“A goal-scoring feast without ups and downs.”
"It was a one-sided massacre!"
"Thousands of Real Madrid fans turned the small city of Leverkusen into Madrid and into the Bernabeu."
"Congratulations to Real Madrid and Zidane. After two years, Los Blancos have once again entered the Champions League final! Waiting for them are flowers and salutes from San Siro!"
Duan Xuan poked He Wei with his elbow.
But he found that his partner beside him was silent.
In the pilot shot.
Someone was partying.
Someone is lonely.
Countless complex emotions intertwined.
There are only no tears of regret.
What we experienced was a tragic massacre, not an evenly matched battle, not a back-and-forth battle, not an ups and downs that left suspense until the last moment.
It is a well-researched dimensionality reduction attack.
A one-sided tragedy.
Leno clung to the ball he saved at the last moment.
He grabbed the captain Bender, whose eyes were red, and cursed:
"You're crying, do you feel sorry? Wake up! Without Li, we would have been eliminated in the group stage!"
"You have all used up your physical energy on the bellies of a few women. What kind of game is over without going to play with women?"
"I'm an idiot too! I got fucking shot from the other side, I'm a waste."
"Why are you crying? Haven't you already booked a sports car and a mansion? Are you dating a female celebrity? Are you thinking of moving to a wealthy family? Are you worthy?"
"The semi-finals of the Champions League may be the most glorious moment in the lives of you upstarts!"
No one responded.
Van Dijk's mentality is not bad.
He originally thought that Chelsea would not be able to pass the test. After all, he was beaten countless times by Hazard and Diego Costa during his time at Southampton.
Holding down Leno's shoulders.
Indicate the other person to stop talking.
"You are also an idiot, you can only retreat, and you are going to fucking retreat into the goal line!"
Keesling fell to the turf.
Kicked loudly.
Chi Mu's body could no longer support the ninety-minute high-intensity game.
He wanted to comfort Li Kang, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Are you going to retire early?
Rabbi Bella and Calhanoglu looked at each other.
"Hakan, are you leaving next season?"
"Let's talk about it after the European Cup."
"Oh! Forget it, you are in the same group as Lee and Modric."
Son Heung-min buried his head deeply into his knees.
He can accept failure, but he cannot accept being a burden.
Bayer Arena is a carnival for Real Madrid fans.
Leverkusen fans are a complex group.
When the team's situation was over, most people had already cursed and left the field early.
Some extreme fan groups threw lighters, drinks bottles and other debris at the Leverkusen bench.
The abuse was endless.
Even the absolute die-hard fans can't accept the shocking numbers on the scoreboard.
Brandt and Havertz rushed onto the green field from the bench.
Looking worried.
"Li, losing is no big deal. In a few years, I will avenge you!"
"That's it. The overall strength is here. Let's go back to the dormitory and have a good sleep!"
Li Kang shook his head.
The three phantom beasts knelt on the ground in pain, gradually blurring.
The King of North Rhine was also beaten by the Royal Ceremony's three midfielders.
There was no respite.
The drama of saving the world against Arsenal and Chelsea cannot be staged.
not far away.
Cross hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not move.
"Luka, you should have a few words with him about this game."
Modric shook his head: "This game is the best answer at the club level. The era of single-core is over. If he cannot recognize the position he plays, he always regards himself as a forward or defender."
Didn't go on.
Suddenly, Zidane's figure appeared in the sight of the two.
The Real Madrid coach did not celebrate with his players.
Instead, he walked up to Li Kang, grabbed the Leverkusen youngster's shoulders, covered his mouth and whispered a few words.
Brandt and Havertz, who were close at hand, didn't know what he said.
Li Kang shook his head.
Zidane couldn't hide a trace of regret on his face.
Old Man Top straightened his tie, held his messy white hair, and walked into the green field with his head held high.
"You guys are already so outstanding!"
"Recognize the reality. We are a team that cannot qualify in the group stage. No, we are a team that will be eliminated in the Champions League qualifying play-offs!"
"You won't be able to earn back the previous promotion bonuses and broadcast share income even after playing for several seasons!"
"Don't be such a fucking bitch! Stand up and thank the small group of fans in the North Stand who have never left you!"
CTV5 live broadcast room.
All the plans that He Wei had prepared in his heart were overturned.
He suddenly couldn't use words to describe Leverkusen's Champions League road in a short time.
An arduous and bumpy journey?
A frothy dream?
There were more and more barrages, covering the big screen.
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[Li Mingdeng’s curse is broken. 】
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[The ball cannot be touched, the midfield collapses, it goes straight through, and there is nothing left. 】
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[It’s not bad to score two face-saving goals in the first round. If we draw Juventus and Atletico Madrid, we will be shut out and massacred in both rounds, right? 】
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[Thinking about it now, Leverkusen is really good, Arsenal and Chelsea are just a breath away. 】
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[Bayern massacred Barcelona and Real Madrid bloodbathed Bayern. Why did you Leverkusen get involved? 】
amsterdam.
The Dutch celebrities looked bitter.
They were afraid that the score would affect the mood of the football saint.
But Cruyff laughed and said: "I have also experienced several tragedies. The most serious one was that I conceded three more goals than Lee."
After that, he patted Rijkaard hard on the shoulder: "What about you?"
Rijkaard frowned and tried hard to recall, but he couldn't recall many scenes of losing by a big score.
Whether he is in the national team or club, he is surrounded by Gullit and Van Basten.
Only the "Three Dutch Musketeers" have always been able to kill others.
For example, the winner on the TV screen - Galacticos, they easily slaughtered 5:0.
Madrid.
Mignano said angrily: "The Leverkusen coaching staff are simply a bunch of idiots! Won't they choose to stick to it?"
Del Bosque stroked his moustache and joked: "This score result is normal. They were already two goals behind in the first round and could only fight with their backs against the wall in the second round. Under this premise, Leverkusen's defense seemed to be going through... There was a big avalanche."
"If it weren't for Leno's excellent form, it would be far more than losing five goals."
"Forget it, there is not so much heroism, Zidane and Maradona have also experienced massacres."
"Next, it's time to prepare for the European Cup."
Bayer Arena.
Post-match press conference.
Neither head coach spoke about specific details of the game.
About the score result.
Zidane's response was simple: "We found the easiest way to defeat this Leverkusen team from Hoffenheim, Borussia Monchengladbach, Schalke 04 and the first leg of the Bernabeu."
The old man Top was silent for a long time and unknowingly bent down: "Leverkusen's Champions League journey is not as beautiful as it seems from the outside world. Li's wonderful performance in past games has covered up many of the team's problems and difficulties. A draw with Arsenal and a tough match against Chelsea."
"My teammates are forgetful, the fans are forgetful, and the coaching staff and I are also intoxicated in the joy of promotion."
“It’s a pity there’s no superhero drama happening at Bayer Arena.”
(End of chapter)
