Chapter 307: The Final Battle (3)
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"Listen to this boo, God, it's like 10,000 bees fluttering in my ears. The dissatisfaction of French fans with the referee's decision on duty can be seen from this. 'Why are there no yellow cards?!' Why is that Portuguese number 13 still on the pitch?! I think that's what they're saying at the moment. However, they have to admit that Reima's behavior just now may not be very friendly, but it definitely did not violate the rules, and he did touch the football first, so if you want to rely on these things, let the referee show a yellow card, that is indeed a very far-fetched thing"
Although the neutral commentator's words are reasonable, I am afraid that the French fans will never listen to them. As long as you arrive on the court, no matter how polite you are, the gentle fans will become impolite and radical people when they arrive on the court, which is almost a truth.
However, this can't all be blamed on the unreasonableness of French fans, what Lao Lei just did is indeed a bit "excessive", at least from the standpoint of French fans, it is indeed so. When Ribery fell to the ground in pain, Lao Lei, who was one of the parties involved, got up, and instead of leaning over to show friendship, he directly lifted his feet from Ribery and stepped over.
You know, the direction he went after he crossed was not the direction of football, so he didn't do it to get back into the game immediately, but just to get past Ribery. Such behavior, coupled with his trademark rebellious and disdainful expression, made it no wonder that French fans were outraged.
And it's not just the fans, even the French players can't suppress their dissatisfaction with it. For example, Vieira, who has the hottest temper among them. He couldn't suppress his temper anymore this time, and rushed directly to Lao Lei to find him trouble. If it weren't for Henry's quick eyesight. If you hold him back, I'm afraid he's a player who already has a yellow card. It's time to say goodbye to this game early.
From the point of view of the French team, this move by Henry is undoubtedly sane and correct. But from Lao Lei's point of view, that's the dog meddling with rats. What he did to Ribery this time, if it was said that it was for safety to vent his anger, it would be too underestimating Lao Lei. I have to say that provoking some people and making the situation on the field more chaotic is his main purpose, as for venting his anger. That's just a goal, a value.
Seeing that Vieira's big bonus was taken away by Henry, who was killed halfway, Lao Lei could only curse a few words in his heart, and there was nothing he could do. However, he didn't pay much attention to this matter, because there was still more important matter in front of him that needed to be solved urgently, and that was to kill France!
He didn't expect Scolari to be bold enough to step up the attack by sending another attacking player at this point. So, the cards that Old Ray can use now. That's all there is to it at the moment. In such a situation, it takes a lot of courage and a lot of pressure to continue to go on the offensive. Rao is a big nerve like old thunder. At this time, I also felt some unknown coldness because I was too nervous, and even my whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
But, it is precisely for this. The aggressive blood in Lao Lei's body also burned completely, and the whole person was like a supercar. The core engine was already rumbling like thunder. This sense of fullness and pleasure full of strength overshadows the discomfort caused by nervousness. As a result, Lao Lei's risk-penchant character was formed.
This is the same as some people are afraid of driving too fast and driving safely, and some people are because of the extreme excitement brought by speed, and constantly racing without knowing the law, putting aside right and wrong, you have to admit that the latter can theoretically reach the destination faster. Of course, on the other hand, it also needs to take a bigger risk, but as far as Lao Lei is concerned, he loves this risk to death! Love is dead!! Without this, what is the fun of football games, this is Lao Lei's football philosophy.
Therefore, after the game restarted, he immediately led Portugal to press forward and attack, and began to launch a final offensive against the French defense. Perhaps, at this time, many people will accuse Lao Lei of being irrational, but for Lao Lei, these are not problems, and he doesn't care at all, anyway, as long as he succeeds in the end, isn't it a problem. As long as victory can solve the problem, it is not a problem, this is his idea.
There were five minutes of stoppage time, and when the 90-minute regular time arrived, the fourth official on the sidelines played the sign. Seeing this, Lao Lei's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief. Excitement is excitement, self-confidence is also self-confidence, if the time for injury and stoppage time is not enough, rationally speaking, even Lao Lei himself will feel too much pressure, even more than he can bear. And 5 minutes is just right, long enough.
After having no biggest worries, Lao Lei cheered up and threw himself into the final battle at full speed. Although at this time, he no longer has the blessing of the devil's flesh and blood, but in terms of physical fitness, except for those who were replaced in the second half, he still has an advantage over everyone on the field. Even if it's not much, it's enough for him to maintain his level of performance in the last five minutes.
France, on the other hand, still adheres to a conservative strategy and takes the initiative to retreat and give up possession to Lao Lei and Portugal. I have to say that it is precisely because of this that there is an endless offensive of Portugal like a wave. In the first minute of stoppage time, Portugal took the lead under the leadership of Lao Lei.
Deco picked up the ball with his back and was brought down by Claude Makelele behind him, giving Portugal a well-placed free-kick up front. Subsequently, Lao Lei's free kick drew a wonderful arc and directly found Ronaldo who was ambushed at the back point. Cristiano Ronaldo, who has the absolute upper hand in jumping, beat Sagnol to grab the first landing point. However, due to the small angle of the shot, the French goalkeeper Bastes easily took the football into his arms, making Lao Lei's precise free kick useless.
However, Ronaldo's header was only the beginning of Portugal's fierce offensive, and before the French fans could relax, Portugal's subsequent offensive made their hearts rise to their throats and fully experience the taste of fear.
Just under 1 minute. Portugal had the second shot in stoppage time to hit the woodwork. Butters kicks the ball out and scrambles it over for headers. Football soon came to the edge of the French penalty area again. In the end, the football coincidentally fell in front of Lao Lei. This time. Lao Lei didn't make any other adjustments, and without giving the French team any chance to interfere, he directly picked the football into the penalty area with his right foot with his back. It's a pity that Pauletta's final volley was not fully effective due to lack of preparation, and was easily pressed down by Butters, leaving the French fans in a cold sweat again.
There is no doubt that this is a deeply regrettable offensive, and Lao Lei is no exception. But at the same time, he smelled more about the arrival of fighters. Portugal continued to threaten intensive offensives. There was inevitably a hint of panic in the French line. And the more panicked the defensive line, the more opportunities the attacking side can take advantage of, and the only question is whether the opponent's panic level is enough. Judging from the fact that the football was easy to get to his feet just now, at least as far as Lao Lei is concerned, the heat is enough, just waiting for the pot to boil.
At the same time, the French team instinctively felt uneasy and wanted to slow down the pace of the game as much as possible. Keep the ball away from your own goal. They are very anxious about this. But the world is often like this, the more eager you are, the more you can't do it, and the easier it is to be used by a hunter-like enemy like Lao Lei.
In the third minute of stoppage time. Portugal again organized an offensive and made a comeback. Actually, strictly speaking. This was not an offensive organized by the Portuguese themselves, but they forced it. The frantic pressing of their frontcourt. Finally let the French defenders go wrong on their own. Abidale's clearance from the back was directly blocked by the jumping Figo with his back. And then it was controlled by Deco first.
Then, the football came to the feet of Lao Lei. At this time, the French defense line was in chaos, and it was the best time for Lao Lei to attack. First, though, he needs to get past Patrick Vieira. Vieira, who was firmly stuck behind him, faced with this horizontal pass, Lao Lei stretched out his right foot and made a posture of leading the ball and turning.
However, just as his right foot was about to touch the football, he suddenly twisted his ankle and turned into a knock. A light buckle on the back heel of the right foot changes the forward line of the ball from horizontal to vertical. Between Vieira's legs, the door wide open, Ray found the only way forward. In addition, Pauletta who happened to be swimming behind Vieira, Lao Lei immediately thought of a passage that went straight into the hinterland of the French penalty area.
The risks are high, but the rewards are also great. Fortunately, Lao Lei succeeded again and made the right bet. After the football passed under Vieira's crotch, Pauletta, who was leaning on Thuram, immediately understood and did not stop the ball, but directly flicked the football to the side with the outside of his left foot and gave it to the front of Lao Lei's forward route.
However, things are not simple. Since Lei was still outside the penalty area at this time, Vieira made a very bold and selfless move, which was to put Lao Lei outside the French team's penalty area, although it was likely to send him off. It was a risky decision to either be a hero or a great sinner, but Vieira quickly made the choice.
When Lao Lei was about to accelerate past him and go straight into the penalty area, Vieira firmly grabbed the hem of Lao Lei's shirt. Lao Lei's rapid forward momentum, and Vieira's determination not to let go, made Lao Lei's No. 13 jersey immediately appear an exaggerated deformation, exaggerated to the point that a person can see it, let alone the referee who is close at hand. Immediately, the referee put his whistle to his mouth and waited for Lao Lei to fall to the ground.
However, Lao Lei didn't want to go to the end, at least he didn't want to fall to the ground in this place. Damn it! Damn it!! He didn't want to suffer this loss, gritted his teeth, revealing a hideous face, and a fierce gaze like a wolf! It's horrible!!
This is my football! It's mine!! Seeing that Gala was about to destroy the football, he kicked again, like a fierce horse trapped by a cowboy, trying to break free from any restraints.
At this time, the muscles of Lao Lei's whole body have been raised, and his face has been completely deformed, and his flushed face and violent green muscles make him like a fierce warrior in a mythical story, shocking!
In the minds of some, he is the devil at this moment!
And in the hearts of others, he is a hero at this moment! Turn the tide, a unique hero!!
Laugh at!
A crisp tearing sound announced the end of Lao Lei's jersey. All of a sudden, Lao Lei rushed out like a wild horse off the leash and an arrow off the string! Rushed out towards the football, with his burning gaze! Terrifying murderous aura!!
This ball is mine! It's mine!!
Regardless of Garra's left foot, Lao Lei stared at the splitting eyes, and made a tackle posture towards the football with fearless momentum. At the moment, all he has in his eyes is football, Gala and his left leg are nothing!
With this momentum of a decisive blow, Lao Lei took the lead in touching the football. Although, at the same time, Garra's left leg swept to his back, but he still gritted his teeth and completed the tackle completely.
Subsequently, although he did not see the football go into the net, the deafening and crazy cheers of the Portuguese fans for this broke out very clearly and quickly the result of Lao Lei, and at the same time detonated his enthusiasm, his pleasure of revenge, all his emotions! All of this burst out of his chest like a volcanic eruption, scorching! Boiling hot!! And unstoppable!!
In an instant, his brain was taken over by these things, and Godzilla reappeared in his original form! Vicious and terrifying prototype!!
Regardless of the pain in his back, he was already a little weak because of these two forced outbursts, and he didn't know where the strength came from. With both hands, he lifted off the Gala that had fallen on top of him.
Then, standing up, he roared and rushed to the stands of the French fans.
After dodging his teammates who rushed over to celebrate, he just rushed straight under the stands and roared like that, and the rest did nothing, didn't say anything, but it was enough! In front of this already dead silence of the stands, this alone is enough!
The muscles of the whole body that are still raised, the green tendons that are still bursting, the face that is still flushed, the neck that is still thickened, and the roar that is still deafening, nothing has changed, this is still the standard Godzilla roar.
And it is still facing an enemy who has fallen into dead silence.
There is not a trace of life! Any hint!!
Only a cold slice
And, roars
Roar!
Roar!!
Roar!!! (To be continued......)