Damn, you're the best! I've always believed that!"

Simeone's Spanish sounds a bit awkward.

"Of course, we're all the best!" Ding Yue's Spanish is no longer at the level of pronouncing a word, but it is still not at the level of the mother tongue, but fortunately, the two of them have no communication problems with each other's praise.

Whether it is in this life or in his previous life, Ding Yue has had the experience of taking penalty kicks, that kind of tension and that kind of excitement, after a lot of experience, it is still unbearable, and he has paid a lot of price for it.

The price is a good thing, it will make those who resist growth, mature.

Although his actual age is not even twenty-five years old, his mental age is Ding Yue's secret, and he is already very mature.

The domestic league and the Australian league are not as fast as La Liga, and sometimes the time for two or three passes in these two leagues has been passed more than a dozen feet in La Liga, and they have survived.

Teammates also rushed towards Simeone and Ding Yue, and the unity of a team hit the audience's attention the most when it came to scoring goals.

Everyone ran quickly, and then pounced on the two people who hugged at the beginning.

"Good shot!"

"Well done, Ding!"

"Fuck the shit!"

"Coach, your tactics are correct!

And the Atletico Madrid fans in the stands are waving those performances and avatars about Ding Yue, there is no doubt, Ding Yue, this Chinese, is now the top card of Atletico Madrid!

"Ding... Ding....Ding... Ding Yue!"

A burst of Chinese-sounding non-standard pronunciation, with the adaptation of some Atletico Madrid fans' famous songs, "Ding Yue's Song" once again floated over the Bernabeu.

"No, no, no, I won't change Ding Yue for anyone, damn it, the most important job for the board of directors this summer is to keep Ding Yue!"

"It's not summer, it's next week! He should be given a raise next week! He should be renewed for another five years!"

The attitude of the fans in the stands is the most pertinent, because they really see the performance of the players, who has contributed and who has outstanding ability, they can see at a glance!

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The sudden loss of the goal left the Real Madrid players disappointed.

"Cheer up!" Casillas scooped the ball out of the net and kicked it into the center circle, to be honest, Real Madrid's current situation is very bad, in the past few years, it has been pressed by Barcelona to death, and now it is even a shoulder that is faintly pressed by the sworn enemy of the same city! This is unbearable in any case.

"There's still time for the game, Pepe, hold your chest up and them!"

Pepe's eyes were dodgy, and he didn't even dare to look in the direction where Mourinho was standing.

He was already mentally filling up Mourinho's machine gun at half-time.

It's not all my pot, Khedira has already fouled, even if I don't stretch this kick, the referee will award a penalty!

Pepe is still secretly thinking about how much of the pot should be accounted for by this ball.

"Toot!"

The referee blew the whistle again, and the remaining time in the first half was still enough for the two sides to go back and forth for several more rounds.

A game where there is a goal will be more open than when the deadlock is not broken, just like the girls will be more active after the first time, it's the same.

On the side of Cristiano Ronaldo and Ding Yue, the ball came and went, but no one could take advantage of it. First, Ding Yue and Koke have been stubbornly choking Ronaldo's dribbling and passing routes, and second, Marcelo and Khedira finally reaffirmed the importance of Ding Yue to Atletico Madrid.

In the thirtieth minute, when Ding Yue once again took the ball and went straight to the middle, causing Khedira to foul, Mourinho finally couldn't help it.

shouted loudly and called Marcelo in front of him, "You don't have to do anything, just leave the attack to Ronaldo, you can follow Ding Yue for me, even if he is in the bathroom, you have to pinch my nose and follow!"

Mourinho was furious, and Marcelo felt that he should not be the backstabber of the team's performance, so he really gave up the forward insertion and obediently stuck to Ding Yue like a pair of underwear.

Being forced by others and being forced to be stubbornly coerced are two very different feelings, Ding Yue is very difficult to hold the ball, and he feels suffocated when he catches the ball.

It made him think about the time when he first started to stay in the United States - what would happen when suddenly one day there was a wave of teammates who played at a faster pace, with more speed and power in passing?

Ding Yue's experience is that at the beginning, each ball is stopped and needs to be adjusted twice. As time went on, his heart beat faster and faster, his legs became more and more unable to move, and his brain thought I could stop the ball, but the ball slipped away again and again......

From the physical and technical level, this is the biggest concern of many domestic professional analysts and fans. Whenever something like this happens to a Chinese player, his teammates may think it's a mistake at first, but over time they know that the Chinese player is a real thing, and they rarely pass the ball to him afterwards – both technically and emotionally, and the player quickly becomes an isolated bystander.

Fortunately!

Such a tragedy did not happen to Ding Yue. In terms of the technical links of receiving and unloading, although it is difficult, Ding Yue has almost never needed to adjust twice and slow down the offensive rhythm of the whole team; All in all, in the Spanish football soil that advocates small skills, Ding Yue's technology has not exposed obvious shortcomings in the fast pace.

However, in other teams, Ding Yue can do this, it does not mean that he can be so comfortable when facing a team like Real Madrid!

At least, Marcelo won't make it so easy for him!

In the 37th minute, Juanfran made a pass to the ground, Cristiano Ronaldo stopped a kick, but it was not reached, Ding Yue took a step forward, stepped on the ball with the sole of his right foot, and was about to make the next move. Marcelo came up directly and kneaded his big glutes and hit him hard!

'Ah' screamed, and the inexplicable pain from the muscular nerves made Ding Yue quickly hold his buttocks and scream after falling to the ground.

"Marcelo is bad now!" Director Zhang Lu looked at the slow motion, his voice soft, with uncontrollable anger.

"It's too bad, it hurts a lot! The key is that you can't help it, it's definitely not up to the cards." But it really hurts!"

"Yes, anyone who has played football knows that it is so defenseless to be hit directly, and there is no way to continue to move if you don't slow down, even if you stand up!"

Ding Yue was lying on the lawn, his right hand pressing his thigh, and the team doctor had already sprinted in.

"It's okay, it's hard to hurt, just get it. ”

The team doctor touched it a few times and said in Ding Yue's ear.