Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

"Six minutes! Three goals in six minutes!"

"The goal was shot down!"

"Don't you have any defense at all???"

The Bernabeu was very quiet, but the Real Madrid fans watching the game in front of the screen were about to go crazy.

"I went to the bathroom and came back to see 3:0. I thought Real Madrid had made a comeback, but it turned out to be a ghost!!"

"Get out of the Bernabeu!!"

"Pepe is a piece of crap. Kick him and kick him. Where is his usual spirit?"

"Even if there are eleven pigs in the penalty area, he won't get through so easily!"

"Isn't it just a loss of the ball? Let me be the goalkeeper! I don't want the money!!"

"We are Real Madrid, not fucking prostitutes. This is the Bernabeu, not a fucking chicken coop!"

"He can shoot however he wants, huh?!"

"Kneel down and beg this lunatic to score two less goals!!"

"Disband!"

"Bernabeu, the biggest joke of the century!"

"Trash, go to Barcelona, ​​go to Camp Nou!"

The crowd was excited. There were angry Real Madrid fans, and more Barcelona and Atletico Madrid fans who fanned the flames.

The fans who were gloating over the misfortune followed suit and cursed.

The entire Spanish sports forum was almost paralyzed.

"Do you have any shame?"

"The King of the Champions League?"

"The pre-match whistle was so loud, but the game was played with a hammer?"

"Do you deserve this glorious white? Are you disgusting?"

"You have lost all the face of Real Madrid!"

Real Madrid fans watched the game and cursed with all their might, and were reluctant to leave the screen, still waiting for a miracle to happen.

Lament their misfortune and be angry at their lack of struggle.

Just like helpless parents, no matter how useless their children are, they still can't let go of their obsession.

Still hoping for a turnaround.

There was no curse at the Bernabeu at this time, only pain and despair.

"Lift your head, we are Real Madrid!" This inspiring sentence now sounds like a huge irony.

Why lift your head? Let people slap you in the face?

It's better to lower your head and hide, and you can still protect yourself.

Pepe in the backcourt, as a meritorious player of Real Madrid and the oldest player in Real Madrid, shouted loudly to motivate his teammates.

Losing is okay, but you can't lose your pants, right?

Benzema!

Bale!

Cristiano!

Cheer up!

We are behind!

We will never lose the ball again!

Go for it!

Let Manchester City know that this is the Bernabeu!

This is Spain, the holy land of European football teams!

Here are the best players, the most passionate fans, and the greatest heritage!

Counterattack, counterattack!

Goal, goal! !

Pepe raised his hands and roared at the stands in all directions.

We need you!

Brave and sincere fans, we need you!

The majestic Pepe raised his hands high, and the brave fighters were seeking loyal fans to give them strength.

In the stands of the Bernabeu, some of the silent fans had tears in their eyes.

When there was no hope, Pepe stood up.

He pointed them in the direction of progress.

At the beginning, only some fans with strong hearts stood up and shouted the slogan of Real Madrid at the top of their voices.

"Hala Madrid!"

"Hala Madrid!!"

"Hala Madrid!!!"

Inspired by these fans, more Real Madrid fans stood up.

In the most difficult time, these fans overcame the despair in their hearts.

They are like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.

The inspiring roar drowned the entire Bernabeu.

The endless power of faith came from all directions and rushed to every Real Madrid player on the field.

Zidane shouted on the sidelines, together with the fans.

The Real Madrid players raised their proud heads again.

A last-ditch battle!

Only five behind!

No problem!

Kroos stood there, feeling a force about to burst out of his body.

This is football!

This is faith!

Come on, Manchester City!

We are the proud Real Madrid, this is our home!

We are invincible!

Kroos held the ball, and Real Madrid's trident kept running.

Modric received the ball and completed a very beautiful escape!

Then he kicked the ball to the middle, ready to find Benzema.

After Benzema turned his back, his feet were full of flowers, making Stones a little stretched.

The Real Madrid commentator saw the continuous beautiful moves of Kroos, Modric, and Benzema, and listened to the shouts of the fans on the field, and his tone was excited.

"Yes, we are behind, we are already in a state of no retreatThe edge of the abyss!

But we have strong players, we have the greatest supporters in the world!

We will eventually get out of trouble and move towards the light!

Hala Madrid! !

Hala...Ha...H..."

As the strange situation on the field developed, the high voice of the Real Madrid commentator became smaller and smaller.

"Ha?"

Benzema passed the ball back, Sagna fell to the ground and slid, and the ball was poked out of the penalty area from the penalty area.

David Silva was entangled by Modric, and he passed the ball to Clichy on the wing.

Carvajal went along the inside line to delay Clichy's advance.

Clichy pushed the ball to De Bruyne in the middle with his left foot.

De Bruyne was like a super sports car at this time. Under the double team of Casemiro and Ramos, he rushed to the left, and at the same time, he used his thigh to send the ball to the right!

There was Sterling.

"Ha? ? ? "

The Real Madrid commentator's pants were almost wet watching Manchester City's smooth cooperation.

Real Madrid's defense was very fast, but these passes made the defensive players very embarrassed.

Even rolling and crawling, they couldn't stop the ball.

"Sterling... don't go in..."

Sterling gritted his teeth and sprinted, attracting the defense of Real Madrid players.

Marcelo had difficulty coming back because he attacked too far forward, but he was still trying his best to chase back.

Ramos could only fill in the position first, leaving the middle to Pepe and Modri ​​who might retreat later. Strange.

Ramos hadn't reached the position yet, and Sterling kicked the ball.

The ball flew up.

The arc was very large.

A cross was made.

Aguero and Pepe wanted to head the ball at the same time.

But the ball was too high.

"Okay, okay, the pass went..." Real Madrid's commentary was unparalleled.

People were shocked.

When he looked at the path of the ball, it fell to the back point.

The heart that was slightly relieved was like being pinched by a cruel big hand.

"It's over, it's over..." The mumbling like a demon made the Real Madrid fans watching the game feel like they were falling into hell.