heavy artillery king

Messi's talent surpasses Henry's, but talent is not his figure. Compared with the two, the thin Messi is completely blown away in front of the tall Henry.

Henry straightened his chest, easily unloaded the ball, turned his body around, and walked directly from Messi's inside line.

Messi desperately wanted to intercept Henry, but in front of Henry's thick body, he couldn't intercept at all, and the opponent dribbled the ball skillfully and quickly, and there was no chance for him to get off.

"go!"

"Thierry...

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Since his team was still rushing to kill at the last moment, the passion of the Arsenal fans naturally surged. The roar of cheers, as Henry rushed into the stadium and roared over the Stade de France, the feeling of suffocation enveloped France again. stadium.

Harvey, Deco and even Ronaldinho rushed to the left almost instinctively. They also knew that it was empty, but it was so deadly that they couldn't let it be empty. The monster had already rushed forward , I must press Henry there, start a tug of war there, and delay time.

Barcelona's defense line was extremely compressed, and Arsenal was also moving quietly, but it was a rapid change. Henry waded five or six meters. From the beginning to the end, he did not go inside, but returned to the position where he just debuted , winger.

"Snap!" Seeing that Barcelona's midfielders are rushing towards him, it's time. Henry directly made a strong long pass, and the ball swept across the half court and flew towards the left side of Barcelona's penalty area.

"Dennis, Dennis! Thierry found Dennis! A tacit cooperation, a tacit cooperation." No

"Barcelona can't let Dennis catch the ball in that position, can't let him catch it, it's too dangerous!"

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The commentators who were still waiting for the overtime game widened their eyes.They did not expect Arsenal's attack to be so sharp this time.Not through midfield at all.A direct long pass sent the ball to Bergkamp who had just played. In the penalty area, that was a position where one hit could be hit. Arsenal's last attack seemed to have the possibility of a lore, and the storm was about to come.'Don't let him catch' yelled the anxious Barcelona commentator.

But he is only a commentator for Barcelona, ​​not a player, and his words are simply not there.Even for Barcelona's players, most of the decisions on the ball rest at Bergkamp's feet.

Pulling, pulling, squeezing... Bergkamp has already started to act at the moment Henry passed the ball. Although the famous player is dying, Bergkamp has never let up this season, because he knows that as long as Arsenal needs him, He has to play, and he has to do his best without letting himself have any regrets.

Bergkamp-style possession of the ball.

Bergkamp did not compete for the top jump.Instead, let the ball fly down, before Iniesta.With a light jump, he stretched out a long leg, and in the air, Bergkamp hooked lightly on the outside of his toes.

With just such a hook, Bergkamp not only controlled the ball, but also changed the trajectory of the ball, turned around on the ground, and retracted his toes again. The ball was perfectly held under his feet, shaking Iniesta's Defensively, flash an angle.

As Bergkamp's double former teammate, Van Bronckhorst is too familiar with Bergkamp's movements. Seeing the stretch of Bergkamp jumping in the air, he knows that Iniesta can't prevent him at all. As a result, he jumped towards Bergkamp almost at the first blow. Sure enough, Iniesta's movements were completely in the rhythm of Bergkamp. , leaving a huge hole.

Bergkamp pressed Iniesta, but did not choose to continue to press in. He just needed to send the ball, sending a nanny cross.

empty!

Although the entire Barcelona team rushed to the penalty area, they vacated the area outside the penalty area.

Oleg's end and Henry's possession of the ball on the left forced Xavi and Deco to turn their attention here, and Van Bronckhorst also came to defend Bergkamp, ​​Barcelona's goal also missed come out. [

A figure has already appeared there.

"Xiao!!!"

“Barcelona is over!!!”

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At this time, there is still such a strong physical fitness and such a strong passion, only Xiao Ge.

Since Bergkamp came on the field, what Arsenal wanted was not overtime at all, but the championship. When Wenger replaced him, he was arranging the last attack. He was betting, a shocking bet.

Fortunately, the old man made the right bet. The opponent would not choose to control the ball in the last tens of seconds under the crazy pressure of his players. Wenger, who was standing on the sidelines, smiled when he saw Xiao Ge arriving as expected. With such a smug smile, he knew he had won the bet.

No one thought that Arsenal could have such calculations in the last tens of seconds, let alone that Xiao Ge had such a strong sense of presence, everywhere, it was him again.

A white shadow appeared in front of the camera, and the gauze-wearing leg faced the ball.

Although Xiao Ge made a detour from the left to the center, Bergkamp's delivery was quite perfect. He caught up with Xiao Ge's pace, pulled his right foot, turned his body, and faced the goal.

With the gap and the angle, Xiao Ge stared at Bai Ying with deep eyes, revealing a craziness and strong desire to conquer. This season, the left foot that contained more powerful power was lifted up rapidly, and the hem hem quickly.

"Bang!"

There is no skill, only strength, a naked sense of conquest, pulling the ball, hitting the goal, all in one go, completely releasing Xiao Ge's absolutely miraculous perversion.

There was no spin, a huge power boost, and the ball even shot to Valdez with a whistling sound.

'Ready, ready. '

Flying in the air, Valdez, who stretched his body as much as possible, was praying like a sutra, even though the ball was already in front of him when he focused his eyes again.

"Shua!!!!!!"

The silent Stade de France could be heard clearly for an instant, and everything froze in an instant. At this moment, the entire Stade de France seemed to be hit by Xiao Ge's rapid bullet, and several pairs of eyes appeared as a kind of overriding Everything was empty, only the crisp voice echoed.

No surprises.Normal knock.Normal saves.It's just that this normal save failed to beat that normal goal, it's as simple as that, extremely ordinary.

'Last, last ball, just, that's it.Yes, it's over, any prosperity will be flat, it's always that simple. '

"call"

Xiao Ge didn't know how big the last ball he hit was, the moment he got the ball.I only thought of shooting, a strong desire, I used my last strength, and everything ended like this, without the magnificence of the highest point, and everything returned to calm. The stadium with 8 people, the focus of the whole world, at this moment, only the silent, panting Xiao Ge silently looked at the ball that was still tearing the net, and there was a gleam of emptiness in that always 'stern' eyes.Slowly turning into an extremely distant gaze, through the field.Through the stands, out of France…. [

Xiao Ge, who had no focus, let Bergkamp fall on him, let the shadows that he couldn't see clearly press on him, and his mind also accepted what the roaring and roaring were saying.

Henry, Cesc Fabregas, Ljungberg... When everything was about to end, Xiao Ge was finally able to see them clearly, and he was one of them at this time.

"fuk, fuk, fuk!!!"

"Damn it! God thank you for sending this bastard!!!"

"Xiao, you are the fucking greatest, greatest!"

"I love you, I love you, I love you, baby!!!"

...

Finally received their message, they are still so vulgar.

"Champion, champion, Xiao, we are the champions!!!"

The noisy voices, some are always correct, Fabregas shouted excitedly with his distorted face, finally made Xiao Ge realize what goal was scored, the champion belongs to us.

"The ball is in, the ball is in! The champion, the champion is ours!!! Baby, I love you, I love you, baby!!!"

Senke completely lost control. He hugged and kissed the crying Barcelona commentator, ignoring the opponent's punches and kicks. The extreme excitement made him forget the external feeling.

This is the Arsenal fans. At the moment when Xiao Ge scored, they completely lost control and trembled. The Stade de France was trembling. Even in a solid building, they couldn't bear the "runaway" of tens of thousands of people, shouting and crying Sounds..., hugs, kisses..., Arsenal fans completely released their emotions. At that moment, they felt that they had really ascended to heaven, if hell was not too close to them.

Such as mourning, desolate crying, and desperate sadness solidified on the faces of Barcelona fans. In just 45 seconds, everything was over and everything was taken away. They felt that they were standing naked in the cold and windy night, glowing. The cold dark hell.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!!" "The champion, the champion is ours, it is ours!!!"

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At that moment, seven or eight hungry wolves rushed out of Arsenal's bench and let out a roar. If there was not a trace of sanity left, these excited players and staff would definitely rush into the field crazily.Celebrating with fists, hugging, jumping..., various ways of celebrating, the same champion is ours! ! !

There was a click, not panic, but an indifferent release. Wenger, who had clenched his fists, relaxed in an instant.

"Score, goal, hehe." Wenger was dumbfounded, with a silly smile, his blood was completely released when Xiao Ge scored the goal before, and now there is only the detachment of the peak, Now that the tactic was arranged, he believed that Xiao Ge could enter.

It really made it in, the championship was won, Wenger was like a child holding a huge sugar bucket, giggling happily, that was the highest satisfaction.

Holding his head and letting out a long breath, Rijkaard, who had completely failed, suddenly looked up and looked at the starry sky, feeling a little unwilling. In this game, he had no chance to use forward tactics. Messi, Ronaldinho, Ha Wei, Iniesta, Deco, with a talented midfielder, but failed to release it perfectly, Rijkaard is somewhat regretful, regretting that he has no time.

But in regret, there is another kind of relief. Rijkaard already felt the end of time, and a kind of relief followed. Although he didn't want to admit it, Rijkaard knew that he was completely conquered by that man. Powerful makes manpower.

Suffering, this game is absolutely tormenting for the two head coaches, but Rijkaard is extremely painful, four goals, each grain is like a naked knife piercing his chest yyng, that It was a pain of struggling, and the last knife cost her own life, because of that man.

"Xiao..."

ps: Thank you for the amazing reward, thank you. (to be continued...)