Chapter 032: Goal for each other's cameos
Alejandro Domingos has been in Russia for six years and moved from River Plate, Argentina to Kazan in the spring of 2004. Six years later, Dominguez now speaks Russian as well as Spanish.
Russia is a bitter cold land in Europe and is not accepted by traditional Western European countries, so football information here is often ignored by mainstream football. But Domingos is almost half Russian, and he knows football opinion here very well.
Russian football has had two great chances to reach the top of Europe in recent years, and of course, the Champions League Cup is a bit of a luxury, and the League Cup is enough to satisfy the feelings. One was CSKA Moscow in '05, when Abramovich invested heavily in this team, and CSKA also advanced very well until the semi-finals.
The other time was Zenit St. Petersburg in '08, with the same huge investment and the same inevitable. Dominguez was in Zenit at the time, and he knew these things very well. It's a pity in '08 that Zenit went to the final but failed.
Both times he was sniped by Zhuo Yang! Madiborg and AC Milan.
Those two times were so close to the championship, but they were both close to the end of the world. Russian football does not know if there will be such good luck after that, and I don't know if it will still be such bad luck. The Russian football media even said that Zhuo Yang is the nemesis of the Russian Premier League, and they firmly believe that if there is no Zhuo Yang, those two times can reach the top.
Shakhtar Donetsk in Ukraine took away the League Cup this year, and although Ukraine and Russia are of the same origin, the brothers who split up are the biggest enemies, and the Russians never want to see Ukrainian football on their heads. This year, they say, is because the Ukrainians did not run into Zhuoyang.
Domingos didn't know that Zhuo Yang and Messi had talked about him behind his back, nor did he know that Messi had a high opinion of him, in fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Messi is Argentina's best now, but what does it matter to me? Our group has become yesterday's yellow flowers, so what does it matter?
Dominguez has long had no illusions about the Argentine national team, and he doesn't care about Messi at all, he only cares about things like the big place around him. Because such a big place is enough to earn yourself a lot of wages, isn't it just for money to come to Russia, a place where birds don't!
Compared with Messi, Dominguez has to pay a lot of attention to Zhuo Yang, because on the day he was at the Manchester City Stadium in May 08, Domingos saw with his own eyes what kind of god Zhuo Yang came into the world, and how it only took about 20 minutes to snatch the trophy that Zenit had already received.
Now that I think about it, Zenit actually lost the moment Zhuo Yang ran into the field shirtless that day, because it is impossible for mortals to defeat the gods. Dominguez knew that although the people here didn't admit it, they were all the same as themselves, and they were actually afraid of Zhuo Yang in their hearts.
As long as Zhuo Yang is within 10 meters, the defender and the back will take the ball to the other side as soon as possible, regardless of whether it is reasonable or not; As long as Zhuo Yang gets the ball, the defender will put him down as soon as possible, whether it is reasonable or not. Dominguez knows that this is all due to his teammates' fear of Zhuo Yang.
They made exaggerated expressions as aggressive and fierce in front of Zhuo Yang, but they were actually out of fear of Zhuo Yang. Just like the people here, deliberately leaving the outside world with the image of a combative fighting nation, in fact, it is precisely because of fear and lack of self-confidence, and even despair. Because a truly powerful person doesn't need to be inward-looking.
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It is out of fear and caution that Kazan Ruby is eager to play the ball in the midfield and back, and when there is a ball, it will be distributed to the wing at the first time. In this way, it seems that Kazan played with a relaxed style today, and the tactics were very particular and more targeted than in the first leg at Camp Nou. Coupled with the weather and the blessing of the home team, even if Barcelona did not underestimate the enemy today, it could only be helpless.
In the 82nd minute, after former Santander defender Cesar Navas got the ball, he saw Zhuo Yang trying to approach from a distance, and hurriedly passed to Ryazantsev, who was patrolling on the right side, and then Shemak and Bukharov, after five or six consecutive non-stop passes, Domingos appeared in the center of the tandem of the ball road.
Because of the urgency of time, Zhuo Yang has retreated to the midfield step by step and is frantically chasing football, so that the Kazanites can only play the ball quickly, and keep spinning in the middle and back, because they are afraid of being cut off by this madman.
Dominguez avoided Zhuo Yang and slowly pressed up in the organizational pass, I can't say if it was pushed forward by Zhuo Yang, anyway, on the surface, Kazan had a series of very smooth passes and cuts, and they were all kicked out.
Almost all of the midfielders were involved in the pass, and at the end Dominguez suddenly pulled a low shot from the top of the arc, and the ball plowed a shallow arc on the hard turf and skimmed Valdés' fingertips into the corner.
The Barça people were stunned! Kazan fans were stunned! The whole world was stunned!
It's not unusual for anyone to score in a game, but it's a bit too fantastical for the Kazan to score a very Barcelona goal in front of the Barcelona people in the way of Barcelona.
As for whether this ball was intentional by the Kazanites or was hit by Zhuo Yang by mistake, it doesn't matter, 1:0 is a fact that can't be changed.
Pep Guardiola's woolen hat couldn't be worn at all, and white smoke could be seen on his bald head when he ripped it off in anger. Thierry Henry came on in for Keita in an emergency, and the trident turned into a four-strand steel fork.
If you lose this one, it will be very troublesome later, and Barcelona will be in an extremely disadvantageous situation. The players on the field no longer had the word foresight in their heads, and they blocked Kazan in the 40-meter zone and wedged it in.
Knowing that this is in the hands of Kazan, the iron bucket defense of others is not in vain, and there is a great risk of being counterattacked behind him, but he can't care so much. However, it is not possible to penetrate it at all, and it is pure wishful thinking to try to cut the ball to the empty shooting point like the Kazan people just now.
The formation of any position is all messed up, Barcelona runs out of the sky with cross positions, and Messi dares to chase back to the backline, think about this scene. In fact, at this time, Barcelona's back line and forward line are about ten meters apart.
The time has reached 90+3, Austrian referee Pletz has already looked at the table twice, the home team fans at the Kazan Central Stadium all stood up and shouted, and many old men even took off into big white meat, and they were red in the cold wind and fearless.
Being able to beat Barcelona twice in the group stage can make the Kazanites blow for a lifetime, and they can blow to their great-grandchildren.
Thierry Henry's powerful shot was cleared by Ansaldi and kicked straight into the other half. Messi chased back and hooked his hand to get the ball from Valdés, and Dominguez clenched him like a hyena.
Time was too late, Messi took two steps back and suddenly turned around and made a long pass, without a goal, just in the direction of the dense crowd in the penalty area, hitting the pass of great luck. Ibrahimovic, who was tall but never liked to fight very much, fought with Sharonov with bayonets on the line of the penalty area, but neither of them could get the ball on top of the ball when they interfered with each other, but the goalkeeper Ryzhkov who strode up strode up knocked the ball back into the midfield.
Messi had already gone up, and there was only Dominguez below the spot, and he trotted forward while twisting his head to watch the flying football. You don't have to go through Valdés' door again, just take the football to the front and win.
Suddenly, a figure flashed from Domingos's side, startling him. Dominguez didn't see who it was, but he could see it in the yellow Barcelona away shirt.
Zhuo Yang, who was killed in the diagonal stab, opened his right leg and fired directly like a side kick of Sanda, and when the football grazed the face of the running Domingos, he felt his skin be scraped.
Everyone was gathering together, and the soccer ball flew low over the heads of twenty other people, except for Zhuo Yang and Valdés, piercing the icy cold night of Kazan.
Ryzhkov was still in the arc of the big penalty area, and he looked up at the flying football, remembering the Topol ICBMs he had visited.