Lu Yin Silly Waist

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Penalty!

Penalty!

Penalty!

The audience was boiling, and the Barcelona fans shouted hysterically. They flushed their cheeks, raised their hands and waved them down, their arms raging like a wave of anger.

They are so excited.

A few minutes ago, the two sides were still in a stalemate. Seeing that there was not much time left in the game, the fans were naturally anxious.

But at this moment, Yi Le stood up again!

Yes!

He can always stand up!

He is trustworthy as always!

In this season, Yi Le is not the first time to turn the tide, he has a kind of magic in him, in the face of difficulties, he can always become that hero!

How can Barcelona fans not love such easy music!

Yi Le lay in the penalty area. Despite being violated, there was no pain on his face. He smiled on his back. This offensive attempt was worthwhile.

In fact, he doesn't know if this attack will be successful, but God is still taking care of himself.

This attack will completely kill Bayern Munich, the last hope!

The truth is so!

On the sidelines, at the fourth official, the Bayern Munich coach was angrily protesting.

"Flopping! This is a bad flopping!"

Frick was almost roaring against the fourth official, and all the stars sprayed on the opponent's face.

The fourth official Feng Danyun wiped his face and said indifferently: "Sir, please calm down. This is indeed a foul!"

"Fart! This is a flop!" Flick pushed the fourth official like a demon, and this move caused chaos on the scene again.

The referee noticed this scene and rushed over directly from the arena, came to Frick, and showed a bright red ruby.

"Shit!"

Frick saw that he was sent off the field with a red card and still reluctantly said: "You will be met with retribution. I will appeal to UEFA. You are responsible for this farce!"

In the face of the angry Frick, the referee did not persuade him at all, and directly replied: "I will be responsible for this. I am responsible for all the remarks made today. This is a foul!"

"Now, you can leave the arena!"

The referee issued an expulsion order and Flick walked away. He went directly to the stands and sat down among the jubilant Barcelona fans, his face black and no words.

Barcelona fans in this area saw Flick and couldn't help but tease.

Are they ridiculing Frick with words as much as possible? Facing those unbearable voices? Frick is even more angry in his heart. He wants to stand up for money and reason? But seeing that the other party is crowded? From the heart'.

Bayern Munich’s situation is terrible now. A penalty kick was given at the last minute? The referee was given a red card. There is nothing worse than this.

They can only hope now in goalkeeper Ulreich.

So... is he trustworthy?

Everyone turned their heads and looked around? Ulreich was already pale? Even his hands were shaking.

This is a very bad signal, but even so, they can only pin their last hope in Ulreich.

......

The referee has returned to the stadium and Barcelona has to discuss the penalty officer.

Normally speaking? Messi is naturally the penalty player at this juncture.

But this time? Messi let it out.

He pushed Yi Le into the penalty area and said: "This is a penalty you created. You will finish it, and..."

Messi smiled and said: "You have to learn to take more responsibility, I believe this is the best choice!"

Yi Le looked at Messi in dismay.

Why didn't he expect? This ball will be taken by him.

There is pressure naturally, but Yi Le will not be overwhelmed by it.

After all? He was the man who stood in the Champions League final and the last penalty kick.

It was Messi’s entrustment that made him hesitate? He knew that Messi had already begun to play down his influence? Give the banner of Barcelona to Yi Le.

And on this occasion? Carrying out this handover ceremony? Obviously a good choice.

At this moment, the ball flew to Yi Le out of thin air, and he quickly grabbed it.

Yi Le looked up and saw Suarez applauding vigorously: "We trust you, don't have too much burden!"

Griezmann on the side also nodded: "Go to the semifinals together!"

"The miracle is right in front of you, you will create it!"

"Go on, easy!"

All Barcelona players are looking at Yi Le, their eyes are full of trust.

For some reason, this look made Yi Le feel more pressure.

After a while, Yi Le breathed out slowly, turned around resolutely, and walked towards the penalty spot.

"We have made the final choice. Yi Lai completed the final penalty kick. This was a penalty created by him. It is undisputed that he stood on the penalty spot. Yi is trustworthy. Although he is very young, He has ample experience in major competitions and even defeated Real Madrid in the Champions League final penalty shootout. He is qualified to pin our hopes!"

Comans kept licking his lips, and his voice was trembling due to tension.

Comans clasped his hands tightly on his chest and stared at Bayern Munich's large penalty area. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The eyes of Camp Nou and the whole world are also focused here.

With tens of millions of eyes watching, Yi Le lowered his head and kissed the football, then gently placed it on the penalty spot, slowly getting up, and suddenly raising his head.

It was a pair of firm eyes, as if the desire for victory was burning in the eyes.

Yi Le withdrew slowly, measuring his run-up space step by step.

The audience was silent, and the fans felt nervous that their hearts were about to jump out. Every time Yi Le's retreat stepped on their heartbeat, it was unusually uncomfortable.

Boom! !

Finally, Yi Le stopped, his hands full of sweat, and he wiped his trousers casually.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes to look at the referee, and nodded heavily.

The referee then withdrew from the restricted area and put the whistle in front of his mouth.

Beep! ! ! !

The whistle sounded and Yi Le jumped out suddenly.

Yi Le's decisiveness shocked Ulreich on the opposite side, and he kept making judgments in his heart.

left? right?

Suddenly, he noticed Yi Le's right foot next to the football.

Left foot shot?

Suddenly, Ulreich rushed to the left.

After he made the save, Yi Le's forward movement slowed down, and his left foot slowly landed, poking lightly on the ball.

"Spoon!!!!!!!!!"

Komans screamed.

Yes, scream!

He broke the sound because of being too nervous.

The spoon at the critical moment, how crazy this guy is!

But this spoon is worth it!

Under everyone's gaze, the ball flew lightly, tracing a graceful curve in the air, just like this, it slipped into the net.

The ball touched the net and the net shuddered.

At this moment, the audience was silent!