From cutting off Alva's ball to Gao Zheng's shot, it can really be said that it is between lightning and flint. Griezmann didn't dribble down the ball, but caught up with the ball and, after only taking a step, turned his head to observe the situation in the box.

Seeing Gao Zheng suddenly stop, he realized what Gao Zheng was going to do, so he immediately passed the football over.

And then the football went in.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

Because Alva lost the goal very suddenly, many Barcelona players have not reacted at this time.

There were only three people in the penalty area: Pique, goalkeeper Ter Stegen and Alves, and only the first two stood in front of Gao Zheng.

Alves at the back post, what about Sergio Busquets? Still outside the free throw arc...... I didn't go into the restricted area at all.

In five seconds, Atletico Madrid ended the battle, not giving the other Barcelona players a chance to return to the penalty area.

"Blitzkrieg at Atletico Madrid!" José Maria happily shouted, "Score twice!" He helped Atletico Madrid chase down the aggregate score to 2:3! We're just one ball away!! Hope is back in front of our eyes! ”

The Calderón Stadium erupted like a volcanic eruption of cheers over the stadium.

Every Atletico Madrid fan jumped up from their seats, raised their arms and shouted, and then hugged the people around them, whether they knew each other before or not, at this moment they had only one identity - Atletico Madrid fans, which was enough for them to abandon all differences, hug and cheer without suspicion and obstacles.

Herrera and his companions were now in the South Stand roaring hoarsely, even if their voices were hoarse.

Just one ball is too clear in their minds what it means!

The difference between three balls is like a moat, but the difference between a ball and a stream is no different!

Since we can even cross the moat, what is a small stream?

Rush, competitive!

Fuck the bastards of Barcelona!!

They thought of the Barcelona players waving their fists, raising their middle fingers, and venting their emotions.

This kind of emotional distraction Every Atletico Madrid fan present, no matter how gentle and elegant he usually is, is just a rough guy and shrew full of dirty words at this moment.

Gao Zheng, who ignited their emotions, still didn't celebrate after the goal, and he then volleyed straight into the goal.

Ter Stegen remembered his accusation, he turned over and held the football in his arms, but before he could hold it, Gao Zheng killed him, he grabbed the football with both hands, and then twisted his whole body, and threw Ter Stegen to the ground, and the football in his arms naturally fell, was picked up by Gao Zheng and held in his arms, turned around and ran to the middle circle.

"Hah! Gao Zheng rarely has such an excited time, and it can be seen that his feet are smooth now, but he doesn't want to delay even a second! ”

Gao Zheng, who ran back with a football in his arms, was not completely without celebration this time, he held the football with one hand and raised it with the other, greeting the Atletico Madrid fans in the stands around him and encouraging them.

Sure enough, at his instigation, the cheers in the stands were louder.

It was as if a storm was gathering over Calderón Stadium, with dark clouds rolling, thunder, and lightning flashing in the clouds, like a monstrous dragon, churning, trying to rush out of the clouds and descend on the earth.

The loud roar stunned the Barcelona fans who traveled with the team.

They were stuck in their seats, not knowing how to respond to the hype created by the Atletico Madrid fans.

Before the game, many of them were very optimistic, planning to come to witness Barcelona's elimination of Atletico Madrid, and they had already figured out how to humiliate the Atletico Madrid fans at that time.

As a result, now, it seems that none of the means they have prepared will be used......

Rather than humiliating Atletico Madrid, they should consider whether Barcelona can really beat Atletico Madrid......

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"Sister Feng, look at it! The light has worked!! Xiao Yingying shook Feng Shiyu vigorously.

"Okay, okay, make merit......" Feng Shiyu was very helpless, it was obviously Gao Zheng's goal, how could it become the credit of the bright light?

"Hahaha! Now there is real hope, only one goal away! The second half has only been nine minutes into the game! With nearly forty minutes left, it's not difficult to score another goal, and it's not impossible to score two goals! Xiao Yingying began to play her wishful thinking.

She didn't want to play extra time, because she could see that Atletico Madrid's tactics were very physically demanding, and if she did play extra time, she was worried that the players of Atletico Madrid would not be able to hold up physically and that there would be a big collapse in the end.

Just like in the 2013-2014 Champions League final, Atletico Madrid took the lead by one goal until the 93rd minute of the game, which allowed Real Madrid to equalize. After entering extra time, Atletico Madrid collapsed and was poured three goals by Real Madrid, and finally lost to Real Madrid 1:4.

Just looking at this score, it makes people think that Atletico Madrid is vulnerable, and Real Madrid won easily.

How could you possibly have imagined how embarrassed Atletico Madrid is to force Real Madrid?

So in order to prevent long nights and dreams, it is necessary to solve the battle within ninety minutes.

Feng Shiyu also knew this very well in her heart, she changed her posture, supported her chin with her hand, and stared at the close-up of Gao Zheng on the TV screen.

She still doesn't believe in the bright light, she still believes in Gao Zheng.

She believes that Gao Zheng will not let this game go to overtime.

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Enrique's expression was very serious and did not ...... Or it is very ugly to describe it more accurately.

He also praised his players for their performance in the first half at half-time.

But now he just wants to take back all the praise he had in the locker room!

To be honest, Barcelona's performance in the first half was really good, although it started early, but it was not beaten and lost its fighting power, but quickly took the opportunity to adjust, and then threatened Atletico Madrid's goal many times.

Enrique was certainly happy with the performance and felt his team had withstood the test.

But I didn't expect it, I didn't expect to lose a goal in less than ten minutes in the first half, and another goal in less than ten minutes in the second half......

It's damn slow heat!

Can a fifteen-minute half-time break cool down his players, both physically and mentally?

He roared from the sidelines, pointing to his temples and gesturing every Barcelona player who looked at him, to stay awake and not to be like a nap at halftime!

Guys, we're only one goal ahead and can't concede any more!

Even if you concede one more goal, you can still drag the game into extra time. But Enrique knew in his heart that it would not be a matter of overtime or not, and it could be a total collapse at that time!

For the first time, he wanted football to be close to basketball, with a timeout to call so that he could tug at every player's ear and give them a good blow.