitement at the same time, "Sorry, audience friends, I am a little excited, but I still shed tears."

"Jiang Shan's game has always been surprising. The Asian Cup is like this, and it is still like this now. This is the UEFA Cup final. This is the UEFA Cup final. In the first half, Hertha Berlin fell behind 0-2. In the second half, they scored three goals in a row, completely reversing the score."

"I can only give you one word: Amazing!"

"That's two words." The fans laughed in front of the TV.

"Such a reversal is soul-stirring, soul-stirring." Liu Jianhong quickly concluded, "Maybe in the near future, we will see even more exciting reversals, but no one can deny that this is the possibility brought about by Jiangshan."

"Yes, even if you fall behind, it doesn't matter, because a reversal may happen at any time. Even if you fall behind 0:2 or 0:3, think about everything Hertha Berlin has done today, and the team will explode with new combat effectiveness. This is Jiangshan's greatest will."

Fortunately, Jiang Shan didn't hear it, otherwise he must have thought he had become a martyr.

With 4 minutes of stoppage time, Sporting Lisbon has no desire to fight back. They were stunned, and it is not safe to lead by two goals. What is going on?

With the whistle of the referee, Jiangshan's team climbed to the top of Europe, um, the second peak.It's just the UEFA Cup.

Jiang Shan took the initiative to step forward, "Jose, congratulations on winning No.2. I fulfilled my promise before the game. Thank you!"

"Uh..." Pesero didn't say a word, his eyes were full of tears, he had an urge to resign, um, resign, it's too embarrassing, what else can he do besides resign?

(End of this chapter)