"Come on, Kaku!"
Lukaku, who rarely starts a game, knew when he saw Lin Mo passing the ball that his brother was creating opportunities for himself!
"He promised me! Yes, he promised me!"
Lukaku gritted his teeth, his body speed became faster and faster, and he was restrained in The "shackles" on his shoulders and waist seemed to be unable to stop him.
"Lin Mo promised me, but... I also promised him!"
The scene returned to the bar that day, Lukaku drunkenly put his hand on Lin Mo Putting his other hand on Kaiya's shoulder, he let the young couple take him to Erica's car.
"Lin Mo, as long as you pass the ball, Kaku, I will definitely catch it, no matter what time!"
He pointed at Lin Mo and repeated word for word: "No matter what When! ”
Then
it’s now!
"Uh-huh!"
With a muffled groan, Militao could no longer hold on to the rhinoceros-like Lukaku, and fell to the ground again.
And behind him is Real Madrid's penalty area!
Single sword!
Suddenly single-handedly!
Zidane almost strangled himself to death with his hands on his chest on the sidelines!
Until Lukaku dribbled the ball into the penalty area, he didn't understand how the ball turned directly from the center into a single shot.
Facing the attacking Courtois, Lukaku, who is also a Belgian, naturally understood it very clearly. A standard [Rhinoceros Change of Direction], Lukaku opened enough space and then waited. Real Madrid players returned to defense and scored directly with a push shot.
"Wha—!"
In the huge Bernabeu, only a small group of Red Devils fans cheered heartily. 4-1, they looked like they were going to the finals.
After scoring, Lukaku pointed at Lin Mo and rushed to the sideline.
Put your left hand in front of your lips to make a silent sound, and salute with your right hand:
Those who question me, please shut up, and those who appreciate me, please follow me!
After scoring an almost winning goal in the Champions League semi-finals, Lukaku is remembered by most wealthy clubs.
What's more, this ball is so... violent!
It was a perfect embodiment of the strength and speed of a center. There is no better advertisement than this goal.
But Mourinho could clearly see that Lin Mo was playing ball for Lukaku.
An opportunity that was not a chance. The direction of the football was towards Lukaku's side. Militao could have blocked it with his body under normal circumstances.
Lin Mo... was betting that Lukaku could hit him!
"Perhaps, we shouldn't let him go? Manchester United has Lin Mo and Cristiano Ronaldo, so they really need a tactical center."
Ke MuRinho quickly put the idea behind him, it was not wishful thinking on his part.
He understands Lukaku, who is also a player with ideals and core dreams.
No one is born to be a green leaf.
What's more, on this stage of the Champions League semi-finals, even the players on the bench.
They are most likely from the [Emperor Star] of some country, the absolute number one brother.
Not to mention the starting players on the court.
"You're fucking in the limelight, Kaku!"
"That's right, that guy Militang's face turned black. How on earth did you do it?"
"Fuck! Fuck! I envy you so much. You're so handsome now. What's that? A shoulder collision?"
Teammates gathered around Lukaku, all talking. Talking.
But Lukaku just smiled and waited for Lin Mo to come over and hugged him: "I said, I will catch him."
Lin Mo naturally understood him What does it mean? He also hugged Lukaku tightly: "That's right, I have always believed you can do it."
The Real Madrid players in the distance were obviously divided into two groups at this time. Benzema Spreading his hands, he didn't understand why the defense was torn apart so easily.
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There is nothing sublime about Manchester United's offense. There is no Barcelona-style short pass advancement, nor Manchester City-style passing and control, or even Atletico Madrid-style counterattack.
But Manchester United made two routine attacks and directly penetrated Real Madrid's goal.
Not only did he not understand, but Vinicius, who had changed a lot, finally couldn't help but spread his hands. He was so... frustrated.
On the other hand, Cross, Modric and Casemiro stood there chatting.
"Personal, right?" Cross shook his head and said helplessly.
Modric thought for a while and looked at Casemiro: "Kami, you go up first, don't let Lin Mo catch the ball, he can't keep up physically, I'll go up second, Tony you The third one."
Casemiro scratched his face, his clear eyes finally showing some anger at this moment. He looked at the people celebrating at Manchester United and nodded: "That's all it can do. ”
At this time, many jubilant Manchester United fans started celebrating directly.
Those who drank too much drank too much, and those who had to hand in their homework handed in their homework. There were also many domestic fans, looking at the clock at 3:40 in the morning, contentedly turning off the screen and going to sleep.
But just after they left, the situation on the field changed.
This kind of spontaneous change starting from the players is even better than what the head coach might have thought of on the sidelines!
When it comes to presence, nothing beats the brains of the core players on the field.
After the game restarted, Real Madrid quickly took the initiative on the field.
This change seemed to be Manchester United's conservatism after taking a 4-1 lead, but as time passed, many people began to feel that something was wrong.
In the 39th minute of the game
Benzema finally turned and hit the goal in the penalty area, although the football missed the post.
But this is also a good start!
But something happened in the game where the ball was supposed to be transferred. Maguire had just received a short pass from De Gea. When he turned around, except for Kante, he couldn't find Lin Mo. ?
In desperation, he handed the ball to Kanter, hoping that the opponent would advance with the ball and find Lin Mo.
But the next moment, Cross suddenly appeared behind Kanter and almost intercepted the ball.
Unable to get rid of it, Kanter quickly passed the ball back to Maguire, but Benzema also pounced at this time.
Oops!
This is the Knife Mountain Ball!
Real Madrid's sudden high pressure and man-to-man marking left Maguire at a loss.
Constantly dribbling at his feet, he tried to get rid of Benzema, but the opponent followed very closely, and Vinicius on the right also showed signs of coming up.
"Harry!"
A familiar voice sounded, and Maguire instinctively passed the ball back to De Gea.
But the next second
The Red Devils fans stopped breathing. They opened their mouths and closed their tracheas. An unknown figure appeared on Maguire's passing route. The man who should appear:
Bell!
If you want to talk about Wan-Bissaka's one-on-one ability, it is definitely top-notch in the Premier League. Even in the five major leagues, he has a place.
But the ability to mark people...
Watching Bell appear out of nowhere and intercept the football on the line of the penalty area.
Maguire felt like his heart was about to skip a beat.
One step, two steps, when Bale brought the ball into the penalty area and hit the goal as he had done countless times at the Bernabeu.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, then shrunk and turned into a black light and flashed in front of Bell.
When he stood up again, the great sage in white was really flying.
But football appeared at the feet of this black shadow.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes clear but shining:
My name is Kanter, Kanter who can’t get through!
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