The whistle sounded at the end of overtime. The whistle was a bit long, and at this point, it should be a relief for all the players on the field.

On the sidelines, Nicholas had a mixed smile on his face. Now the game will go to penalties, and in this part of the game there is very little control for the coach. And he smiled because, in the last thirty minutes, Allegri had finally made a mistake.

In extra-time, Everton changed tactics and went all out. Arsenal saw an opportunity to press heavily and started attacking without looking to control. However, they were not physically fit enough to organise an effective attack, and instead left their players in a cycle of errors.

Although Everton did not take advantage of these mistakes to score. But Arsenal are more physically and mentally depleted.

Perhaps, perhaps, this may tip the scales in a penalty shoot-out.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and one hand touching his nose, he looked at the first player to stand in front of the penalty spot, Arsenal midfielder Saldo.

He runs, he shoots.

The ball was scored.

Everton's first penalty taker was the team's top scorer, Mexican Felipe Delgado. He calmly scored the ball.

In the next two rounds of penalties, Arsenal and Everton also scored respectively, and the score was 3:3.

It's the fourth round.

Arsenal had the best performance in the game, but was also the most consumed, Danielly Bernardino stood in front of the ball.

This little striker, in an awkward running position, shoots a penalty into the stands.

That's the moment Nicholas wants. No, it's the moment all the Everton players, coaches and fans want.

After the Spaniard high-fived the assistant coach, he glanced to the other side, and Allegri's body shook for a moment.

Everton's Ross Barkley then converted the spot-kick.

4:3。

The last player to come up for Arsenal was Chilean Alexis Sanchez.

Everton's goalkeeper Renato made a brave side save to keep the ball out!

The game is over.

Everton eliminated Arsenal 2:2 on aggregate and 4:3 on penalties to advance to the Champions League semifinals.

Nicholas was relieved. After all, these few minutes, for him, are basically out of his control.

The entire Goodison Park has exploded. All the players and coaches around Espanyol, including the Everton staff, were already celebrating like crazy.

It was a dream night, and of course, behind all these jubilant figures, there were the lost gunslingers.

Nicholas hugged the people around him one by one, especially when he hugged the players who came on the pitch today, he would slap them very hard on the back or butt, telling them that they were doing a good job, like a real warrior. When he hugged Ross Barkley, he saw the Chilean half-crouched on the ground, Sanchez looked very lost and lost, and for a moment, Nicolas thought, maybe there could be no more lost picture......

However, he knew that in Catalonia, Iberia, tonight, there, there was still a team that was disappointed.

He could scarcely imagine what she was going through.

But this is football, when the winner is decided, heaven and hell will be presented on the pitch at the same time.

It's a magical sport, and they're willing to go crazy about it, even to break their hearts, but they prefer to have no heartbreak if it's crazy.

The wind is blowing again in this port city in the north of England, and the singing of Goodison Park continues.

This is the first time in his career that Nicolas Flores has led the team to the semi-finals of the Champions League, and their next opponents will be Real Madrid, Manchester City and Barcelona.

****

Ian came out of the shower and felt that his eyes were still a little swollen and painful. He cried earlier, and many of his teammates, all cried. This time, he is not the captain who walked over to comfort one heartbroken teammate after another, he is the man who hugged his former teammates and tore apart their Champions League dreams with his own hands.

Pat gently pinched his neck over and over again and said it's going to be okay buddy, it's going to be okay, you still have a good chance of winning the league championship.

It's always going to be fine.

The most heartbreaking moment has passed, next, lick the wound, no matter how painful it is, time will heal everything. There is still a lot of time to come, and dreams can continue to be chased.

It's just this April night, this heartbreaking night at Camp Nou, that the Scots feel they will never forget.

He blessed him as he wiped away his tears and said goodbye to Pat.

"Good luck, maybe you'll be the first of the three fools, oh no, maybe the first of the four to win the Champions League. Remember all those stupid jokes we made on the grass in Harrington, and now, we're all men. ”

"Only after a deep experience of heartbreak can you become a man. You see, Terry cries like a baby, and people think he's a tough guy. At that time, they said with a hippie smile. At that time, they were boys, they were still in the Championship, they were unknown in the reserves.

In the shower just now, Ian suddenly thought that Pat had actually broken his heart when he left Harrington.

The Scotsman stood in front of his locker with his wet hair rubbed, not knowing what to do for a moment. He looked around, and even Phil's eyes were swollen. Ian threw away the towel and put on his panties and t-shirt.

Someone turned on the TV, and in another semi-final, Goodison Park was like the team had won the championship.

Oh, and they advanced on penalties.

But we never had a chance to play extra-time, the Scotsman thought depressedly.

The door to the locker room was pushed open.

She walked in.

Everyone looked over.

She didn't show any expression, and when she got to the middle, she cleared her throat and said, "You have twenty-four hours at most to heal, and we have a championship to fight for, if you know what I mean! And I'm sure you will eventually. ”

****

Kristen Lue blessed and congratulated the Catalans and his team in her post-match press conference, in fact, when she was on the sidelines, she did the same.

In the tunnel of the players, she also hugged the veteran Patrick Amber for more than ten seconds. They whispered a few words. No one knows what they said. The only thing that can be seen in the camera is that the two people have serious expressions, hugging each other and listening carefully to each other's words and nodding.

Lu Ling fell asleep on the bus to the airport.

She thought she was going to have insomnia all night long, but the truth was that when she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. Perhaps, these days, it is really too stressful and too tiring.

She was woken up by Alice. She opened her eyes and the players went down. Only Alice and Tim are still there.

Alice smiled wryly and said, "Honey, you sleep like a newborn, I want you to sleep for two more minutes, so I'm only waking you up now." How do you feel?"

Lu Ling was stunned and said, "It's terrible." ”

This conversation is familiar. Yes, in the tunnel of the players, Pat asks you how you feel.

She also said, "It sucks. ”

"You told the players that they had a maximum of twenty-four hours to heal, how long do you think you'll be healed?" Tim asked. He sat on the other side, his voice a little hoarse.

Lu Ling rubbed his tired face, let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "To be honest, if I were just an ordinary fan, I would like to spend the next week on the sofa with fried chicken, but I'm not. So...... I think I'm getting better. However, I won't really recover until I win the Champions League. Damn, in case I never get it, I'm bound to go to my grave with great regrets. ”

She smiled, stood up and adjusted her voice, "Let's go back to London, we still have a title to fight for, like I told the players." ”

Then, she stepped off the bus, leaving the Barcelona sky behind, and she needed to forget the girl who almost cried at the Camp Nou.

****

The sun is good in West London, the sky is blue, and flocks of birds fly by from time to time. Everything was calm.

Lu Ling retied her hair, still windy, and brushed her hair towards her eyes.

On the training ground, everyone's emotions are not yet high, but it can be seen that everyone is gradually recovering from the pain of being out of the Champions League.

Including herself.

This is good.

Although, the news of that game has not gone down.

She remembers a quote from the Telegraph's report: pure genius Patrick Amber knocked down the Premier League's best defence. It makes one think about the nature of the sport of football. Coaches can build the best system, but you still need talent. Kristen Lue is doing a great job, it's just genius on the other side.

Lu Ling doesn't think his team has no talent, but Pat is indeed irreplaceable. She still vividly remembered the destructive power that Pat had unleashed during those nine minutes, and it was unstoppable.

After she tied her hair, she was about to walk to the field when the team doctor walked up to her.

"Honey, maybe I shouldn't bother ...... at this time"

"It's okay, Alice, Tim is directing them in a small game. What's the matter?"

"The draw for the Champions League semi-finals is underway and in case you're wondering, the first team to be drawn is Everton. ”

Alice was holding her mobile phone in her hand, Lu Ling covered the light with her hand while looking over, and the screen was a live broadcast of the Champions League semifinals.

Oh, the Champions League draw. Since being eliminated, she has almost forgotten about it.

Lu Ling stared at the screen. The BBC's program automatically refreshed, and another one popped up:

Home first, then away, like us, it's not a good order of play.

A second later, another one.

Lu Ling lowered his hand and was stunned for two seconds.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, dimming the screen, but she could see it clearly.

The Champions League semi-finals will feature Everton vs Barcelona. 166 Reading Network