Chapter 899 Torpedo

With a bang, boos broke out in the stands.

"Bad foul, Mascherano..."

Before Zhang Lu could finish his words, he was drowned out by the roar of the Spanish commentator next door.

"Despicable Best is diving again!"

Mascherano may be the best defensive midfielder in the world today, although he always played as a central defender in Barcelona.

But Mascherano is actually not very good physically. He is short, a little thin, and has mediocre confrontation ability. The reason why he can become the best defensive midfielder is because of his excellent position selection and assist defense. His ability to fill positions is also due to his ferocity.

Being teased by Sun Wu with Marseille roundabouts, Mascherano did not lose his calm, but he wanted to teach the opponent a lesson.

Therefore, when Sun Wu was kicked down by him from behind after playing the ball, but immediately jumped up, Mascherano's eyes widened, my kick is not light!

When Sun Wu glared fiercely at Mascherano who was slowly retreating, and stretched out his fingers to rush over, Mascherano did not show weakness and stepped forward to meet him.

Sun Wu knew it well, but Mascherano ignored it. The referee did not blow the whistle, and Xiao Ma knew the force with which he had just kicked his opponent down.

The next moment, noisy noises rang in his ears, and Mascherano caught a glimpse of Busquets and Iniesta speeding back from the corner of his eye.

Ma Ma made the most correct choice. He did not try to speed up the retreat, but accelerated his pace and reached out to pull Sun Wu's jersey.

Unfortunately, Sun Wu, who has a "God's perspective", was already on guard. After making a fake move to the left, he suddenly lowered his body and passed by from the right.

Then start accelerating!

The stands were boiling, Zhang Lu and Zhan Jun were shouting excitedly, but the Spanish commentator next door finally fell silent.

the reason is simple.

Before being kicked down by Mascherano, Sun Wu, who had his back facing the direction of the attack, rubbed the ball hard with his feet. The violently rotating ball flew up, and after landing, it accelerated violently... towards the Barcelona goal. Got out.

The ball just slipped away from Busquets' eyes.

He is still waiting for the referee's whistle.

The first one to react was Mane, who was pushing forward. Before he could completely slow down, he took advantage of the situation and walked the ball away.

"Favorable for offense!" Zhan Jun shouted loudly, "Mane... Mane, Pique followed and tackled..."

"The whistle was not blown... Oh oh, Griezmann has the ball!"

Pique was in very good condition today. He immediately reacted and blocked his position, then quickened his pace to keep up with Mane, and made the right tackle at the right time.

But Griezmann, who followed up, walked the ball away. Instead of going inside, he directly passed the ball forward and forced a breakthrough to follow Busquets.

Two figures ran wildly in the middle, the white figure in front desperately moving forward, while the red and black figure lagging behind occasionally tried to reach out to pull the jersey of the person in front.

Mascherano cursed in his heart, scolding the other party for being too shameless, and scolding himself for being too stupid and stupid...

And Sun Wu gritted his teeth and prayed to God not to let the guy behind him grab his clothes...

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Busquets, Griezmann simply accelerated and sent a cross for the last time. The ball flew over the head of Alves who was inward from the front point.

At this time, Sun Wu's feet had just stepped onto the penalty area line, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the ball.

Thomas Müller sprints towards the back post and Alba follows closely.

Pique had already moved into the penalty area. He looked at the flight path of the ball and breathed a sigh of relief. Thomas Muller had no chance.

But the next moment, Pique saw a white figure suddenly appear from the corner of his eye.

He pushed his feet on the ground, made wings with his hands, and flew past Pique like a glider!

He leaped forward, risking his own life, and pointed straight at the goal like a torpedo!

"boom!"

Half of Berlin's Olympiastadion was boiling, with a dark red phalanx of Manchester United fans and a small phalanx of the brightest red, with flags flying and loud shouts.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"In the 38th minute, Best equalized the score for Manchester United, 1-1. Although Manchester United did not lack opportunities, this goal was still surprising!"

"Beautiful diving shot to the top. This was a rare header from Best. Mascherano, who was stumbling behind, failed to maintain his balance and fell on Best... Oh oh oh, something happened again. !”

Sun Wu, who had completed the diving leap to the top, had his eyes wide open and his ears raised high, and he didn't even care about Mascherano lying on his back.

It wasn't until he saw the ball entering the net from Ter Stegen's arm, and until he heard the referee's whistle that the goal was valid, that Sun Wu jumped up, picked up Mascherano and threw him down.

This time, Sun Wu really didn't do it on purpose. When he forced himself to get up, Mascherano was lying on his back and shook hard... Ma fell down.

At this time, Alves and Alba stopped and blocked Sun Wu, who was about to run out to celebrate... Mane and Herrera, who ran over to celebrate together, also stopped and pushed each other away.

Zhang Lu in the commentary box was still commenting on the goal just now, "This goal was scored, it was so beautiful. Manchester United's fast break dazzled the Barcelona defense, and they couldn't keep up at all!"

The replays repeatedly replayed Sun Wu's dive and dive from various angles. Sun Wu sent the ball into the goal in the way he was least good at.

In slow motion, Sun Wu is flying in the air with his hands naturally open, his posture is elegant, and his eyes are firm. This picture is like a work from a studio.

Zhang Lu was still boasting loudly, "The key, the most important thing is Sun Wu's clever ball rubbing before, which was beyond everyone's expectations..."

Suddenly, in the live broadcast room next door, a storm of Spanish language stopped Zhang Lu.

Zhan Jun coughed twice, bumped his partner's arm with his elbow, and reminded him with his eyes...

Through the transparent glass boat, Zhang Lu grinned and looked at the chaos in Barcelona's penalty area.

Alves finally broke through to trouble Sun Wu, but Suarez stopped the Brazilian full-back.

"Don't be fooled!" Suarez shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't touch him, be careful he falls!"

Rakitic also ran over to "protect" Sun Wu, "Guys, leave it to the referee...don't touch him, don't touch him!"

Sun Wu's former teammates and friends who have practiced various diving techniques with him all have unanimous comments about him...perhaps this is the most cunning person in football.

Sun Wu twitched his lips and yelled at Herrera and Phil Jones, who stood up for him, "Don't stop me, let them come to me!"

Well, as the saying goes, people are reflected in the shadow of trees.

As soon as these words came out, Alves and Alba became quiet, and then turned to the referee.

Mortensen and Mourinho in the commentary box burst into laughter, but the former smiled purely, while the latter smiled with a hint of bitterness... The Magic Bird had suffered too many similar losses under Sun Wu.

"Phil Jones already fouled, this offense doesn't exist at all!"

This is unreasonable, it was all a few minutes ago.

"Sir, this is a football field, not a fighting arena. Do you want us to have a fight?"

Alves was threatening the referee. In fact, he had done this before. He made a fist and tried to punch the linesman.

The referee was really confused. He hesitated and communicated with the fourth official on the intercom, and then... without making any penalty, he decided that the goal was valid and urged Barcelona to take the kick-off from the center circle.

Mourinho snorted disdainfully, "The Turkish referee made a wrong decision. Next, he may not be able to control the situation."

Mortensen agrees.

Manchester United will be very dissatisfied because although the whistle was not blown to suspend the game before, Mascherano's serious foul on Sun Wu should be punished with a yellow card.

The Barcelona side will also be very dissatisfied. The lead is gone. Sun Wu threw Mascherano to the ground for such a serious foul and did not receive any punishment.

The competition is more intense, more beautiful, and more exciting.