Chapter 300 Is There Anyone Who Can Escape the Curse of the Middle Finger?
June 16th.
18:00 pm.
The tranquil sky-blue water of the Rhine River flows gently, the soothing green ridges outside the Alps embrace the beautiful town like arms, and the clouds in the distance are dyed fiery red by the setting sun, which was a bit unbearably hot just a moment ago. The temperature dropped quickly.
New Tivoli Stadium in Innsbruck.
Three Lions England VS Matador Spain.
The most eye-catching passionate collision since the start of the 2008 European Cup has finally begun.
Push~~~
The Swiss referee Sendriz, with a silver whistle in his mouth, stood in the center circle of the stadium and blew the horn to start the game in front of everyone's attention.
On the field.
Spanish team center Fernando Torres kicked the football directly to goalkeeper Casillas in the backcourt with a back pass. Then, like two sharp steel knives soaked in the red blood of the enemy, he and David Villa quickly penetrated towards England. The team's defense.
And Michael Owen and Peter Crouch showed no sign of weakness and rushed forward in an instant.
The four forwards shoulder the hopes of victory for their respective teams and the hundreds of millions of fans behind them.
The moment they passed each other, their eyes met, and sparks flew!
War.
At this moment it was finally lit!
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In the stands.
The fans' war also kicked off at this moment!
Unlike four days ago in Salzburg, today, England fans, who are known as the craziest, most shouting, best dressed up, most provocative, best at creating atmosphere, best at stealing the camera and even the best at fighting, finally met The opponents arrived, as the Spanish fans, who outnumbered them in no way, were not quick with them in any way.
Meet your opponent in chess!
You will find good materials! !
In the sky above the new Tivoli Stadium, the English version of "God Save the Queen" and the Spanish version of "Royal March" were like the thunderous drums of the two armies confronting each other, constantly clashing in excitement.
The decibels are high!
Even without the use of amplification equipment, the fierce collision of the two languages can easily envelope Innsbruck, a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers.
England fans held up pictures of every Three Lions idol in the stands. Among them, the huge picture of Madman Lee with his middle finger raised and roaring was the most frequently broadcast. The picture was accompanied by a text explanation:
"Who can survive the curse of the middle finger war god?"
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In the commentary box.
The British commentator Seth obviously saw what happened in the stands and couldn't wait to sigh: "Oh oh oh!! Crazy Li has become the number one star of the England team... Uh, I am everyone's old friend Seth Special, the game has just started and the Spanish team is in possession of the ball..."
Then the starting lineup was introduced as usual.
"Compared with the last game, the England team's forward line has not changed. Michael Owen and Crouch's high and fast choices are still the two sharp knives of madman Li, and Chelsea deputy Frank Lampa Germany stood in the midfield position...
"...Now it seems that the core player of the team is still none other than captain David Beckham, and Liverpool's soul Steven Gerrard finally got the starting position in this game. He appeared on the ball. The right midfielder position of the team..."
"... James Milner, who has moved from Newcastle to Aston Villa, unexpectedly squeezed out Middlesbrough winger Downing, who performed well in the last game, and got a starting opportunity... The back line maintained its performance in the first game. The lineup for the Greek game included Manzianni, John Terry, Steven Taylor and Ashley Cole, and the goalkeeper was still the unstoppable lunatic Joe Hart!”
Sester finished introducing the England team's starting lineup in one breath, and his partner Gary Lineker sitting next to him began to perform his commentary task with a smile:
"...Spain's starting lineup is similar to what the media expected, with goalkeeper Casillas, defenders Ramos, Marchena, Puyol and Capdevila, and Yellow Submarine Villarreal captain Senna Appearing in the defensive midfielder position, Xavi, Iniesta and David Silva formed a frontcourt attack group, continuously delivering ammunition to the two-faced killers Torres and Villa on the front line..."
Not far from the British commentary booth, the big-headed Brother Duan Xuan was shaking his head and expressing his views on the starting lineup from a "professional" perspective——
"Li Tongfan has always adhered to his own style of creating surprises. Although he generally maintained the original formation of 4-1-2-1-2, the two wings Tangning and Ashley Young who performed well in the last game Neither of them got a chance to start... In terms of playing style, both Gerrard and Milner are more balanced offensive and defensive players. It seems that facing the Spanish team, which is known as the most offensive team in the top 16 of this European Cup, Li Tongfan will not be able to do it. Don’t give up adventurous tactics and adopt a steady approach to victory..."
The Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia only said one sentence: "Haha, judging from the starting lineup, Crazy Li is scared! But I bet that changing the starting lineup will not bring him victory..."
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On the field.
The game was full of excitement from the beginning!
The Spanish team adopted a tactical style that was completely consistent with Lee Tong-bum's usual approach, using the ball in the opening to launch a resolute offensive.
The erratic and flexible movements of David Silva and Iniesta gave England's defense a big headache, and Xavi's penetrating and lethal ball near the center circle made the ghosts Fernando Torres, who also wandered to the left wing of the Three Lions, got the chance to get the ball.
The first person to step forward to block the ball was young player Manzianni.
The perfect performance in the last Greek team game gave the young player Li Tongfan, who was strongly promoted against all opinions, full of confidence when facing Liverpool's Holy Infant.
Unfortunately, facts have proven that having only confidence on the court is doomed to become a tragedy!
Because, after a season in the Premier League, Torres, who had played against countless top central defenders and never failed, only used a very simple fake action of pretending to move the ball down the bottom and then suddenly cutting in the middle laterally. Manzianni was thrown off his center of gravity, and the latter fell to the side...
Next…
Before Terry stepped forward to press, Fernando Torres fired brazenly from the 45th corner of the penalty area and 30 meters away from the goal!
An unreasonable heavy sudden attack!
boom!
The huge power of the shot made the white ball let out a miserable "scream" in an instant, and then, amid the cheers of the Spanish fans and the screams of the English fans, it rubbed the hot air and hit the goal like a flying fireball. !
Goalkeeper Joe Hart struggled to pick it up, but his fingertips that spread out desperately could not touch the football...
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"...Ouch, Torres' shot is dangerous!!" Cester couldn't help but screamed.
On the other side, Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia jumped up from the commentary table desperately: "The ball went in... God, it hit the crossbar of the goal... There is still a chance!! Ah! Ouch... What a pity. What a pity, what a pity! This time Villa reacted too late, and the football was pushed to the bottom line by England’s No. 4 player..."
"...Hey~~~Look at this goal! Oh, Villa...less than a minute into the game, Li Tongfan, who has always been good at creating power for his opponents, was almost hit in the head by Torres!" Brother Duan Xuan's reaction was obviously better than the two. A foreign colleague was a third slower: "The Spanish team had the best shooters in La Liga and the Premier League last season. This game is a huge test for the English team's defense!"
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On the field.
Manzianni, who made a fatal mistake in defense, got up from the turf in embarrassment.
The young right back brushed off the grass clippings on his body and clenched his fists, staring hard at Torres's back. He swore secretly through his teeth: He must guard against this damn white boy next time...
Torres in the distance was rubbing his golden hair with his hands in annoyance, and the disappointment on his slightly freckled face was clear. If the ball just scored, the head coach's tactical arrangement would be better realized...
The Holy Infant did not notice at all that there was a little guy behind him staring at him with gnashing teeth.
Because for Torres, he has no idea how many defenders he has broken through in the same way in his career. Torres will never take such a loser to heart!
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Spain won a corner kick for Torres' shot.
Harvey's corner kick drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the England team's penalty area. All the players were pushing and shoving in the penalty area in an instant...
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Push~~~~
A sudden crisp and loud whistle ended everything.
Referee Sendriz ran into the penalty area. The end of the broadcast was zoomed in. It turned out that someone in the penalty area fell to the ground——
Carlos Marchena!
Spain's No. 4 main center back!
The 1.83-meter tall Spanish man was lying in the England team's penalty area, covering his face and rolling in pain. His miserable expression looked like he had been hit by a shot put or discus falling from the sky...
Standing next to Marchena's rolling body was England's No. 4 Steven Taylor. The Newcastle center back immediately raised his hands with an innocent face to show that he had not committed any foul action, because it was he who was playing the ball just now. Mark Marchena.
The referee walked up to Marchena with a dark face and bent down to ask about the situation.
Unfortunately, Marchena seemed to have lost the ability to speak in pain. He pointed a finger at Taylor like a sharp knife, and could not say a word except screaming and moaning...
The Spanish players instantly divided into two groups like well-trained and prepared soldiers——
A wave of players, led by captain Puyol, surrounded the referee and put pressure on him...
The other wave began to push and push the "culprit" Taylor with angry expressions...
In the stands.
The boos sounded instantly like the angry tide that flows into the Rhine River after the snow melts in the Alps every winter and spring.
Fans from both sides had not even warmed up the plastic seats under their buttocks. They immediately combed their white middle fingers and waved their casserole-sized fists with ferocious faces!
Under the fanatical atmosphere, even the usually dignified and virtuous beauty turned into a violent female warrior with full anger at this moment...
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"...What's going on, Taylor fouled? God, are Spain going to get a penalty?"
"Penalty kick! Penalty kick!! Penalty kick!!! Oh ha, this is definitely a brutal and shameless foul. Marchena's expression is heart-wrenching. He was carried off the field on a stretcher..."
"…The referee Sendriz walked towards the linesman. It seemed that he didn't know what happened in the penalty area just now. He needed the linesman's help…
"…The linesman Silinsem, the 27-year-old Israeli, unexpectedly became the person who determined the fate of the England team…Will it be a penalty? Silinsem was whispering to the referee to explain everything that happened just now…"
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Thirty seconds later.
After finishing the communication with the linesman, the referee Sendriz turned back and walked towards the England team's penalty area with an expressionless face.
At this moment, countless hearts around the world beat violently…
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It's a tragedy. My girlfriend temporarily changed her class to attend the evening self-study class and couldn't come back to cook. Xiaodao could only make enough food and clothing by himself.
So the third update can only be adjusted to eleven thirty. Dear swordsmen, please forgive the hungry Daozi!
Finally, I beg for a monthly ticket miserably.
Xiaodao hasn't asked for a monthly ticket for a long time, but today there is a barbaric guy on the list who is fiercely rushing towards Xiaodao's pure anus!