Chapter 160

The Tottenham fans at the scene shouted hard.

They waved their momentum vigorously to cheer for the home team.

Although these two attacks did not score, they have found a familiar flavor.

Tottenham's unreasonable offense began to appear.

This is excellent news for them.

They feel that the goal is already very close.

"These two attempts were very good. Tottenham gradually found the feeling of attacking, but the problem also existed. The strikers seemed not excited. Sun Xingmin's shot was too straight. Harry Kane was also slightly suppressed. The one just now With a through ball, he would definitely be able to catch up with the old man."

Huang Jianxiang frowned and said: "I don't know if this is a hidden danger, but this is the stage of the final, and no mistakes are allowed. Tottenham's striker exposed this problem in these two attacks. If it is replaced by Ronaldo. ...."

In fact, he is quite happy to see Yi Le and Ronaldo become teammates.

One thief can give the cake, and the other thief can eat the cake.

What a match made in heaven!

Of course, the possibility of Yi Le's transfer to Real Madrid is also very small.

 …

Ronaldo also looked at Yi Le, and there was some appreciation in his eyes.

For Yi Le, Ronaldo has heard of the other party's name a long time ago, not to mention winning the Golden Boy Award last year. The whole of Europe is full of news about Yi Le.

Of course, Ronaldo didn't pay much attention to awards, his focus was strength.

Yi Le's ability in midfield is admirable, especially for a forward like Ronaldo who has transformed himself into a pie-eating type.

If Yi Le added himself, it would be like a tiger with wings added.

Unfortunately, the two are now rivals.

Of course, if Yi Le is willing to come to Real Madrid, he is also willing to negotiate with the coaching staff for Yi Le.

After all, for Ronaldo, he needs to score, and Yi Le can make him score.

And for Yi Le, he always can't hate it, maybe it's because he and Yi Le belong to the same kind of person.

He had heard before that Yi Le was a training madman.

For this kind of player, Ronaldo simply doesn't like it too much.

He himself is a fitness freak, and his teammates always complain that he takes them to exercise and imposes high-intensity training tasks on himself.

But Ronaldo was wondering, isn't it good to train it?

Therefore, he is naturally very optimistic about a like-minded stranger like Yi Le, and the strength of the other party is also so strong.

Ronaldo licked his lips. He had already decided to ask Yi Le for contact information after the game, and to have a pleasant training together during the holiday.

 …

In the corner of the South Stand, two old men sat in the neutral fan area to watch the game.

The two old men wore very ordinary clothes and didn't react much to the competition in the arena.

One of the old men was wearing a hat and sunglasses, watching the game and applauding from time to time.

The other old man was writing something with his head down, as if he was recording some data.

After a while, the old man with sunglasses said, "Marcy, how is your observation going?"

Madaloni looked up and saw that he was gray-haired, pushed the glasses on his nose, and said: "Dude, I need some time, but he is definitely an A-level midfielder, and some of his abilities have even reached the level of A+. Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious, his shooting is only B."

In football data management, there is no definition of S level, the highest level is A.

After a while, Madaloni put down his pen with a snap and said with a smile: "Totally satisfied, he's very malleable, and he's that kind of natural core!"

The old man in sunglasses seemed to trust this old man very much, and nodded with a smile: "Then let's put down our work and enjoy this Champions League final. Who do you think will win?"

"real Madrid!"

The old man in sunglasses smiled and said, "I think it's Tottenham instead. How about we take a gamble?"

"What bet?"

"I remember that there is a dry red wine from Chateau Lafite in 1787 in your wine cellar, we..."

"impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, leading an old man was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and its hair exploded.

"Mascello, I warn you, don't think about that bottle of wine! Unless you want to fight me!"

Mascello Lippi: "..."

 …

Yi Le in the arena didn't know that he was being targeted by the big players in the football world. At this time, his head was full of how to score the ball into the opponent's goal.

The game is 30 minutes.

Real Madrid launched a wing attack, Isco broke through with the ball, Tottenham full-back Kyle Walker retreated quickly, and he immediately pasted.

Isco changed direction twice in a row, but he failed to knock down and break through Kyle Walker.

Seeing that there is no way to break through, Isco only needs to kick the ball to Ronaldo in the middle. Ronaldo turns around and transfers the ball directly to Benzema.

As soon as Benzema got the ball, Verhengtong rushed over.

Benzema had no choice but to pass back to Modric.

But Modric did not choose to pass back. Instead, he pushed the ball and rolled directly into the penalty area.

Ronaldo came out from the crowd, and it was about to become a single-handed attack. Lori attacked decisively and made a fierce side attack. The ball was thrown out, and Ronaldo fell to the ground in response!

A beep whistle.

The referee ran over slowly.

"Penalty!!!"

Real Madrid fans screamed.

"Dive!!!"

Tottenham fans also did their part to roar.

Fans from both sides frantically put pressure on the referee...

Ronaldo sat on the ground. He didn't say anything, but there was a helpless wry smile on his expression, and he shook his head slightly, as if he had been violated.

The Dutch referee also hesitated a little, then pointed to Tottenham's big penalty area and blew his whistle!

"No!!!!!! You stupid pig!! This is not a penalty, this is a flop!!!" Lawrence sat in the Tottenham stands, he was going crazy.

Tottenham are already behind by one goal, and adding this penalty will be tantamount to worsening the situation.

It was their first Champions League final, it contained hope and they didn't want it to end like this.

The Tottenham fans were also shouting angrily. There were constant abuse, threats, and roars. At this moment, they felt that they were about to be blown up.

The Tottenham players immediately surrounded the referee.

The Dutch referee raised his hands slightly, closed his eyes, and said 'I don't listen! I don't listen! ’ look.

The result of the penalty has been determined. Under the desperate eyes of the Tottenham fans, Ronaldo stood in the penalty area.

He pulled up his long johns slightly, exposing his strong and powerful thigh muscles, which were tense and full of visual impact.

The referee glanced at Ronaldo and then blew his whistle.

Cristiano Ronaldo started to run up and slammed his foot.

The ball flew to the left and Lloris was right, but the shot was too powerful and too fast, and it went into the net before he could touch the ball.

Beep! ! ! !

The goal counts.

In the first half, Real Madrid led Tottenham 2:0.

 …

Cristiano! ! !

Cristiano! ! !

Cristiano! ! !

Cristiano! ! !

The Real Madrid fans at the scene were crazy with joy. They felt that the champion was beckoning to them, and they were infinitely close to the championship.

In contrast, on the other side, the Tottenham fans were quiet, they hugged their heads and showed pain on their faces.

Even the Tottenham players were a little confused. They played too passively in this game.

And can't seize the opportunity.

Are you really going to lose?

For some reason, most of the Tottenham players felt tired at this point.

It's not physical fatigue, but that kind of mental fatigue, the whole person seems to be crushed.