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

Ronaldo kept his word. Just 1 minute later, he dribbled the ball past Abate and created a free kick opportunity in the frontcourt.

Unfortunately, Ronaldo was too excited this time and failed to control the timing of the ball's fall, sliding out slightly.

"Tui!"

The King of Real Madrid spat in frustration, turned around and retreated to the backcourt, but inevitably met Su Changwei again:
"You can't score in open games now? You can only rely on set pieces to threaten our substitute goalkeeper?"

Ronaldo jumped up in anger:
"If you dare to say nonsense again, don't force me to hit someone!"

Su Changwei spread his hands very ruthlessly:

"I'm just talking nonsense, do you dare to do it?"

Ronaldo rolled up his sleeves:
"Do you think I really dare not beat you? After all, you have only been my teammate for half a year, and I have no psychological burden to beat you!"

Seeing the two old teammates quarreling, Kaka had no choice but to mediate:

"Are you two still children?"

"Shalawi and Di Maria have already started one-on-one!"

As soon as this was mentioned, Ronaldo and Su Changwei immediately stopped their quarrel, and turned their heads to look at the other side at the same time!
I saw Di Maria swaying from side to side as if he was drunk, but the ball at his feet was not deflected at all. Shalawi couldn't keep up with his genius rhythm, so he could only stretch his legs from the side and back, tripping him up!

"drop!"

His foul was too obvious, and the referee Kaushoy did not hesitate to take out the yellow card.

Seeing his team's third free kick opportunity, Cristiano Ronaldo was not in the mood to continue arguing with others. He quickly rushed over and took a deep breath before shooting an elevator ball into the air!

But there was only a "bang" sound, and Kaka, who was standing in the crowd, fell to the line of the penalty area with his head raised to the sky!
He was hit hard on the forehead by the football kicked by Ronaldo with all his strength!

"...I ride on a horse...!"

Ronaldo's eyes were split and he rushed to Kaka.

As soon as he took hold of Kaka's left hand, he heard this old teammate who cherished each other say:
"Awei, don't worry, I'm fine..."

Ronaldo's body trembled, and his whole body froze in place like a sculpture.

His heart was empty, as if a piece had been severely dug out by someone!
Su Changwei, who arrived later, suddenly heard a fierce siren in his mind:
【Beep beep beep~~~】

[Cristiano Ronaldo: Friendliness has reached its lowest point! 】

[Ronaldo Ronaldo: Has become a permanent enemy! 】

Su Changwei first glanced at Cristiano Ronaldo, who looked indifferent, and then glanced at Kaka, who was lying on the ground with stars in his eyes, and suddenly felt baffled:
[Kaka was knocked down by your kick!Why should you blame me? 】

Ronaldo let go of Kaka's hand and stood up slowly.

In the bleak night wind of San Siro, his figure was particularly deserted.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, as if he felt endless loneliness.

At this moment, he had a great enlightenment!

Endless power surged in my heart:

[This world...is originally like this! 】

【The only one you can trust is yourself! 】

[As long as I am strong enough, I don’t need any friends or feelings! 】

[I am a ruthless scoring machine! 】
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I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ronaldo in Su Changwei's eyes suddenly became a little strange.

"Chris, don't be so straight-faced!"

He tried to provoke the other party with words, but the expression of Real Madrid No. 7 was unmoved:
"Am I familiar with you, Mr. Su?"

The corner of Su Changwei's mouth twitched, and he saw Ronaldo slapping his heel while confronting him with words, completing a pass!

Higuain moved forward alertly and flew ahead of Zapata to shoot, but unfortunately he shoveled the ball into Amelia's arms!
Amelia, who was still in shock, didn't have to gasp for breath, rounded her arms and launched a counterattack!
After receiving the hand-thrown ball, Kaka did a Marseille spin on the spot and took the ball across the center circle and directly into the opponent's heart!
Su Changwei didn't care about confronting Ronaldo and accelerated to chase him from the right!

Alonso and Khedira formed a flanking attack on Kaká, and he could only distribute the ball to the right!

"Good pass!"

Su Changwei sighed in admiration and stretched out his foot to grab the ball!
Coentrao, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly moved closer to the wing.

"Suffer to death!"

Before Su Changwei was ready to get past him, he heard a gust of wind behind his ears, and the white number 7 rushed towards him!

After all, he has top explosive power. Ronaldo without the ball is still one step faster than Su Changwei with the ball.

He arrived late and successfully overtook Su Changwei, and he could stop the advance in the next step!
But Su Changwei moved the ball to the left with his right foot in the flash of lightning, dodging Ronaldo's spinning interception!

Ronaldo rushed too hard and stumbled!
[Brother Chris, your efforts will not be in vain! 】

【Next, leave it to me! 】

Coentraan roared in his heart, and then rushed over from the side!
But as soon as his left foot swept over, Su Changwei turned the ball rolling horizontally into a vertical ball under almost impossible circumstances!
Su Changwei used his feet to complete a reverse "Z" pass!

A more vivid description is that he drew a big "_|￣" on the turf on the right!
Coentrao and Cristiano Ronaldo, two Portuguese stars, fell to the ground one on the left and the other on the right!

Su Changwei passed the ball and strode straight into the penalty area!

There is only one Pepe standing between him and the goalkeeper!
"Awei, I won't let you go!" Monk Pei roared, boosting his fighting spirit, and at the same time, he flew directly from the middle with a fierce shovel!

"laugh!!!"

The turf on the line of Real Madrid's penalty area was about to spark when he rubbed it!
To deal with this muscular defender, Su Changwei didn't need any feints at all, just passed the ball by himself, and shook Master Pei completely!

Varane could only grit his teeth and throw a flying shovel, trying to block Su Changwei's shooting route, but he didn't expect that Su Changwei, who had passed the three of them in one go, was not going to solve the battle by himself.

Facing Varane and Lopez, he selflessly chose to hit the ball horizontally. Boateng, who was unguarded, only had to stretch out one foot and push the ball gently into the empty goal!
"Shh~~~"

Boateng, who was only five meters away from the goal line, clearly heard the sound of the football rolling into the net!

4: 1!

"Have I scored twice?!"

He knelt directly in front of Su Changwei and picked up his smelly feet!

Others' celebration would be to wipe his teammate's boots at most, but he just pouted and kissed him without hesitation!
Boateng, who finished kissing his stinky feet, laughed loudly:
"This flatbread is so delicious!"

Shalawi, 30 meters away, was shocked:

[Kevin, Kevin, I thought you were a real man who wouldn’t give up for five buckets of rice, but I didn’t expect you to be so greedy for fame and fortune! 】

[For a mere goal, you actually kissed Ah Wei’s stinky feet! 】
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"Gooooooooooool~~~~"

On Italian national television, AC Milan's official commentator Crudelli shouted wildly. He was nearly seventy years old and did not care about his white hair.

"It's Awe again, it's Awe again! He used a long-distance run worthy of being recorded in the history of football to smash Real Madrid's three lines of defense!"

"Kevin Prince Boateng! I really envy him!"

"He is definitely the easiest striker in the world to score goals!"

"Aha, he knelt down and kissed Awei's boots and my sense of Africans changed!"

"It turns out that Africans also repay their kindness!"
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"Fuck, 屮, cao, cao, cao!"

Mourinho on the sidelines has used several curse words in succession.

He is proficient in eight languages, and his vocabulary is richer than that of Su Changwei's national team teammate Qin Sheng.

But at this moment, no words could express the anger and helplessness in his heart!
In the previous defense, Cristiano Ronaldo sprinted 50 meters to defend. Coentrao also aimed at the opponent's ankle. Pepe even tried to make a tackle with a red card and a penalty kick, and Varane almost hit him. The door frame... He didn't know who to blame!
His assistant, Faria, gritted his teeth and completed the adjustment for him:

"Luka, Xavi, you all go help the defense on the left!"

Modric and Alonso looked at each other and saw the solemn expression in each other's eyes:
[If we can no longer curb Su Changwei’s performance, we will collapse! 】
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Ronaldo, Coentrao, Modric, Alonso.

Looking at the four generals in front of him, Su Changwei couldn't help but swallow.

If he could rush forward with the ball, he wouldn't be too afraid of this defensive method that relied on mass accumulation, but now he was surrounded before he even touched the ball!

Without room to speed up, there was no way he could crack it!
"Huh...where are you going to run?"

Ronaldo exhaled, his eyes full of ferocious colors.

Su Changwei shrugged his shoulders and raised his chin outward:
"I'm really happy that you value me so much!"

"But leave my teammates alone, is that really good?"

Alonso and Modric's expressions changed at the same time!
They turned and looked behind them, only to see Shaarawi failed to force Ramos and then passed back helplessly. Muntari passed the ball straight to the middle. Kaka was still 35 meters away from the goal, and he directly drew his bow and arrow!

Khedira, Pepe and Varane had no time to interfere and could only watch as he took out a very high-quality long-distance shot!

"Whoo~~~"

The ball roared into the penalty area, and Diego Lopez flew sideways, but he was still a step too slow!
5: 1!

The Son of San Siro scored twice!

Kaka couldn't restrain his emotions and took off his jersey!
Although Real Madrid is his old club, this is San Siro!
The white T-shirt inside has the four lines of large characters:

"I
belong
That's it
Jesus! "

The galaxy battleship is crumbling!

Sitting on the bench, Casillas, the first captain of Real Madrid, bowed his head silently.

For the first time, he wanted to thank the head coach:

[Thank you, José, for not letting me start! 】

[The next game is at the Bernabeu, let Lopez continue to start! 】

[I don’t want to be a backdrop! 】

Marcelo, the third captain in Madrid, raised his arms excitedly:
"Mourinho, you can get out!"

"Coentram, he can't do it at all!"

"If you want to deal with Ah Wei, I am the only one who can be trusted!"

"Although I can't guard against him, he can't guard against me either!" (End of this chapter)