The goal was a surprise, but it was a big one.

There was no surprise in this ball!

存——

Lautaro broke through the Spanish goal and tied the score to 3-3. Even if the regular time was over, they still had a chance to win!

Roar! ! !

On the court, not only Lautaro's excited roar was heard, but also the celebration of Inter Milan fans who survived the disaster.

At the critical moment, Godin called out to the Argentine striker who was about to celebrate, "Martinez! Come back, check the time, the game is not over yet, let's do something big and send the damn Spaniards home!"

What an ups and downs game.

Zhang Lu smiled and said, "It can be said that this is one of the most exciting European finals in the past ten years. Lukaku took the lead with a penalty kick, and then Chen Qi equalized the score in the first half, and then assisted Dadel to score a goal from the back point. James's world wave basically locked the victory, but..."

Zhan Jun took over the conversation, "But Inter Milan did not admit defeat. Conte's magical substitution helped the team score two goals in a row... Now, the two sides are back to the same starting line again, chasing the Europa League championship... But, the Spaniards seemed to be a little stunned, and they didn't react for a long time, and there was a fatal mistake in the backcourt..."

Dong——

On the Spaniard's bench, Carlos's cerebral hemorrhage operation stunned everyone.

In the 5 minutes of stoppage time, the Spanish defender who had already given a penalty actually passed the ball to the opponent's feet when passing the ball...

This made Chen Qi and others angry, and the water bottle in their hands slammed heavily on the ground to vent their dissatisfaction!

Ah! Avelardo was also confused. He knelt on the ground in despair and roared to the sky, "Oh! You damn bastard! What are you doing! Why did you pass the ball to the opponent? Are you going to ruin the victory?"

Huh? ? ?

Not to mention the Spaniard, even Lukaku, who got the ball, was confused. He subconsciously looked at Chairman Zhang in the stands with full of awe!

Is this the Chairman's handwriting?

To be honest, this guy should have received a lot of money, otherwise, how dare he give two goals so blatantly?

The director's camera has been following the Belgian striker!

When the camera captured his awe-inspiring expression, it directly switched to the dual screen and released the picture of Zhang Kangyang's calm expression.

This shocked many Inter Milan fans at the scene. Many "smart people" have already understood something. After looking at the youngest head in the club's history, they are also full of awe!

Look back at the stadium!

Lukaku was confused, but he didn't dare to delay even a little. After his breakthrough was blocked, he decisively passed the ball to his teammates!

Sanchez, who came on as a substitute, was in good physical condition!

After entering the penalty area, he looked for teammates at the far end!

Lautaro followed up again and shot a shot!

Whew——

Two minutes, double goal!

Haha! That's it? !

Lautaro rushed to the sidelines, put his hands on his hips, and stood domineeringly near the Spanish fans' stands!

This time, no one stopped the Argentine striker from celebrating, and even felt that a few seconds of celebration time was not enough. Everyone pressed forward and deliberately delayed the celebration...

When he saw Inter Milan complete the lore and rewrite the score to 4-3, Chen Qi sighed heavily, leaned back in his chair, his eyes dull.

Abelardo knelt down for a long time, "It's over, it's all over..."

In fact, there is nothing wrong with his tactics, but he shouldn't trust his paper-like defense too much. Even if he made substitutions, he shouldn't have replaced Vargas, but should have replaced two more defensive players to keep the victory!

It can only be said that the Spanish coach has too little experience in major competitions. Compared with Conte, who makes on-the-spot adjustments and substitutions like a god, he is not a little bit worse!

Beep--

In the last two minutes of stoppage time, the Spaniards failed to create a miracle. In the end, they lost to Inter Milan with a deep foundation with a score of 3-4.

......

"Chen Qi tried his best, and the Spaniards did their best."

"Although the final result was not satisfactory."

"But this is football, beautiful football, but also cruel football!"

"Enjoy the beauty it brings, but also accept the cruelty it brings!"

"Perhaps the loss in the final is not a bad thing for the very young Spaniards in the European competition. They can gain a lot of valuable experience from it and use it in the next European competition. This is their most precious wealth!"

"Next season we will

We can't see them in the European war, but perhaps one day many years later, the ancient Spanish song will finally resound through the top of Europe..."

Zhan Jun looked at the stadium that presented two completely different scenes, looked at the Spanish players who were exhausted and crying on the ground, and looked at the Spaniard fans who were reluctant to leave with tears in their eyes, and made the above summary.

"Let us congratulate Inter Milan again!"

"Win the fourth Europa League trophy in the team's history!"

"Congratulations to them!"

Zhang Lu gave the championship team the blessings they deserved.

......

On the court, Chen Qi hugged his teammates one by one and comforted everyone.

He came to the sidelines lonely.

He focused his eyes on the Europa League trophy with a unique shape and shining silver light, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time.

This is the boy's desire for the championship!

In fact, before this game, he had never had such a strong desire, because he came to Espanyol just to mix playing time and win a King's Cup.

Who knew that he would accidentally lead the team into the The Europa League final!

Even a few minutes ago, he was still fantasizing about holding the Europa League cup, and he must post a tweet to show off...

In the end, he became the runner-up?

This gap made the boy a little difficult to let go.

Bang——

At this time, a tall figure came behind him and put his blue and black No. 77 jersey on the boy's shoulders.

Hmm? Such a strong smell of sweat? Who is it? Come to ruin my mood?

Turning his head, it was Brozovic of Inter Milan.

The Croatian midfielder whispered: "Chen! Give me your jersey, I will keep it well... I have to admit now that the old guy Dalic's vision is indeed unique. You are a player who is good at making trouble, but I like it!"

Huh? The anger in Chen Qi's heart was dispelled by the sudden "confession" of Inter Milan's No. 77 general.

After taking off the jersey, the two exchanged.

Chen Qi calmed down and said: "Thank you for your compliment! It's an honor to receive your jersey. Don't worry, I will keep it well. "

Brozovic smiled and nodded, "How about it, have you thought it through? Do you want to come to Croatia? You can learn a lot here!"

In other words, you can't learn anything about football in Dragon Country...

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