Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 194 Top of Europe!

"Stop!"

"Bale runs a long distance and just one shot can help Real Madrid equalize the score!"

"Qin Yun's tackle was too reckless. A slight mistake would result in a penalty kick. I'm afraid not many people would dare to put a tackle in such a dangerous position."

"AC Milan is one step closer to victory!"

"But Real Madrid will never give up!"

Qin Yun quickly got up, his scattered black hair wet from the rain and clinging to his forehead.

There was deep exhaustion in his eyes.

Is it really as simple as defending [-] million?
Coupled with the heavy rain, which intensified the physical exertion, his thighs were shaking a little, and he turned to look at the LED sign on the sidelines.

The time has come to the 59st minute.

It can be expected that it will be extremely difficult to survive the remaining time safely.

Bell was equally miserable.

Compared with his opponent, his physical energy would decline rapidly every time he exploded, and there was a vague tingling sensation in the soleus muscle behind his calf.

Turning his attention to Milan No. 13, he suddenly felt a sense of identification with Maicon.

"Real Madrid's right corner kick is still taken by Modric. Point from the back of the penalty area!"

Ronaldo jumped on the spot, seemingly trying to break through the sky.

boom!
Tomahawk header!
However, due to the interference of Qin Yun and Zapata, he was unable to fully exert his strength.

The football flew toward the goal.

Abbiati was worried about his butter hands and did not dare to hold the ball, so he could only punch it out with both fists.

"Rainy days have a great impact on the goalkeeper, and it is easy to let go. You must be careful during this time."

"Come and see two o'clock!"

"Essien grabbed it easily. Due to Arbeloa, Ramos did not dare to participate in the attack. Real Madrid's threat from set kicks was greatly reduced, and at the same time, the control rights began to be reduced!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance.

The intensity of the pressing faced by Milan players after receiving the ball became weaker.

Qin Yun quickly stepped forward to respond, immediately attracting the attention of most Real Madrid players.

Essien looked up, made a fake move, and distributed the ball to the other side.

Montolivo received the ball and moved forward quickly.

In the Italian Cup two years ago, he completed a career classic and was even hailed as Pirlo's successor.

But things are unpredictable, and after that, his competitive status began to decline.

There may be reasons for injuries, or there may be reasons for changing positions.
Even at the end of the season, he could only sit on the bench.

But he will never escape or betray. He understands that he cannot lead Milan to revival on his own on the court.

But if someone can, then he will pay silently in other aspects.
Quietly waiting for Milan's call.

In this heavy rain.

Montolivo touched the ball continuously with his right foot and suddenly dunked in, avoiding Di Maria's pressing.

Then start directly!

The football flew in the heavy rain and crashed behind Real Madrid's defense.

Arbeloa is panicking!
I am used to playing left back, so I subconsciously lean over there.

This time, you will directly give your opponent an opening!
Shalawi had been lying in wait for this opportunity for a long time.

Explosive acceleration!
When everyone thought Shalawi was going to dribble the ball into the penalty area, he fell to the ground and swept the ball to the center.

Balotelli, with a cockscomb on his head, rushed in!

Ramos didn't care so much and used his hands and feet to knock him down.

"Foul!"

"It is 25.6 meters away from the goal. A free kick from this position is very dangerous."

"Milan did not deploy most of their troops to participate in the attack. They should let Qin Yun shoot directly. If the goal can be scored, then the pressure on Real Madrid will be even greater!"

Two adjacent VIP boxes.

The two old men looked at the young man on the court with bright eyes, as if in anticipation.

Qin Yun originally thought about wiping the ball clean, but he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and the heavy rain that showed no signs of stopping, and silently gave up the idea.

If a free kick is reduced to a mathematical problem, the force angle of the ball, air friction, and the weight of the football.
But now too many conditions have changed, and he is unsure.

Casillas is in a panic!

Ever since he revealed his tactics to his friends, his situation in the Real Madrid team has gotten worse and worse. Even Lafayette has opinions about him and even vaguely revealed that he is looking for his replacement.

Thinking of this, Casillas slapped his gloves hard and looked forward with all his concentration.

Qin Yun didn't take a deep breath and backed away slowly.

boom!
The football spins violently!

The spilled rain seemed to turn into a halo, whizzing towards the upper right corner of Real Madrid's goal!

Casillas tried his best to fly to save, but soon showed a desperate look.

"The ball missed the crossbar and flew out of the baseline. What a pity!"

Huang Jianxiang pounded the table, and He Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

Studio.

Barrages are flying.
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[What's going on, Real Madrid was beaten by Milan? 】
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[After Montolivo came on the field, the ball gradually shifted to him, making it difficult for Real Madrid to gather in the frontcourt. 】
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[But in this case, the defensive intensity of Milan's midfield will also decrease. I estimate that Allegri may replace Kaká and Shaarawy later. 】
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[You said the script won’t be that Real Madrid draws in the last minute, drags the Champions League final into overtime, and then wins the game on penalties? 】
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[Real Madrid can't win until there is a penalty kick, after all, Ancelotti is here! 】
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[Milan obviously allocates all its physical energy to regular games. As long as it is delayed to overtime, Real Madrid will win. 】

Real Madrid goal kick.

Casillas passed to the right side of the court.

Carvajal and Xavi Alonso hit the wall to cooperate. After avoiding Kaka, they continued to dribble along the sideline.

"Real Madrid launches an offensive from the right, should they consider switching sides?"

The voice did not fall.

The football was passed near the center circle.

Modric made two consecutive fake moves with his back, shaking Montolivo away, and then pushed forward.

The thin body of Real Madrid No. 19 broke away from the dripping rain.

Coming from the flames of war, tenacity has already been engraved in his bones.

"Nice get rid of!"

"Master of low profile!"

"After getting through the uncomfortable period when he first came to Real Madrid, he began to become the power furnace of the Galacticos!"

Even after 65 minutes of high-intensity competition.

Modric was still able to burst out with terrifying power, withstanding the impact of Essien with a strong waist, and safely passed the ball to the left.

Ronaldo has been preparing for a long time.

catch the ball.

turn around.

All in one go.

He directly left Abate behind him and then cut inside laterally.

"Milan's man-marking defense is very good. No one in Real Madrid can respond. Do you want to find opportunities to score by yourself?"

Zapata stepped forward to defend, his thinking was very clear, and he did not give up space to shoot.

Even if he gets past him, there is no need to worry with Qin Yun behind him.

In the pouring rain.

CR7 began to show its power to the world.

That is an unyielding will and desire to win, as well as a strong heart.

He seems to have found his original intention and just likes to play football.

The jersey was soaked and clung to Ronaldo's body, revealing his sculpted muscles.

The rain reminded him of the days when he used to run along the coast of Lisbon.

At that time, his foundation was poor, his body was weak, and he even spoke with an accent.

But he refused to admit defeat.
My whole body tensed up and I stepped hard on the turf.

Suddenly rushed out to the side.

simple action.

But it contains an implacable momentum.

Give your right foot a hard kick!
boom!
A crackling sound seemed to want to shatter the dark clouds in the sky.

The football was like a cannonball, blasting towards the upper right corner of the Milan gate!

Abbiati couldn't even react.

2:2! ! !

The Stadium of Light went completely crazy.

Portuguese fans were moved to tears.

The young man who took over Portugal's No. 7 from Figo almost carried the hopes of the entire nation on his shoulders.

Recalling the European Cup two years ago, when he almost single-handedly led the team to the semi-finals, God played a cruel joke on him, and he collapsed at the end of the road to his dream in great sadness. front line.
"A shocking long shot!"

"Ronaldo!!!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo helped Real Madrid equalize the score!"

"A one-man show!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo relied on his energy to never admit defeat and his spirit of fighting to the last moment to bring the two teams back to the same starting line!"

"Compared to the brilliance of a superstar, the real foundation may be the spirit of never giving up!"

"Real Madrid has been waiting for this championship for 12 years and will never give it up!"

He Wei went crazy.

Huang Jianxiang was speechless, thinking that Milan had been waiting for this championship for 7 years. He said before the game not to be subjective.
Ronaldo ran to the sideline.

Under the spotlight, the raindrops seemed to stand still.

Jump up, half-turn around, and open your arms after landing.

All Real Madrid fans in the audience were waiting and roaring in unison.

"Siu!!!"

"Siu!!!"

"Siu!!!"

Studio.

Qin Yun said nothing and silently picked up the football in the door.

Declare with action that the game is not over yet!

Milan teammates returned to their positions.

Milan also has the spirit of never giving up.

That is passed down from generation to generation
Maldini didn't know when to leave the weatherboard and let the cold rain soak his body.

He has witnessed the ups and downs of Serie A, from the World Cup to the Calciopoli and then to its decline.

Teammates range from Baresi and the Three Musketeers, to Biehov and Shevchenko, to Carcapirlo.

Opponents also range from Maradona, Platini, to the Troika, to Baggio Batistuta Ronaldo, and then to Ibrahimovic Adriano.

The heavy responsibilities on our shoulders are never lifted one day.
Maldini looked at the young man on the field, and his heart was extremely hot.

This is no longer a competition between two teams of players, it carries the dreams of too many people!

The game restarts.

Balotelli kicked the ball across the goal.

Shalawi passed back.

Milan wanted to stabilize the rhythm and then look for offensive opportunities.

But Real Madrid didn't give them a chance at all. Taking advantage of their high morale, they pressed forward and launched a crazy press.

It is bound to beat the opponent until he has no strength to fight back.

Shalawi received the pass and was pressed by Ronaldo and Modric.

There were no passing lanes and no teammates to step up to the plate.

Shalawi tried to break through by himself, making continuous fake moves, preparing to break through from the outside.

But in the fierce confrontation, they failed to control the football.

Seeing that Ronaldo was about to dribble the ball forward.

In a hurry.

Shalawi instantly fell to the ground and used his head to push the football out of the sideline.

"Milan players always have an iron-blooded spirit!"

"Although Shaarawi's hair style is very fancy, he is also the same."

"Where's Balotelli?"

"Well, there should be some."

Real Madrid's throw-in.

Marcelo threw out and Modric stepped to the side.

Di Maria unloaded it lightly in front of him, his body swaying.

Withstand Montolivo's confrontation, complete the breakthrough, and go straight to the right.

De Sciglio dragged his tired body and quickly stepped forward to cover the defense.

Real Madrid's No. 22 seems to have a pair of transparent wings spread behind it.

It changed direction several times in a row, like a breeze.

De Sciglio reacted quickly, but still couldn't stop it.

Di Maria changed direction again and went straight to the penalty area.

In front of Milan's door, there was a sudden rumbling.

Everyone looked in front of them nervously, looking for their own defensive target.But Real Madrid players kept crossing and changing positions.

Benzema constantly adjusts his position to create space for his teammates behind him.

There are too many points that can score goals, and there is no way to defend them!

Qin Yun decisively asked his teammates to stay in their own area.

The formation diagram in his mind flashed crazily, and everyone's position was constantly updated.

No one could appear in the field of vision.

He can only rely on himself.

Just when Benzema inserted into the penalty area again, Ronaldo quietly moved from the left to the center.

The formation diagram stops flashing.

The spaces overlap!

Time frame!

Qin Yun did not hesitate at all and stepped forward decisively.

at the same time.

Di Maria kicked the ball and passed the ball.

A triangle appeared on the green field, an inverted triangle!
Cristiano Ronaldo strikes an impeccable pose!
Everyone suddenly had the idea that this goal could be scored!

The moment he was about to touch football.

Snapped!
A red and black shadow flashed past.

Rain slides across the camera.

in the lens.

The boy's figure became increasingly blurry.

Faced with Modric's pressing.

Qin Yun distributed the ball to the side.

Montolivo pushed hard!
Xabi Alonso's timing of the tackle was very precise.

Qin Yun swings his right foot outward.

One touch!
The football slid to the right!
Then pull it sharply inwards.

Lianren passed by with the ball.

Xabi Alonso showed an expression of disbelief.

With this series of actions, he didn't even have a chance to counterattack.

Qin Yun used all his strength to run wildly with the ball.

His front is extremely wide!
Milan players pushed forward wildly.

A terrifying red and black torrent appeared at the Stadium of Light!

With an indomitable momentum.

charge!

side of the field.

Allegri's remaining hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead in twos and threes, looking very funny.

But no one dares to underestimate him. Being able to stand on the highest technical and tactical stage shows his ability.

The other side.

Ancelotti opened the box of gum and found it empty.

"Milan's counterattack!"

"No, Qin Yun's speed is too slow. Real Madrid players will catch up soon!"

"Real Madrid still has three players in the backcourt, which is enough to withstand the opponent's first wave of attacks!"

"Don't pass the ball yet?"

Qin Yun did not pass the ball and tried his best to drive the ball forward.

He glanced back and made calculations in his mind.

He was like a precise machine at the moment.

I can take three more steps!

Pop, pop, pop!

Heavy footsteps stepped on the wet turf, splashing pools of muddy water.

The moment Bell stretched out his hand and held his jersey.

Qin Yun moved.

The body is slightly tilted!

Calf muscles bulge!

Push hard to meet the ball!

Mars?

Rui Costa?
boom!
There was a thunderous explosion.

Football, in the heavy rain, is like a sharp dagger inserted into the opponent's weakest point.

Carvajal turned and ran back.

It's too late.

Milan broke out of heavy rain on the 22nd.

A strong wind seemed to be blowing across the Iberian Peninsula.

Red and black squalls.

"too fast!"

"It was like a bolt of lightning!"

"Kaka!"

"Single knife!!!"

Facing the heavy rain.

The speed of Kaka is getting faster and faster.

It seems like time has traveled.

From Brazil to Milan and then to Madrid.
He thought he could continue running, but the injury caused him to lose his direction and sink.

When he was about to despair, he returned to the place where the dream began.

Found the direction again.

The next step is to keep moving forward unswervingly and never stop.

Even though the discomfort coming from my knees is getting stronger and stronger.

Outside the restricted area.

Kaka took the dagger handed by Qin Yun.

Like an assassin who kills one person in ten steps and never leaves a trace.

Push the football gently.

It's like saying goodbye.
It's like remembering
The football drilled into the goal against the right goal post.

Kaka pointed to the sky with both hands, showing a bright smile.

Just like the young boy 11 years ago.

the other side.

Qin Yun pushed away Bell who was pressing on him, "Get out of the way, don't affect my celebration!"

The Great Sage was stunned for a moment, then lay down on the turf with a wry smile.

"Very beautiful!"

"In the 79th minute of the game, Milan took the lead again!"

"Qin Yun's divine prediction and interception, Kaka's wonderful long-distance attack!"

"How can such a soul-stirring goal not make people excited?"

Huang Jianxiang was a little incoherent.

He Wei held his head next to him.

Studio.

Barrages are flying.
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[I thought Qin Yun would get through everyone]
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[If he had Bell's speed, he should still have a chance! 】
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【Kaka is so handsome! 】
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[Moshang is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world! 】
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[I’m afraid no one would believe this score before the game, but it really happened! 】
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[There is still a chance, Real Madrid must not give up! 】

Stadium of Light.

The patter of rain.

The cheers of Milan fans.

Qin Yun jumped on Kaka's back, waving his arms wildly, "So handsome!"

Kaka turned back and smiled: "You are handsome too!"

Spotlights kept flickering.

The handsome faces of the two young men were left behind.

Milan teammates looked at each other, unable to get in!

Simply go to the person next to you and hug you
Ronaldo picked up the football from the goal and encouraged his teammates.

He will never admit defeat until the last minute of the game!
side of the field.

Allegri looked up at the sky.

Maldini smiled and looked at the field.

The other side.

Ancelotti's expression was complicated.

Some are shocked, some are relieved, some are happy, some are sad
Zidane touched his bald head and suddenly felt that he had retired too early.

"Kaká seemed a little unwell, so Milan made substitution adjustments. No. 4 Muntari replaced No. 22 Kaká, and No. 13 Rami replaced No. 92 El Shaarawy."

"Ancelotti used the last substitution, and No. 6 Morata replaced No. 9 Benzema."

"Real Madrid strengthens its attack and Milan strengthens its defense!"

"Who will win?"

The game restarts.

Real Madrid fought to the death and immediately moved forward after kick-off.

Milan retreated to defend.

The ball is given to you!
The 83th minute of the game.

Bell broke through from the right and made a pass.

Ronaldo jumped to head the ball, and Abbiati fought hard to save it.

The 87th minute of the game.

Di Maria's long shot from outside.

Zapata blocked the heavy cannon with his face.

You asked him if he was afraid?
He is more afraid of losing!

What's more, Qin Yun is right behind him.

The 94th minute of the game.

Modric passed the ball into the penalty area.

Ronaldo's volley was blocked by Qin Yunfei's tackle.

The last moments of the game.

Morata held the ball at the edge of the penalty area, turned around deftly, and found space to shoot into the far corner.

The football slowly rolls out of the bottom line
at this time.

Beep-beep-beep-
I don't know if it was a harsh or pleasant whistle.

"The game is over!"

"AC Milan 3:2 Real Madrid, reaching the top of Europe for the 8th time!"

"This season's Champions League has come to a perfect end!"

"This is not one person's story."

"If Milan was a small flame in the darkness before, now it has burned brightly and turned into a red and black flag flying above the Stadium of Light."

“All the way, Barcelona, ​​Madrid, London, Munich”

"No game is easy because nothing in this world is taken for granted and everyone has to give their best."

"For the Milan players, this rainy night in Lisbon was a happy one."

"But since ancient times, it has been difficult to conquer the world, and it is even harder to defend the world. No one can stand at the top forever."

"They will face more challenges, and they need to continue to work hard if they want to maintain it!"

"This rainy night in Lisbon is sad for the Real Madrid players."

"At this time, I remembered the words of the French writer Flaubert: The most glorious thing in our lives is not the day when we become famous, but the desire to challenge life that arises from lamentation and despair, and the courage to move towards this The day of the challenge.”

"There is no victorious general in the arena. Even great superstars such as Cruyff, Beckerbauer, Maradona, Platini, Zidane, and Maldini have the same success in their careers. An unforgettable failure."

"Failure is not terrible, but in the face of an imminent defeat, how much courage and perseverance do you have to fight to the end for that slim hope of victory?"

Huang Jianxiang took out the manuscript he had prepared long ago and began to speak passionately.

On the other side, He Wei rubbed his sore eyes and added the last sentence.

"After the Champions League final, one side will be happy and the other will be in tears. We cannot have two winners in one game, only one team can be the final winner."

"But even if they are the losing side, if they gain people's respect through their own hard work, they will be mentally undefeated."

　I finally finished writing it. Although I lost the derby, I still want to watch the Champions League!

　　Forza Milan!

　　By the way, think about how to write the following!
　　Thank you guys for your support!

　　
　
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