"Oh, what a pity, Figo's long-range shot was only a little close, and the French escaped again. Reima was expected to be a nightmare for the French, but unfortunately, he, Figo and Portugal lacked some luck. However, it can be felt that Portugal are getting closer and closer to scoring and France will have to come up with something to solve the problem now. I can understand their desire to keep a draw, but it's too passive right now," lamented a Belgian commentator after Figo's long-range shot from the back of the net after receiving an assist from Ray.

"Hmm!!" There is no doubt that compared to the commentator's understatement, the emotions of Figo's long-range shot at the Allianz Arena were much stronger. In particular, the loud sighs of regret from the Portuguese fans, when gathered together, stopped in the ears as if one had come to the wall of sighs in the temple of Jerusalem. The strong regret contained in it is beyond words.

Damn it! Of course, the Portuguese players like Lao Lei are not much better. Especially Lao Lei, after seeing that his efforts had become useless again, no matter how calm Lao Lei was, he couldn't help but pull his hair hatefully with both hands, trying to cover up the strong dissatisfaction and loss in his heart with the feeling of pain.

This heel pass is not easy to come by, and it was he who withstood the continuous impact of Vieira and Makelele, and then sent it dangerously. After seeing the ball reach Figo's feet, he was full of thoughts that the goal was coming, because his assist was miraculously hit behind Abidal again, creating a brief period of unguarded time and space for Figo.

It's not quite a great one-on-one chance, though. But at least it also gave Figo an easy chance to shoot in the penalty area, which was a great half-solo opportunity. But where to think. In the end, Figo's curling ball with his left foot went wide of the far post. Let the precarious French defense line escape once again. It's okay if it's normal, but at this moment, such an opportunity is too precious.

Regardless of the occasion, time, situation and other factors, it is really too difficult to get this opportunity in this French defense. This opportunity can also be regarded as the second better opportunity created by Lao Lei after Pauletta's supplementary shot. In this case, judging from Lao Lei's performance in the past two seasons, it is already a rare phenomenon of low efficiency.

Just when Lao Lei wondered if he had committed any kind of immortal rush today. French coach Domenech was anxiously shouting instructions to the French players on the field at this time, and he looked very excited when he was dancing. His arrangement at the moment is not a high-level move, a strange move, just two words, counterattack, use counterattack to contain Portugal's attack, even if it can't score, it must have the effect of deterring the Portuguese defense enough.

This is a truth that everyone understands, and. Obviously, his players are much calmer than his manager. The composure and sophistication of this French team were once again on display at this moment, although Portugal played well in attack and their defence was indeed under a lot of pressure. But they were still calm, not flustered or impatient. Just like before, they were waiting for Zidane's command. Waiting for the opportunity to come, like a seasoned hunter.

There is certainly a chance left for France. As long as Portugal and Lao Lei continue to maintain this intensity of attack, there will definitely be. The only question is whether the French team can catch it. But it is clear that this is not a problem for this French team. Because they have one of the greatest stars in European football of the last 20 years, a legendary leader, Zinedine Zidane.

In the 87th minute of the second half, the Frenchman, under the command of Zinedine Zidane, ushered in such a chance. After Deco's shot was blocked by the French defender with his body, it just bounced back to Zidane's feet. Due to the fact that the Portuguese formation was too pressed at this time, all of a sudden, the Portuguese defense with a large gap appeared in front of the decision-making organizer.

Almost as soon as Zidane won the ball, Lao Lei smelled the crisis. Without any hesitation, he picked up speed and rushed towards Zidane in a few big steps. At this time, he already had the idea of using foul tactics in case he couldn't delay or break the ball at Zidane's feet.

Obviously, Zidane is also very aggressive, and Lao Lei is thinking something. Therefore, he didn't intend to give Lao Lei this opportunity at all, and after turning to receive the ball, he didn't make any adjustments, and directly completed the pass with the outside of his right foot. Before Ray's sliding tackle arrived, the ball was already flying off the turf and pointing straight at Henry in front of him.

Shit! Seeing that the sliding shovel was unsuccessful, Lao Lei didn't have any time to be discouraged, because this time he had already seen that the crisis was just around the corner, not just a taste. Before the end of the slide, he gritted his teeth, braned suddenly, and stood up with both hands. Then, without any pause, he gritted his teeth and began to accelerate with all his strength when his body was staggering and his steps were unsteady. At this time, Lao Lei was like a falcon, his eyes were coldly watching the development of the French team's attack in front of him, and then he swept towards it quickly and ferociously. It's as if this is a hunt, or rather, it's a hunt, a cold-blooded hunt that is a matter of life and death.

Ahead, to the enthusiastic cheers of the French fans, Henry and Ribery have played two consecutive one-two combinations, completing the initial elimination of the Portuguese defenders. When Thierry Henry sent the ball to the empty Portuguese half, Ribery began to compete with Andreas Pereira on the left flank.

But in terms of sheer speed, Pereira is certainly no match for Ribery, and he could even be left far behind by Ribery in a matter of breaths. Thankfully, though, Pereira still has the invisible advantage of being experienced. Compared to Franck Franck Franchi, who has just made a name for himself at Marseille, Andreas Pereira, who has already won numerous honours with the Portuguese national team and Chelsea, is clearly more sophisticated.

Accelerating along the touchline, Pereira knew what Ribery was up to the moment Henry passed the ball and Ribery set it up. In the absence of the stupid choice of choosing to take the lead and fight with Ribery, Pereira went the opposite way, directly made a horizontal figure, and put his body on the scarred man's body before Ribery took up. Then Ribery began to gallop with a large oil bottle on the flank.

Although it seems that Ribery will still touch the football first in the end, and Pereira has done all this uselessly, it is Pereira's action that has ushered in valuable return time for the Portuguese defense, including Lao Lei, and basically cut off the possibility of Ribery going straight into the Portuguese penalty area after getting the ball.

In the end, seeing that he no longer had a single brush, Ribery could only glare at Pereira, who was like a kraft candy, and then slammed back the fire and sent the football to the feet of Henry in the middle. Facing Portugal's backline, and with the ball at his feet, it seemed that Henry the Great had ushered in the best time to put on his own solo show and beat Portugal with one kick.

But at this time, Portugal's defense was also pressed, and it would be seen that Henry was comfortable getting the football. In this case, a reckless attack like this will either achieve a big good result, or it will be directly shaken and become a backbiter. Fortunately, Portugal's luck was also good this time, and although Mela, who was reckless in blocking, did not directly disrupt Ribery's pass, he also touched the ball solidly.

All of a sudden, Henry had to turn around and get the ball and make adjustments. But in this way, the speed of the counterattack will naturally slow down. In the end, Henry did not choose to hand over the football again, but came to force a turn and shoot himself. However, it did not get a good result, and Carvalho, who was put up in time to fill the position, blocked it with his foot.

However, the French team's attack did not end there, and after the football bounced back, Ribery rushed to the front of the ball in front of Pereira. However, just as he was about to cut inside with the ball, a heavy gasp came and his body flew with it.

Moreover, I don't know if it was because of this sudden blow, anyway, Ribery, who was flying in the air at the moment, felt as if he was in some kind of mysterious mental state, except for the exclamations of the French fans in his ears, there was no other feeling. It wasn't until he slammed and fell heavily on the turf, and the pain hit him so hard that he returned to normal.

Because he didn't take any precautions, he landed on the ground first in his chest and abdomen. So, at this moment, Ribery really fell badly, and the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen made him curl up on the turf like a lobster. Moreover, because of this severe pain, his whole body was in a trance at this time, and the sudden noise made his brain like mush, and he couldn't think of anything except pain.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if someone had come to his side.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were still instinctively closed due to the severe pain in his body. Even if he tried to open it, he could only see a faint shadow. By the colour of the shirt, he was able to tell that it was a Portuguese player.

This kind of hard wound comes and goes quickly, and although the pain will not go away immediately, it will not have such a disturbing effect on Ribery. So, it didn't take long for Ribery's eyes to see the shadow standing beside him, leaning down and standing with his upper body.

At this time, his vision had just cleared, and the first image that appeared was a pair of bright eyes, a pair of eyes that made Ribery angry.

Ribery was no stranger to these eyes, the familiar disdain, the familiar banter, the familiar coldness, he could never forget it!

I can't forget it!! (To be continued......)