Chapter 182 A Bad Joke

When Balzaretti blasted the football into the goal of Atletico Madrid with a powerful kick, on the rostrum, the president of the Getafe club, Flores, suddenly jumped up from his seat, as if It's like a spring is installed on the butt.

Then he threw up his arms and cheered.

After cheering, he waved his fist vigorously again, and every time he swung, he shouted: "Beautiful! Beautiful! So fucking beautiful!"

He kept repeating, his voice was still loud, and he didn't mean to avoid the chairman of Atletico Madrid beside him.

In fact, he did it on purpose, deliberately wanting to celebrate the goal so wantonly next to Jesus Hill.

Jesús Hill's contempt for his team before the game, as well as his rejection of his invitation, have accumulated a lot of anger in Flores' heart.

Now he can finally release it all!

But this is not the end, if it is just doing this, it will not be able to eliminate the hatred in Flores' heart.

After he finished cheering, he sat down and extended his hand to Hill. He wanted to shake hands with Hill!

If it was just pointing at Sang and scolding Huai before, now it is a naked slap in the face.

Hill was in a bad mood when he lost the ball, but Flores came to him to shake hands at this time, which clearly meant to drag Hill out to whip his corpse...

It was naturally impossible for Hill to shake hands with Flores.

But he still underestimated Flores' determination to revenge.

He thought it was over if he didn't reach out to take Flores' hand, but he was so wrong!

I saw Flores grabbed Hill's hand directly. Forcibly shook hands with him!

Jesús Hill's face looked a little surprised at that moment.

He didn't seem to expect Flores to be able to do such a thing.

But soon, the surprised expression was fleeting, and Hill's face was so dark that ink dripped down.

He was humiliated in person! And it's forced!

This is a double insult!

But he can only suffer,

There is no chance of fighting back.

After all, his team is behind now.

He could only stare at the court without saying a word.

Now there is only one chance to counterattack, and that is his team's goal, then he can celebrate to his heart's content, and at the same time respond to Flores' previous provocation.

before that. No matter how upset he is, he can only swallow this breath.

While he was scolding Flores, an uneducated bastard, he was also scolding Marcos Alonso in his heart.

How can a team like Getafe score goals?

What the hell is that idiot Alonso doing? !

The Atletico Madrid fans in front of the TV couldn't believe it. Their teams would fall behind in the game.

Before the game, almost 90% of the people believed that they would beat Getafe in the away game, and they might pay some price, but the final victory must belong to Atletico Madrid.

How can I think of starting from the game. Not to mention that Atletico Madrid did not occupy the above advantages, and now they are behind in the score to Getafe...

They really didn't want to understand, why did the game become like this?

Although they have always regarded themselves as rebels and oppressed in front of Real Madrid, they still have a big brother mentality and a sense of superiority in front of other Madrid regional teams.

Now, Balzaretti's kick smashed their sense of superiority to pieces.

Since Atlético de Madrid was relegated, everything has been going wrong. Now even the little boys they usually look down on can ride on their necks and shit. What a depravity!

Atletico Madrid's players finally came to their senses. Realizing that the suburban redneck they've been looking down on has gotten ahead of them.

It is a shame that a team they look down on has taken the lead!

They feel humiliated and enraged.

How can Getafe lead?

Be sure to tie the score! Then reverse!

When the game resumed, Atletico Madrid's players launched an even more violent attack on Getafe's goal.

They don't believe that with their strength, they can't beat Getafe!

There should even be an equalizer soon.

But there is a saying that backfires.

When you want to score more. The more you can't score goals.

The more you feel that you can equalize the score, things may go in another direction...

Atletico Madrid attacked frantically after the start of the game, ignoring their own defense.

They were so red-eyed that they only wanted to teach Getafe a lesson, but they didn't expect that Getafe had been holding back their energy and waiting for them to attack...

Because the more they press, the more empty their defense becomes...

For a defensive counterattack team like Getafe, Atletico Madrid's approach is simply a piece of fat that comes to their door. Is there any reason not to eat it?

Just ten minutes after their goal, Getafe took another chance and they fought back again.

Another typical Getafe-style counterattack, which caught Atletico Madrid off guard!

The attack this time was less suspenseful than the last time, and the goal was scored more easily...

Charisteas received a cross from Mista and body-slammed the football into the goal!

"L!!!!" Crespo pulled a long voice roared.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Before the first half was over, Getafe was already leading by two goals! Ladies and gentlemen! You read that right, Getafe is leading now, not Atletico Madrid! And they still Leading by two goals! It’s unbelievable! Atletico Madrid, which the media was optimistic about before the game, was defeated by Getafe in the away game without any power to fight back!”

During Crespo's passionate commentary, Getafe's players embraced each other. Atletico Madrid's players were completely in disarray.

Goalkeeper Tony was complaining about the defender's poor defense, while the defender was defending himself, saying that the opponent's speed was too fast, and they had no time to organize the defense, so naturally they couldn't form an effective defense.

Kiko, who was wearing the captain's armband of Atletico Madrid, stood in the frontcourt, staring blankly at what happened in front of Atletico Madrid's goal.

He also didn't expect that this high-spirited expedition would have such a result.

Atlético Madrid can't even win against the little brother in the Madrid area. What happened to this team?

He promised the club to play for the team for free for a season, but he thought that he could return to the first division in one season. Although the club promised him. If Atletico Madrid cannot be promoted, then he can leave for free. But to be honest, Kiko never wanted to leave this team. That clause is simply a decoration, and it is impossible to use it one day.

Both he and Atletico Madrid are confident about the future.

But now it seems... Atletico Madrid may not be able to upgrade this season.

The league is more than halfway through, and the team is still ranked tenth, seven places away from the top three in the league. For the current Atletico Madrid team, this is not an easy task.

Chang Sheng was hugged by coach Manuel Garcia who was beside him. The opponent was too hard and almost pushed him to the ground.

Also startled him.

"Calm down, calm down, Manuel!" he shouted hastily.

"I can't fucking calm down. Chang! We actually lead Atletico Madrid by two goals at home! Is this a dream?!" Manuel Garcia's excited voice rang in his ears.

Chang Sheng also smiled: "It's just Atletico Madrid. If we lead Real Madrid in the future, are you going to die of excitement?"

Manuel Garcia turned around and looked at Chang Sheng seriously: "If we can win against Real Madrid, you really want me to die. I am willing too! My life is worth it!"

Chang Sheng looked at Manuel Garcia's excited smiling face, and heard that Getafe really won Real Madrid, and defeated the mighty Real Madrid at his own home court.

It was an upset at the time.

I don't know if there was Manuel Garcia in Getaferi at that time.

This time Getafe scored again, Flores still jumped up and cheered, but his celebration was limited to this. Instead of sitting down, he forced Hill to shake hands and hit him in the face.

After all, Hill is a senior with a great reputation, and he is completely different from the unknown chairman of his own unknown club. At least he should show some respect for the old and the young.

On the other hand, he felt that Getafe had already won the game. He also needs to look at his opponent with a winner's mentality. As a winner, it's better to have a bit of demeanor...

So he just sat down and glanced at Hill next to him, and remained silent.

Hill's face was dark, and this time it was even uglier than last time.

After conceding the first goal, he also believed that Atletico Madrid would definitely equalize the score in a short time, and Getafe's arrogance will not last long.

He has always believed so firmly.

But the reality gave him a cruel blow.

The equalizer he had been waiting for did not appear, but Getafe's second goal came instead.

This goal was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

The proud Atlético Madrid would fall behind by two goals in the away game, and the lead was still a team like Getafe that he had looked down upon before...

Hill stared at the Getafe players who were celebrating on the court, and then he moved his gaze to the Chinese coach Chang Sheng on the sidelines.

He really couldn't figure out how that unknown guy did it...

He is obviously a nobody... a Chinese, what football does he know?

Why can his team be two goals ahead of Atletico Madrid in the game?

He suddenly thought of what Chang Sheng said when he came to Atletico Madrid and was rejected.

He didn't know it at the time. At that time, he was exhausted by the prosecutor's torment. After hearing what the people below said, his son told him this as a joke, in order to make him feel better.

At that time, he really laughed out loud when he heard it, and his mood improved a lot.

But now, when he thinks about the truth of this matter again, he can't laugh at all.

—You will regret it! (to be continued) ()

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