"The referee of this game, Mr. Honda Inigoro, is about to take out the card! Mojun's action this time was very big, but it was a foul from the side, and there was obviously a force-retracting action at the end, so it falls into the category of giving a red card or a yellow card. Now the Bayern players have surrounded Honda and asked for an explanation. Let’s see what measures Honda will take - eh! A yellow card! It’s a yellow card!”
"Oh, I was scared to death. I thought it would be a red dot package, but it seems that Honda-san also wants to see Mo Jun stay on the court and perform."
Not only the commentator, but also the audience and the girls on the sidelines, including Yuechi Xun, breathed a sigh of relief, but the Bayern players were not happy.
Muller looked ferocious, stretched his head towards the referee, pointed his finger at Bastian Schweinsteiger, who was still lying on the ground with his knees in his arms, and yelled: "This kind of foul only gives a yellow card? Oh, what on earth are you thinking?! Could it be that? Will you give a red card only if we get into the ambulance?!”
"Watch your words, little guy. Chen Mo's actions have no tendency to hurt anyone. I can see it clearly."
Referee Honda Inigoro is a referee specially selected by the Japanese J-League for this final who knows a little bit of German and Spanish. He held the yellow card with his fingertips and raised his eyelids: "Now, you should prepare for the penalty kick, unless you also I wanted to get a yellow card.”
"..."
Looking at Honda Inigoro's fierce bald head, Mueller muttered something and stopped putting pressure. He is very smart and knows the current situation and the extent of his actions. It will be difficult for Chen Mo to receive a red card, but he wants to try. After all, if Chen Mo is a tough nut to crack, their chances of winning the championship will soar. Nothing can be done now. Of course there is no need to involve yourself.
On the other side, Bastian Schweinsteiger was still hugging his knees and kneeling on the ground, his side face in great pain, when a shadow blocked the sun.
"I said... I hit my shoulder. Why are you covering your feet?"
The stumbling German language entered his cochlea. Schweinsteiger looked sideways and realized that Chen Mo had arrived beside him at some point.
Chen Mo leaned over and stretched out his palms, smiling and saying: "I'm sorry, I had no other way to do that just now. I was afraid of hurting you when I tackled you, so I had to hit you with my shoulder."
"..."
"Okay, okay, stop pretending, get up, the battle between us is not over yet."
"You guy..."
Looking at Chen Mo's sunny smiling face, and then at his outstretched right hand, Schweinsteiger had no choice but to hold Chen Mo's palm and stand up, rubbing his shoulders: "You kid runs really fast, morning Once I knew it, I played it straight to the striker."
Wagner carried the ball to the penalty spot and communicated with the referee. Chen Mo leaned down in preparation for a sprint, turned his head and smiled and said: "I will be faster in the future, but did you design me in the midfield? That moment Hummels' ball appeared in a different position than I expected."
"Nonsense, if everyone would act the way you expected, you would be God!"
"That's right, haha."
"Laughing? You are about to fall behind, do you know? The championship belongs to us!"
Schweinsteiger also leaned down, turned his head and said viciously. Chen Mo smiled and shook his head: "Impossible, the game is still more than half an hour away, and the championship will definitely not belong to you. But, by the way, this is my first time. It feels very novel to encounter an opponent who designs tactics specifically for my personality. Tell me, what does your coach think of me? Does he think I'm awesome?"
"You...stop talking!"
The boy in front of him was too optimistic and frivolous, and the serious German was very unhappy at this moment, but he didn't see the boy's secretly clenched fist!
Soon, Wagner, who was on the 12-yard penalty kick, started to run up and hit the goal with a powerful and heavy shot, shooting the ball into the lower left corner of the goal!
"OHHHHHHHHHHH - Bayern No. 9 - Wagner scored a penalty kick! The score came to 3 to 2, and Bayern took the lead again!!!"
There were cheers on the sidelines, Bayern players ran to the corner to celebrate, but Barcelona was completely silent. Messi came to Chen Mo and apologized: "I'm sorry, if I had scored faster on that goal..."
"No, this is my problem. I trust my prediction too much. If I had paid more attention to Hummels' position when I jumped for the top, the ball would not have been stolen. What's more, we still have I didn’t lose, so what’s the point of apologizing for?”
Chen Mo patted Messi on the shoulder and applauded the Barcelona generals together. Looking at the depressed people, Chen Mo smiled and said: "Hey, hey, why are you dejected? Yes, now we are indeed lagging behind again, but this It’s not entirely a bad thing!”
"What's the meaning?"
Pique was puzzled, and Chen Mo laughed and said: "What kind of game will be remembered by people? The so-called Nike Hope Cup final? No, no, no, this is just a Youth Cup game that attracts very little attention. Don't look at it in Japan. The discussion is high. When we return to Barcelona, people there may not even have heard of this game, but what if, what if this game is very exciting?! So exciting that many coaches, players and spectators will watch it after dinner, even Discussing on the guest program [Which little guy performed brilliantly in that wonderful game]?!
Oh, don’t think I’m exaggerating. Bayern played very well and we played equally well. We played a high-quality game together! And with Mr. Ronaldo as the commentator, the situation I mentioned is not impossible! At the same time, we fell behind twice, equalized twice, and now fall behind again. If we can finally win the game and make a huge comeback, it will definitely attract more attention! Do you all know what external attention means to us young players with an uncertain future? So - wake up everyone, this is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself! ! ! "
Having said this, Chen Mo straightened up, and the sun shone from behind. He stretched the back of his right hand into the crowd, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The script of the Oscar-winning movie is right in front of me. Now I want to be the savior. Do you want to Come!"
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"It's such a pity. After fighting hard for so long, Bayern still scored a goal first. This kind of blow is absolutely fatal to the morale and confidence of Barcelona players."
"Indeed, Barcelona's morale is likely to collapse due to the double blow of physical and mental strength. In this kind of game where the strength is very close and the physical exertion is very high, once one side cannot hold back mentally, the next step will be very difficult. It could turn into a one-sided massacre."
"Yes, what Barcelona needs now is to stabilize their morale, but this is not easy... Hey, what are the Barcelona players doing? Mojun gathered his teammates in a circle. From the footage projected by the camera, he looked like What are you saying excitedly? Are you cheering up your teammates? He put his palms in the middle, and he is indeed encouraging his teammates! Audiences, look, the faces of the Barcelona players have regained their confidence again... No No, no, it’s more of excitement than confidence.”
"It's amazing! There are thirty minutes left in the game, and I'm still one goal behind at the bottom of my physical strength. In this case, I can still mobilize the emotions of my teammates. I'm very curious about what Mo Jun just said. Okay, without further ado, the Barcelona players enter The center circle is ready to serve, the next thirty minutes will determine the final winner of this Nike Hope Cup!"
