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Bang!

Sky Sports Studio.

Ronaldo exerted all his strength, and his sandbag-sized fist suddenly smashed on the table!

This movement is too big.

So much so that the water bottle that Vieri put on the table to moisten his throat was knocked to the ground by this fist!

The water gushed from the mouth of the bottle and flowed freely on the wooden floor of the studio!

Just like Da Luo’s current mood!

Agitated!

Excited!

Madness!

“We took this game!”

“Returning to the Champions League after seven years, we actually beat Barca at home!”

“Now that we have won all three games in the group stage, if there are no big surprises, we will definitely be able to qualify from the group and advance to the last 16 of the Champions League!”

The Rhône people hid in the studio, their hands crossed at the waist, and roared like no one else!

Seeing former teammates, such a crazy look.

Vieri is also full of emotion!

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled again.

“It’s not easy, it’s really not easy…”

“After Messi came on, we have been in a passive rhythm, and Messi scored two goals in a row, whether it is morale or situation, the balance is already tilted towards Barca!”

“There was a moment when I thought we would be equalised by Barca even if we didn’t lose!”

“But in the end, the boys on the field showed their bloody nature!”

“All of them are heroes, all fighters in blue and black armor!”

“Tonight, the honor belongs to them!”

“Lads, I’m proud of you!”

Ronaldo kicked the Vieri water bottle on the ground and kicked it away!

He picked up the microphone on the commentary stage and delivered a passionate speech.

“We all know that this game can win the powerful Barca, Su, the merit!”

“He scored a hat-trick and gave Lautaro 18 assists, which are great indications of his talent!”

Ronaldo paused, and the fat on his face trembled up and down as his heart beat violently.

“But!”

“I’m going to focus on that shovel of Su now!”

He returned to his seat and slammed the microphone on the table.

‘In the final moments of the game, Messi burst into the box and, if nothing else, he was sure to score and help Barca equalise!

“But the unexpected happened!”

Under the gesture of Da Luo’s eyes, the director soon played back the picture of Su Li chasing Messi on the big screen.

“Dear audience friends, please keep your eyes open and see Sue’s performance!”

The director was very attentive and drew a movable circle on Su’s body, and wherever he ran, the circle was there.

“When Messi received the ball, it was on the left flank and he passed three Inter players in a row, Lautaro, Asamoa and Bastoni!”

“At this time, where is Su Li?”

“Su Li is on the right side of the midfield, very far from Messi!”

At this time, the picture freezes.

Messi’s body also drew a circle.

A white horizontal line appeared, connecting Su Li and Messi.

“40 meters!”

“The horizontal line shows that Su Li is 40 meters away from Messi at this time!”

Then the screen starts playing.

I saw that Su Li seemed to start hanging a sixth-gear sports car on high speed, started sharply, and pounced in the direction of Messi!

“Look at the people around Suli, Besino and Brozovic, who have given up defense at this time and stand in place!”

“They may have given up defending, or maybe their physical strength is not enough to catch up so far and pounce on Messi!”

“But Su Li did it!”

“Look, Su Li struggled to catch up, and finally caught up between Messi’s shots and gave a sliding tackle!”

“Clean and clean, touch the ball first, and then tackle Messi away!”

“Hahaha, that’s so interesting,” Ronaldo looked at Vieri, “Vieri, did you notice Sue’s chase when you looked at this ball?” ”

Vieri smiled.

“No, not at all!”

“I didn’t expect at all that it would be Su who would chase after this position!”

“You know, he’s not a defender, he’s not a midfielder, he’s a striker, he’s a striker!”

Vieri let out a long sigh, ashamed of himself.

“I’m also a striker, at least in my twenty-year career, I can’t do that!”

“I can’t do it either!”

Ronaldo’s excitement is beyond words.

He shouted into the microphone.

“Without Sue’s pursuit, Messi’s goal, not to say 100% scored, but with my understanding of Messi, such a single knife, give him 100 and he can easily score 99!”

“It was Sue, at the last moment of the game, who saved the team and pressed the fruit of victory to death at the Meazza Stadium, and no one can snatch it!”

Vieri laughed loudly!

“Hahaha, I’m afraid even Messi didn’t expect him, Su will suddenly appear in this position!”

“Messi probably thought about how to celebrate after the goal, whether to raise his hands or hug his teammates and celebrate them taking a point in the last moments of the game!” ”

“But Su didn’t give him that chance!”

“The Inter team, did not give Barca this chance!”

“Su’s spirit of never giving up and fighting until the last moment is worthy of serious study by every Inter player on the field!”

“As a retired player with a fairly successful career, I can responsibly tell you——”

“This spirit of Su is extremely rare!”

“This will become a valuable asset in his career, accompanying him all the way to the peak of the king!”

Ronaldo stood up and pointed to the camera.

“Sue, you definitely aren’t watching the picture in our studio, but I want to face the camera, tell you, and also tell the audience friends——”

“I firmly believe that if you continue to play like this, Sue, one day, will win the Golden Globe!”

Vieri stroked his hands and laughed.

He also stood up Ali and put his arm around his good brother’s shoulder.

“Haharoni, you finally admit that Sue has the potential to win the Golden Globe, you finally said this!”

……

Thousands of miles away.

Buenos Aires.

Old Salvador’s home.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone sat in silence on the sofa.

No one spoke.

Quietly a needle falling to the ground can also be heard.

The game is already ten minutes over.

Because I don’t want to see images of Inter players celebrating and the crazy noise of fans in the Meazza stadium.

The TV is turned off.

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Neighbor Leone whispered:

“It’s a pity, it’s really a pity, it’s already a little bit worse!”

He stretched out his index finger and thumb and gestured to a two-centimeter length.

“It’s just such a little, Messi almost passed, he was actually shoveled, alas, his luck is too bad, and he carries it to his back home!”

Leone’s speech represents other voices.

They talked about it.

“It was an inexplicable game, we were the dominant side, but we lost to Inter and let them score four goals, the last time Barca conceded so many goals in the Champions League, I don’t know when!”

“Look at the data, 65% in possession of Barca, 35% in Inter!”

“Look at the shots, Barca are 13 of 23, Inter are 4 of 6”

“No matter from that angle, we have to win, which is unreasonable!”

Leone added:

“So the luck that was said was too good!”

“Speaking of the last Messi’s single knife, before the change, there is no doubt that he will definitely score!”

“It’s just that I don’t know what’s going on, he actually lost his mind in the end, and he didn’t find that Su next to him actually rushed over, and with a carelessness, the ball was broken!”

The son of the old Salvatore sighed and said unwillingly:

“It seems that Messi’s ankle injury has not fully recovered, and he is still some way from his best state!”

“Yes, yes, if the healthy Messi, this ball, where to get Su, the striker to steal, he accelerated, he would have wiped Su over and shot the goal!”

“I just said, Barça this game, lose in Messi’s injury, if Messi is healthy, where is Inter or something!”

“Inter’s luck was so good to meet Messi with half a blood, but this is football…”

Just when everyone was regretting Messi’s injury.

A dull sound came.

It’s old Salvador, banging on the ground with a cane!

“Waste, a bunch of waste…”

Old Salvatore’s face was heavy, and it was hard to hide the disappointment on his face.

He even covered his face with his hands, unwilling to look at his family.

The family couldn’t help but sigh when they saw the old Salvador so sad!

“Old man, don’t be sad on the stage, this ball is really well-played, nothing, but a Champions League group stage, and the second round, we are at Camp Nou, our own home, just come back!”

The words of the old Salvador’s son made everyone like it.

“That’s right, just pull it back, there’s nothing to be sad about, Inter is just lucky, our strength is several times stronger than Inter!” 277″

“We are a team several grades higher!”

Leone smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.

“You guys have been forcibly comforted by the old man!”

“I agree with what the old man said, this game, except for Messi and Suarez, who scored the goal, the other Barca players lost the same as waste!”

“Especially the defense, the defense is too rubbish, actually let Inter enter four, such a defense, said to be waste, the old man is already a small mouth, if I want to say, these players, do not deserve to wear Barca…”

Boom!

Another dull crutch hitting the ground!

Dust from the ceiling, falling down!

The loud noise in this life made everyone suddenly surprised!

Everyone looked at the old Salvador.

“I’m not talking about Barca, I’m saying you’re all waste!!!”

Old Salvatore was full of anger!

Trembling, he raised his crutches, moved in the air, and pointed at the crowd.

“Been watching football with me for so many years!”

“Many of you, since childhood, have been watching with me and have listened to the replay I explained to you after the game.”

“But,” the elder Salvador paused, his tone deeply disappointed, “none of you can see the essence of this game! ”

The essence of the competition?

Everyone’s eyes widened, not daring to make a sound.

They are listening to the teachings of the old man.

“Let me tell you first, Messi, that his injury has healed!”

“What you’re seeing now is a very healthy Messi, so he can score two goals in ten minutes!”

“Secondly, Messi was tackled by Su, definitely not by chance, but inevitable!”

“I’ve never seen a player as brave as Sue, he’s a genius, a genius!”

Old Salvatore’s eyes suddenly moistened.

He took his crutches and slowly got up.

Walk alone to the bedroom.

Mumbled in his mouth:

“That last-second spirit, I’ve not seen it in a 17-year-old young player for many years, Sue, I remember your name, one day, you can be the strongest striker in the world…”

The elder Salvador walked back to the bedroom on crutches.

Leave a family full of surprise.