Stop the ball ten meters away, the goal depends on Meng

Chapter 197 Can't even stop the ball so simple?
Yesterday I was drunk and wrote about it. Boateng and Acerbi received red cards when they played Barcelona. This game should not appear in the squad.
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"It's kind of bad!"

Paris coach Ancelotti couldn't help frowning.

For this game, he has made meticulous preparations, but after only playing for about 30 minutes at the beginning, Paris fell behind by two goals at home, and the situation still exceeded his expectations.

His assistant coach, his own son, Davide Ancelotti, offered advice:

"Do you want to... think about changing people in advance?"

An Fat glared at him:
"Who to change? How to change?"

The father and son were thinking hard, and the situation on the field was tense again.

Su Changwei retreated to the middle, cooperated with Montolivo to stop Lavezzi from advancing, and then found Drogba with a cross.

World of Warcraft overcame Silva's confrontation this time and successfully gave the ball to Kaka outside the penalty area. The latter made some adjustments and then shot from the far corner. Unfortunately, he was a little unlucky and the ball hit the crossbar and popped out of the baseline.

"Sigh~"

Ancelotti gasped.

He looked at Kaka, who regretted letting go, feeling both fortunate and relieved that he survived the catastrophe.

After all, Kaka is Mr. Golden Ball trained by him personally, and he certainly doesn't want the Brazilians to sink too early!
But... If the price is to face his own team and kill the Quartet, Ancelotti's mood becomes complicated again!
In the 36th minute, Shalawi launched an attack from the left. Yalai and Alex jointly blocked the path of the breakthrough. Little Pharaoh could only choose a cross pass.

Kaka, who received the ball in the middle, sent a sharp through ball without making any adjustments, directly piercing the Parisian defense. Su Changwei broke into the penalty area from the right wing with a tacit understanding, and shot the far corner before Silva made up for it!
Sirigu subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and unexpectedly touched the football almost dangerously, and completed the rescue on the goal line!

"Damn it! Isn't your luck too bad?"

Seeing that he had increased to a lucky value of 21 points due to his assists and making points, Su Changwei couldn't help complaining.

If he was lucky, Silva would take the initiative to kick the ball into the goal even if he didn't shoot on target in the attack just now!

Kaka has already scored twice, but he has only scored one assist. Su Changwei, who will be stronger in his life, suddenly wants to activate another feature [Brazil choose one from three]!
But considering that the first half was almost over and the score was leading again, he decided to live frugally.

So Su Changwei comforted himself:
[Brother Kazi has only started his first game in the Champions League this season, and he even gave me a penalty kick before, so I can’t steal his limelight! 】
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Greater Paris is not blindly beaten. With such a luxurious offensive lineup, they certainly created a lot of opportunities.

In the 41st minute, Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Lavitch hit the wall to cooperate, and the Argentine cut in to form a shot. Unfortunately, his luck was not much different from that of Su Changwei, and the football slid out of the goal.

Three minutes later, Lucas was brought down by Muntari when he broke through, and the home team won a good set-piece opportunity for the home team.

Beckham stood at the penalty spot without hesitation, and swung his right foot to form an iconic Beckham arc!

However, his physical fitness is obviously not as good as it was at his peak. Although this free kick was curved, it was not strong enough, and it was firmly confiscated by Abbiati!
Abbiati looked at the frontcourt, and directly drove towards the opponent's half with a big kick!

Shalawi and Su Changwei fired both arrows from the left and the right, and the two full-backs of Paris-Yalai and Maxwell pursued closely.

But the two uncles in Paris are both over [-] years old. Competing with young people for speed, they are already at a disadvantage!

Abbiati flew nearly 60 meters away with this big kick, and by the time Su Changwei caught up with the ball, he had already reached the top of the home team's penalty area!

[This is the moment! 】

Maxwell's eyes lit up.

With rich experience, he finally waited for the time to step down!
[Judging from the video provided by the coach, this kid's footwork skills are not particularly delicate. If he wants to stop the ball while sprinting at high speed, he will definitely slow down...]

Maxwell cheered up and stared at Su Changwei's right foot without blinking. As long as he finished unloading the ball, he could make a sliding shovel from the side and rear!
Su Changwei raised his right foot, ready to steadily unload the ball flying from the side and rear.

Seeing the moment when the football made contact with the upper, Maxwell kicked his feet hard, and his whole body slid out like a sharp arrow!

He has already predicted the next plot, Su Changwei will be surprised, and himself, will prevent the team from falling further behind, and become the hero of the Parc des Princes!

But in the next second, Su Changwei's body suddenly staggered, and the football, which was expected to lightly stop on the ground, rebounded into the air again!
"Fuck!"

Su Changwei couldn't help but swear, and even dumped the blame on his teammates immediately:

"Abate, you screwed me to death!"

[Such a simple high-speed sprint stop, can't you even do it? ! 】

But before he finished shaking the pot, he saw two strong thighs appearing in front of him from the side and rear!

Su Changwei didn't have time to dodge, and was directly tripped by Maxwell's flying shovel!

"Ah~~~~"

Unprepared, he screamed this time ten times more than the first time!
Not to mention the fans in the stands behind the goal, even the TV audience in front of the screen can hear clearly!

The referee Michael Oliver even shivered, and hurriedly blew his whistle:
"drop!!!"

While signaling Milan's medical team to enter the field quickly, he showed a red card to the fouled Maxwell!
Flying shovel behind you, if you don't end, it's too much for heaven! -
"Red card?! Su Changwei created another penalty kick for Milan!"

He Wei's emotions just raised, but immediately returned to deep.

He stared at the screen tightly and said nervously:
"Maxwell's flying shovel is really bad, he shoveled at Su Changwei's two calves!"

Zhang Lu pursed his lips, did not echo his comment, but murmured in his heart:
【It seems, probably...Maxwell didn't want to shovel people...】

[If the football didn't bounce, it might have been a clean tackle! 】
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"I want to make a tackle! Make a tackle!"

Maxwell clasped his head in both hands, desperately explaining to the referee, hoping that he can withdraw his life, even if it is replaced by a yellow card!
Before the first half is over, the team has one less player to fight, and there is no need to play in the second half!

But Oliver was completely unmoved and insisted on pointing to the sidelines, telling him to get out of here!
The heartbroken Maxwell moved out of the arena like a walking dead, and then saw the head coach stretching out his right hand towards him.

Although Ancelotti was frowning, he still patted his disciple on the shoulder kindly:

"I saw it, you must not have done it on purpose!"

"coach!!!"

Maxwell's tears gushed out directly!

But in the next second, he heard Allegri's roar:

"You murderer!"

"Not a single good thing came out of Barcelona!"
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To be honest, Maxwell really didn't want to cripple his opponent, otherwise he could have shoveled directly at Awei's ankle instead of sweeping towards the shin guard from the side.

Although Su Changwei fell badly, he was still protected by the shin guards after all. His two calves were saved, but his knee was wiped with blood, so he could only be temporarily helped out of the field and received the team doctor's hemostasis treatment.

Kaka, who took the penalty kick for the second time, was still steady, and a strong shot pierced Sirigu's ten fingers!
3: 0!

Brother Kazi completes a hat trick!
He didn't forget to celebrate, but ran all the way to the sidelines, rushed to Su Changwei with a kneeling knee, and then hugged his dearest little comrade affectionately.

"Ugh!"

Ancelotti sighed deeply.

[I fell behind by three goals in the first half, how should I adjust during the intermission? 】

[Give the players a bowl of chicken soup? 】

[Talk about the Miracle of Istanbul, or the magical reversal of Super Laco? 】

[But...I'm talking nonsense! 】

[The background of these two earth-shattering reversals is me! 】

(End of this chapter)