Chapter 301 Two Fatal "Performances"
When the referee Sendriz stepped into the penalty area, the deafening noise of the new Tivoli Stadium gradually subsided. The more than 30,000 fans who were as violent as angry King Kong just now instantly turned into the most devout believers, clasping their hands together and praying...
Fifteen thousand people prayed that they could get a penalty!
Five thousand people prayed that it must not be a penalty!
The air was tense and solidified!
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On the sidelines.
Li Bing, who was brought to the England team's command seat by Li Tongfan as a team staff member, also had a thumping heart at this moment.
As a Chinese, he would certainly stand firmly on the side of his little idol and fellow countryman Crazy Li.
By the way, he also became a firm supporter of the England team.
As a professional football coach with a lot of experience, Li Bing deeply understood: If he was sentenced to death less than three minutes after the start of the game, all the tactical arrangements that he had worked hard to prepare before the game would become empty talk.
This would be a huge blow!
After the penalty, everything has to start all over again!
And with the two teams being similar in strength, this situation is almost too much for the Three Lions to bear.
However...
When Li Bing cast his eyes on the man who had been standing quietly on the sidelines since the beginning of the game, he was surprised to find that Li Tongfan, who should have been the most nervous person in the world, actually had a faint arc at the corner of his mouth...
He was laughing?
He was actually laughing?
Why?
Wasn't he afraid that the referee would really award a penalty? Or...
Li Bing quickly found the answer
Because on the field, the Swiss referee Sendriz, who was bearing the invisible gazes of thousands of fans around the world, finally made the final judgment and pointed his finger at the small penalty area...
Penalty?
Suddenly, a demonstrative cheer broke out from the Spanish fans in the stands...
But soon, the cheers turned into exclamations and boasting!
In sharp contrast, the England fans who had almost fallen into the abyss of hell just now fell into madness!
Because it was not a penalty!
The referee's finger did point to the small penalty area, but it was not the penalty spot, but the goal!
Goal kick!
And waiting for Carlos Marchena was a yellow sapphire war god card.
The performance of the central defender from Valencia almost fooled the referee, but fortunately Sendriz was not an arbitrary referee, and with the help of Israeli linesman Silinsem, he could see the slightest detail!
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Force~~~
The whistle sounded, and the game continued.
Marchena, who was carried out on a stretcher, soon returned to the field alive and kicking.
The Valencia central defender regarded the overwhelming boos from the English fans in the stands of the New Tivoli Stadium as farts, and ran to the backcourt of the Spanish team, cursing and shaking his hands fiercely behind him, looking extremely dissatisfied and aggrieved that the referee did not award a penalty.
But the broadcast camera replayed in slow motion, and everyone in front of the TV clearly saw what happened in the penalty area just now--
When Xavi sent the ball out in the corner, Marchena and Steven Taylor jumped high in the penalty area at the same time. The two opened their arms at the same time in the air to maintain balance. Marchena's elbow hit Taylor's chest hard, and Taylor's fingertips gently brushed Marchena's cheek...
But Marchena fell down trembling as if he was hit by a huge hammer...
It was indeed a poor performance!
Israeli linesman Silinsem faithfully fulfilled his responsibilities, and Swiss referee Sendriz also made a very fair penalty.
Even the Spanish fans in front of the TV covered their faces in shame after watching the slow-motion replay of the satellite live broadcast.
...
The England team, which escaped a "frame-up", quickly used the ball to launch a sharp counterattack!
A typical English attack!
Joe Hart's long kick flew across almost the entire field, past the heavily defended midfield of the Spanish team, and flew all the way to the top of the field's "highest peak" at the front of the penalty area, the 2.01-meter-tall bamboo pole guy Crouch's head.
Although the "performance emperor" Marchena struggled hard behind him, when Crouch jumped up, the 1.83-meter-tall Marchena was defeated without any suspense.
The football was accurately passed by Crouch to England's front midfielder Frank Lampard.
Thirty-five meters away from the goal!
Such an area is definitely in the heavy artillery area of Chelsea's genie Lamp Lampard.
Facing the football comfortably delivered by Crouch, Lampard showed no sign of stopping the ball. While running, the steel nails on his left foot boots suddenly stepped hard on the green grass to support the weight of his whole body. His right calf swung back, and his heel almost hit his butt...
This is a typical Lampard-style heavy artillery prelude to the goal!
"...England's chance, dangerous!!"
In the commentary booth, Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia couldn't help but scream at this moment.
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On the court.
Puyol, who had played against Lampard many times in the Champions League, knew very well how dangerous it was to let a player like Lampard shoot calmly in this area, so the Golden Lion King rushed out of the penalty area to block it at the first time!
He must not be allowed to shoot!
But soon, Puyol's originally confident pupils shrank sharply!
Because when Lampard's high-stretched right foot came down, it suddenly became gentle, and the part that contacted the football instantly changed from the instep to the arch of the foot...
Whoosh~~
The white football sticks to the green turf, causing a burst of flying grass clippings...
Puyol opened his eyes in panic: Oops, I was fooled!
Like a white pegasus galloping on the grassland, "European Pass" rushed past Puyol, who turned slightly and prepared to block Lampard's shot with his back!
In the penalty area, there was no Spanish player to block wherever the football passed!
Because that is the gap left after Puyol rushed out.
In less than three seconds when Puyol was deceived by Lampard, Spain's other central defender Marchena and the two full-backs had no time to cover.
At this moment, the football was like a pair of gleaming scissors, following the fleeting gap in the Matador Legion's defense to the right side of the small penalty area.
"Oh oh oh oh oh, incredible! Lampard's fake shot toyed with the entire Spanish defense, a fatal pass!"
"Gerrard! The Liverpool team spirit appeared in the best position... not offside! Although the Spanish team defender Capdevila raised his arms to indicate that Gerrard was offside, the linesman ignored it!"
"...Danger, Gerrard formed a single shot!! But the angle is not good, Casillas has blocked the near corner on the right side of the goal...Do you want to shoot?"
On the field.
After receiving Lampard's wonderful pass, Gerrard, the captain of the Red Army, took the opportunity to move the ball forward. In this way, although he can adjust his rhythm to the best state, the angle of the shot will be smaller!
You must know that facing a goalkeeper like Casillas, even if the angle is reduced by one point, the possibility of scoring a goal will be reduced by a hundred points!
The Spanish fans who saw this scene relaxed a little, but soon became nervous again!
Because after passing the ball, Gerrard also made a fake shot, and the final touch of the ball was still a pass. The football quickly crossed the line of the small penalty area and came to the back of the goal!
Michael Owen, wearing England's No. 10 jersey, rushed out of the diagonal stab like a sharp sword that finally pierced the opponent's heart, and gently pushed towards the arch of the football's foot...
"...Gerald Gerald Gerald! Opportunity opportunity opportunity!"
Sester was like an epileptic patient who suddenly had a convulsion, gushing excitedly: "Oh, it's too big? How to deal with it? Pass the ball...who is behind? Ouch, Michael Owen!! Lightning killer! St. Cassie had been drawn to the front post by Gerrard, and Owen sent the ball into the empty net!"
"Hey, hey, hey~~~ The ball is in, the ball is in!" Duan Xuan's melancholy baritone suddenly rose an octave: "Lampard defeated the Spanish team's defense with a fake shot, and Gerrard teased Liyas with a fake shot, Shuangde used an almost artistic performance to perform wonderfully, and Owen scored so easily!"
"...Ouch, this is really a disaster..." Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia shook his head helplessly: "The English played God's football, and we can't do anything about it! But don't be discouraged, boys, because you are the best at it. It’s about attacking, let’s retaliate with goals!”
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On the field.
After scoring the goal, Michael Owen flew like a gust of wind. He covered his ears with his hands along the pitch and pretended to be listening. He listened to the English fans in the stands cheering as loudly as a flash flood in the Alps. He came to the team's coach. In front of the banquet.
Thirty seconds later.
Li Tongfan, who was thrown to the ground, had seven or eight strong English men covered in sweat and stinking on top of him, and the players were stacking up excitedly.
"Asshole, damn, my ribs..."
The sultry man who was pressed at the bottom let out a miserable scream of struggle!
Li Bing, who was standing not far away, looked at Li Tongfan's only thigh in trousers that was constantly twitching outside the "meat mountain", and his eyes were filled with envy. In Chinese football, it is rare to see players express their intimacy with their head coach in such an intimate way.
In the past few days of training, Li Tongfan repeatedly emphasized the Spanish team's defensive weakness in the center of the penalty area, and repeatedly asked the England team to achieve a breakthrough by attacking this point. Today, such tactics really worked!
Although Senna, the only defensive player in the Spanish midfield, is strong, it is obviously a bit difficult to adapt to England's high-flying style, which is similar to long passes and lobs.
Facts have proved that Li Tongfan's previous training was very targeted and lethal for the Spanish team.
At this moment, Li Bing suddenly remembered some other strange tactics that Li Tongfan arranged in the locker room before the game...
Is that also a magic weapon for defeating the enemy?
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1:0!
Only 5 minutes into the game, the score changed!
The Spanish team used a "wonderful performance" to test the heart endurance of the English fans, while the English team simply used an even more exciting performance to directly break the hearts of the Spanish fans!
Wonderful and will continue! ——