Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

"GGGGG----OOOOO----AAAAA----LLLL!"

"GGGGOOOOAAAALLLL!"

"GOAL!!!"

"GOAL!!!"

"GOAL!!!"

"GOAL!!!"

"SUFEI!!!"

"SUFEI, under the defense of many Barcelona players, was like a god descending from heaven and grabbed this header!"

"Super violent header!"

"The 4th minute of the game!"

"Manchester City took the lead with SuFEI's goal, 1:0!"

"Oh my god!"

"Finally a goal!"

"I believe all Manchester City fans were waiting for the home team's goal before the game!"

"And SuFEI didn't make us wait too long!"

-[Fuck, cool!!!]

-[It's OK, perfect!!! A goal! This time I'm not shaved bald!]

-[We should have played like this a long time ago. We need to put pressure on Barcelona and not let them pass and control the ball so comfortably. 】

-【Although the hope is still slim, it is not so frustrating to be able to score a goal against Barcelona at the beginning. 】

This goal has too special meaning for all the fans who support Manchester City.

Etihad Stadium.

55,000 Blue Moon fans burst into cheers like a tsunami.

"Su!!"

"Su!!"

"Su!!"

Everyone couldn't help but shout Su Fei's name in unison.

In the Barcelona penalty area.

The knocked-down Barcelona players climbed up in a panic, and Puyol rubbed his chest with his teeth bared.

Horror.

The moment just now was really horrible.

It didn't look like a human.

It was a real beast.

Like an angry brown bear, it ignored everything and flew up.

Puyol turned his head.

Looking for Su Fei's figure.

It turned out that Su Fei did not celebrate at all, even though the whole stadium was shouting his name, even though the Manchester City players were hugging each other excitedly.

Su Fei just walked into the goal silently.

He silently picked up the football from the stunned Barcelona goalkeeper Valdes and ran towards the midfield.

Su Fei's idea was simple.

Now.

It was not a moment worth celebrating at all.

Although a goal was scored in this game, Manchester City is still trailing by a big score of 1:4.

Every minute.

Every second.

Su Fei didn't want to waste it.

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Under Su Fei's urging gaze, the referee blew the whistle and then urged the Barcelona players to come and stand.

At the edge of the court.

Stuart and Su Fei's serious expressions were as serious as before.

The old man was very happy to see Su Fei score.

But the old man knew better what the team's goal was in this game.

Not enough!

One goal is far from enough....

Not far away.

Rijkaard rubbed his mouth, and his expression gradually became serious.

The Dutch originally thought that Su Fei was forcing himself to play.

Now it seems.

Su Fei is in surprisingly good condition.

Even better than in the first round, the point grab, the confrontation, and the jump height just now.

That can explain everything.

However.

Barcelona's big lead is here after all, and Rijkaard believes it.

His own team can also score in this game.

As long as they only need to score one goal.

For Manchester City, it will be a further devastating blow.

Soon.

Rijkaard got what he wanted and smiled with relief.

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The game was reopened in the middle circle, and Barcelona had the ball.

The Barcelona players who were violently headed by Su Fei adjusted their mentality quickly.

After all, the big lead is here.

On the contrary.

It also inspired the competitive spirit of Barcelona players.

Barcelona showed their Tiki-Taka tactics to the Blue Moon fans in the stands of Etihad Stadium.

Active running.

Accurate straight and short passes.

The football was passed back and forth under the feet of Barcelona players, penetrating the midfield and advancing continuously.

......

The 6th minute and 27 seconds of the game.

On the right side of the front court.

Ronaldinho dribbled the ball.

The pressure of the Golden Ball winner forced Manchester City to invest personnel in the right area.

Knight chose to retreat and Dunn also chose to rush to Ronaldinho, cooperating with Zambrotta toDouble attack.

However.

A scene that made countless Blue Moon fans despair was born.

Facing the three-man double attack that was about to form, Ronaldinho stretched out his foot and lightly picked it up.

He accurately found the narrow gap between Dunn and Zambrotta.

Then he went to the baseline.

Passed by Zambrotta in an instant.

Put the football under his feet again.

"Ronaldinho!!"

"Facing the double attack!"

"No pass!"

"Instead, he confidently chose to pass the ball!"

"Not only did he pass the ball, but he also passed the ball under the double attack of multiple people!"

"Oh my God!"

"Football Elf!"

"A well-deserved football Elf!"

Even if you are not a fan of Ronaldinho, you have to be impressed by him when you see such an operation.

But for Manchester City goalkeeper James.

Seeing Ronaldinho break through the defender's defense and dribbling into the penalty area.

There was only fear in his heart.

At the moment Ronaldinho raised his foot, Cannavaro, who also realized the danger, rushed over.

He wanted to block the shot with his body.

But.

Ronaldinho is not only good at dribbling, his shooting skills are also as imaginative as his name.

"Ronaldinho!!"

"He's going to shoot!"

"This ball..."

"GGGG---OOOO---AAAA---LLLL!"

"GGGOOOAAALLL!"

"GOAL!"

"GOAL!"

"The ball went in!"

"This goal..."

"Ronaldinho's ultimate personal ability is shown!"

"His breakthrough easily tore through the Manchester City defenders' defense, and his lob easily avoided James' save."

"1:1!"

"Barcelona's response came too fast!"

"Su Fei's violent header seemed to have happened just a second ago."

"Less than 3 minutes!"

"Barcelona also scored their first goal in the second leg with Ronaldinho."

"The current score between the two teams is."

"1:5."

Wang Tao, who cheered for Ronaldinho's goal, gradually became bitter.

Su Fei's goal.

Give Manchester City fans a glimmer of hope.

Ronaldinho's goal undoubtedly closed the window of Manchester City's hope again, and also nailed the nail.

-[Damn! Damn! God wants to destroy Manchester City...]

-[Damn Ronaldinho, it's okay that he looks so casual, but how can he score so casually? ! ]

-[1:5...According to the away goal rule, Manchester City now needs to score at least 5 more goals and not lose the ball to have a chance to advance. Even if they score 4 in a row, they will be eliminated when the score reaches 5:5. ]

-[Dude upstairs, don't count it. You don't really think there is still a chance, do you? 6, a total of 6 goals must be scored against Barcelona! ]

-[Haha, I never thought Manchester City could win. Keep calm, just have fun today. No more talking, I'm going to fix the TV first. ]

On the court.

Ronaldinho, who scored the goal, showed his signature big white teeth smile and hugged Messi who came to celebrate beside him.

The melancholy Argentine boy turned into a happy boy.

The 55,000 Blue Moon fans in the stands of the Etihad Stadium were very upset. They stopped singing and stared at the replay of the goal.

Rijkaard turned his head and calmly unscrewed a bottle of water, with a slight smile on his lips.

Stuart felt his legs weak.

The next second.

It was as if he was about to lose support and kneel on the grass.

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