The top prediction at the start, I am the third ball king

Chapter 118 Winning the King's Cup

Llorente scored with a corner kick, bringing the suspense of the game back to the field.

After the game restarted, the competition on the field became more intense, and scenes of people turning their backs on their backs appeared frequently.

Santa Málaga turned back into small traders, haggling over every inch of turf with Athletic Bilbao.

This conceded goal let San Malaga know that it is impossible to be beaten passively, and it is best to kill the opponent's offense in the cradle.

"Santa Malaga!"

"Santa Malaga!"

"Athletic Bilbao!"

"Athletic Bilbao!"

Cheering sound one after another!
The game has reached the most critical moment, and the hard-working players on the field need their support.

In the 404th minute of the second half, Miguel kicked a goal kick forward.

The football flew towards the right side of the front field.

Li Chuanqi ran towards the first landing point. Amorebieta didn't give him a chance to compete for the top, and directly headed the football back to the San Malaga half.

Pablo quickly took two steps forward and jumped up, unloading the football.

Perhaps the frontcourt players of Athletic Bilbao were too tired. This time after he got the ball, no one stepped forward to press.

The captain of Santa Malaga felt relieved, and he was finally able to counterattack with a long pass!
After making slight adjustments, Pablo made a long pass, and the football flew in front of Li Chuanqi!

The atmosphere of the stadium became warmer!
This is the most commonly used and most effective offensive method in Santa Malaga!
Li Chuanqi knocked off the hand that was about to grab his jersey, and shook off Elora, who was back on defense, and ran towards the first goal of the football like a bolt of lightning!

Athletic Bilbao central defender Amorebieta immediately made a replacement.

While running towards the football, Li Chuanqi quickly turned his head to observe the situation in the middle.

Liag was squeezing the last energy of his body, gritted his teeth and quickly followed up in the middle.

At a distance of two meters from where the football landed, Li Chuanqi jumped up, stretched out his left foot, and unloaded the football steadily.

Just stopped the ball, Amorebieta was already in place to supplement the defense.

Li Chuanqi didn't panic, he raised his center of gravity slightly, took a deep breath, and the outside of his left foot touched the right side of the football to push the football to the left.

On the way of pushing, the left foot is like a lover's hand, gently brushing over the football, to the left side of the football, and then quickly pulling it to the right, and then pushing the football forward with the right foot!
Amorebieta's center of gravity obviously did not keep up with the change of Li Chuanqi's left foot. When he shifted his center of gravity to his left again, Li Chuanqi had already passed in front of him on the left side!
Li Chuanqi followed closely and forced a cross to the middle!

Liag, who followed up in the middle, quickly took a step forward, stuck Ekisaka behind him, and raised his right foot to shoot directly!
At this moment, a red and white figure came quickly from his right side against the turf!

This is Athletic Bilbao left-back Elora!

Liag's outstretched right foot slowed down noticeably.

If he wanted to forcefully complete the shot, the gleaming spikes would definitely kick his right foot hard.

In the blink of an eye, Elora shoveled the football with her right foot, and the football changed direction and flew towards the lower right corner of the goal!
This scene caught the goalkeeper Ilyosos off guard. He could only watch the football roll past his left side and fly into the net against the inside of the post!

Nima, what happened?
This is an own goal...

Athletic Bilbao listened to the whistle of the referee's effective goal, and wailed in the bottom of his heart...

On the contrary, Santa Malaga was very pleasantly surprised, and huge cheers sounded from the stands.

The commentator of Malaga TV said excitedly: "Own goal! The goal is scored! It is scored! It is scored! It is scored!..."

"Three to one! With Elora's own goal, Santa Malaga once again extended the lead to two goals!"

"It was a quick counterattack by captain Pablo with a long pass, and he found Lee in the frontcourt with precision!

After Li parked the football, he got rid of Amorebieta's defense and sent the football to the middle!

Liag, who followed up in the middle, was about to shoot directly, and Elora, who was eager to resolve the crisis, made a mistake in his hurry and shoveled the football into the goal! "

The Bilbao TV commentator said painfully: "This own goal is a heavy blow to Athletic Bilbao..."

Santa Malaga players excitedly hug each other.

Elora, who was lying on the turf, covered her face with her hands, feeling ashamed.

The Athletic Bilbao bench fell into deathly silence after suffering.

Sitting in the stands, Bielsa closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily.

No one knows how he feels at the moment.

The reporters on the sidelines looked at each other, Nima, this is fine, the score is approaching, San Malaga can't score, Athletic Bilbao will come to an own goal?

"Santa Malaga is indeed a team favored by the goddess of luck. When Llorente scored a header, she took a nap. Woke up to check the score, it's not right, how can this work, it must..."

"Then let Athletic Bilbao have an own goal!"

A reporter laughed.

"Two goals, only a few minutes left in the game, and San Malaga basically sealed the victory."

……

After the game restarted, halftime offensive and defensive drills were staged again. Under the command of Antonio, San Malaga changed its defensive strategy-destructive defense.

They no longer seek to steal the football down, but to destroy it from the touchline whenever they can.

Athletic Bilbao's attack became fragmented.

The fourth official came to the side of the court and held up a sign - 4 minutes of stoppage time!

The commentator of Bilbao TV said helplessly: "The time left for Athletic Bilbao is running out, but they haven't found a way to break the dense defense. This is a very desperate thing."

The commentator of Malaga TV said loudly: "As long as San Malaga persists in the last 4 minutes, they will win the Copa del Rey this season!

This would be an unprecedented feat!

Their names will be recorded in Spanish football history!

Come on, Santa Malaga! "

On the court, San Malaga almost returned to the defense, and even Li Chuanqi returned to his own half.

In the 3rd minute of stoppage time, the desperate Athletic Bilbao played an exquisite cooperation on the right, tearing through San Malaga's defense in one fell swoop.

Full-back Eguiza made a cross and the football flew into the penalty area!
Chaos in the San Malaga penalty area, pulling, shoving...

Llorente and Barris Addo, who was marking him, jumped up!

The next moment, the ball hit Llorente's forehead and Barris Addo's outstretched left arm.

"Handball! Handball!"

Athletic Bilbao players shouted at the referee.

"Tick!..."

At the same time, the referee blew his whistle and pointed his left hand firmly to the penalty spot!
Barris Addo excitedly argued to the referee that it was an unintentional handball, and his left arm was not actively playing the ball.

Of course, this kind of appeal is useless. The referee chased him away like a fly and made his own judgment firm.

The Malaga TV commentator looked at the time and said: "San Malaga don't need to be so excited. After all, the game is about to end. Even if Athletic Bilbao scores a penalty kick, they are still in the lead."

The Bilbao TV commentator said loudly: "If this penalty kick is scored, will there be a miracle?"

Llorente quickly puts the football on the penalty spot.

Time is now their worst enemy.

"Tick!..."

The referee whistled, and the Calderon Stadium became noisy, and the San Malaga supporters tried to launch noise tactics.

Llorente took a deep breath and ran slowly towards the football.

"Snapped!……"

With a crisp sound, the football flew towards the right side of the goal, while MiG flew towards the left side of the goal.

Without incident, the football flew into the net.

When the referee sounded the whistle that the goal was valid, Llorente didn't do any celebration. He quickly ran to the goal net to pick up the football and ran towards the middle circle.

The Bilbao TV commentator shouted: "Llorente scored a penalty kick and scored twice!"

"Now the score has become two to three, and Athletic Bilbao has narrowed the gap. Will a miracle happen?"

"But... this goal came too late, there was too little time left for Athletic Bilbao..."

The commentator of the Malaga TV station said loudly: "It is now 4 minutes of stoppage time, and the referee may blow the whistle to end the game at any time, so this conceded goal is nothing!"

"Santa Malaga will not give Athletic Bilbao the chance to perform miracles!"

The fans sitting in front of the TV always felt a little weird when they heard this.

A D division team won't give a top league team the chance to do wonders? !
Under normal circumstances, this should be the other way around.

……

Calderon Stadium, San Malaga players are not depressed, they encourage each other.

And the Athletic Bilbao players who narrowed the point difference looked at the time on the huge electronic display, and a look of despair flashed in their eyes.

This goal came too late...

"Tick!..."

The game restarted, Liag moved the football to the backcourt, and Athletic Bilbao's frontcourt players flooded the half-court like a tide.

However, at this moment, the referee put the whistle in his mouth.

"Tick! Tick! Tick!..."

Two short whistles and one long whistle sounded!

The commentator of Malaga TV excitedly grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly: "The game is over! Three to two! San Malaga defeated Athletic Bilbao! They won the Copa del Rey champion!"

"Santa Malaga is the champion!"

"Santa Malaga is the champion!"

"Santa Malaga is the champion!"

"what!……"

The commentator of Bilbao TV said regretfully: "The game is over, Llorente's penalty kick failed to save Athletic Bilbao, they narrowly lost at the foot of San Malaga, and missed the best chance to win the championship in 28 years ..."

The whistle at the end of the game is the charge, and the San Malaga bench is like crazy, howling and rushing into the field...

On the court, Liag screamed with his back to the sky, and countless tears of happiness spewed out.

Who said that men don't cry, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Li Xiaofeng and Yaiza, two little girls in the stands, waved their fists excitedly, and cheered along with the Santa Malaga supporters around them.

Looking at the excited eldest son beside him, Li Xianqi asked strangely: "Boss, when you received the admission letter from the University of Malaga, you weren't so excited. Today..."

After taking a deep breath, Li Chuanrui said to his father, "Dad, you don't know what this championship means."

"You don't know that many professional players can't win this championship in their entire lives!"

"Look at the opponents tonight. They have been waiting for 28 years...tonight they still can't get what they want! Many of their players squatted on the grass and cried..."

(End of this chapter)