"Penalty?"

"How can it be a penalty?"

"What the hell is going on?"

The sudden change in the stadium surprised Huang Jianxiang and other Milan fans.

In the slow-motion replay, Ronaldo swung his leg sideways, and the volley hit Ambrosini's wrist hard before flying into the sky.

The ball was excellent in terms of quality and power, and if it weren't for Ambrosini's block, maybe Ouchulian would have to pick up the ball from the goal at this time.

Did Ambrosini make a meritorious service?

But it's just a temporary measure!

Ambrosini is not a goalkeeper, but the handball in the penalty area has to be punished!

The San Siro stadium has long been blown up, especially the Milan players, who gathered around the referee one by one, using various reasons to justify.

"Referee, that didn't mean it!"

"Referee, he has a closing move, and the ball hits it by itself!"

"Referee, this ball won't go into the ...... even if it is not blocked"

The Milan players' reasons pale in comparison, and neither of them is likely to be a reason for the referee to change the decision.

However, the Milan players still gathered around the referee and did not let the game continue.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone knew that the Milan players were "stalling time"!

When the time comes, even if Inter scores the goal, they will have completed a "small goal".

But looking at the words "21:37" on the timer, no one had the confidence to delay a point that could not be reversed until six minutes later.

The Inter players knew exactly this, so they allowed the Milan players to surround the referee.

In their eyes, this is a death throes, and to continue like this will only insult the word "Milan".

It's a shame!

Wouldn't it be like a man?

If you make a mistake, you must have the courage to take it!

What's more, isn't the record of clean sheets in Serie A held by your players?

What are you panicking about?

Even if your new players don't break records, aren't the records still in your club's hands?

Don't be too greedy!

The Inter players took the opportunity to get together to discuss who would take the ball.

According to common sense, this goal was made by Ronaldo, and he is also qualified to take the penalty. But according to the round in the Inter team, it should be Zamorano to play. And in addition to the above two, Zanetti and Djokaeff all want to play this ball.

The reason is also very simple, they have passed the skill test, and they have no "personal enmity" with Ou Chuliang, and it is easy to calm down when facing Ou Chuliang.

And most importantly, it's a great opportunity to make a name for yourself. Ronaldo is already known to the world, and this reputation can be divided somewhat.

So everyone else has the mentality of giving it a try, and they all take the initiative to come forward and ask for kicks.

Looking at his teammates around him with all kinds of thoughts, Ronaldo took the initiative to pick up the ball and said slowly: "I made this ball, I want to kick this penalty myself!" ”

"I don't care so much about fame, but I want to score in Europe, even if it's just a point!"

"I'm a professional footballer and I put the collective good first, I don't get bothered by other factors, and I hope people will believe me."

"Last but not least, I have absolute confidence in myself! Even if I don't score it, I'm confident I'll make up for it in the next games! ”

After Ronaldo finished speaking, the others stopped squeaking.

That last sentence is something that few people dare to say in today's Serie A, except for Ronaldo.

Although the aliens have not scored a goal against Ou Chulian so far, all the fans do not think that he will stop there.

What's more, now everyone's eyes are on Ronaldo, and everyone is expecting a goal.

Zanetti and Djokaev looked at each other and shook their heads.

The fans in the North Stand are already chanting Ronaldo's name, and at this moment, only a superstar like Ronaldo can withstand the pressure!

"Okay Ronnie, come on!"

"Come on! We believe in you! ”

"Come on!"

With the support of his teammates, Ronaldo held the ball, walked out of the crowd and placed the ball on the penalty spot.

The other Inter players slowly exited the penalty area and found a good position to stand still.

"Oh?! Inter Milan have already decided who will take the penalty. ”

"It's Ronaldo! He's going to take the penalty himself! ”

Ronaldo's standing on the penalty spot is not surprising, in fact he would be surprising if he doesn't step up.

If he hadn't taken the penalty himself, the fans would have either suspected that he was injured or would have had to suspect that he had retreated. Only a small wave of fans will think that Ronaldo does not take penalties seriously and has to score goals in sports battles. This kind of fan doesn't understand football at all, at best it's just Ronaldo's licking dog!

On the pitch, what is the difference between a penalty kick and a goal in a sports game?

As long as the ball is scored within the rules, it is a goal!

Win or lose, that's all!

"Oh, the rest is up to you!" Maldini knew that he couldn't dodge, so he came behind Ouchulian and pinched his shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we did our best......" Costa Kuta sighed as well, not knowing why he was apologizing. Time passed so slowly at this moment, even if the teammates kept "explaining" around the referee, the time check was only more than half an hour.

At this moment, the referee did not tire of noon. In front of the Milan fans, another yellow card was shown above Boban's head.

Ambrosini's yellow card was for handball in the box, while Boban's yellow card was for interfering with the game to delay time.

Seeing that the referee really gave him a topaz card, Boban's face changed, and he seemed to be really angry: "Hey, referee, why give me a yellow card?" ”

"You explain to me, explain to me!"

Seeing this, Guli hurriedly grabbed Boban, who was afraid that Boban would anger the already impatient referee again and cause irreparable consequences for Milan.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep!"

A series of whistles blew and the referee signaled for the other insignificant players to exit the box.

Ou Chulian put Maldini's hand off his shoulder: "Captain, don't worry. The rest of the way, I'll walk by myself! ”

Looking at Ou Chuliang's always resolute gaze, Maldini and Costa Kuta glanced at each other, and the two nodded one after another and walked towards the outside of the penalty area.

In front of the goal, only Ou Chuliang was left.

AC Milan, send only one person to face the aliens.

Whew, whew......

Suddenly the wind picked up in São Paulo.

A gust of wind came in front of them, and the Milan fans behind the goal subconsciously covered their eyes.

When they saw the world again, they suddenly found that Ou Chuliang was the only one left in front of the Milan goal.

Ou Chuliang single-handedly single-handedly single-handedly took on the entire blue and black!

Suddenly, a Milan fan erupted.

"Oh, no!"

"We can't let Ou face Inter alone!"

"That's right! Milan is ours and we all belong to Milan! ”

"This moment. We also have an obligation to stand up and defend Milan! ”

"Milan, Milan, Milan!!"

The fans suddenly became irritable and shouted loudly one by one.

Among them are some extreme fans and some speculators, who throw whatever debris they can throw at the stadium.

Some of these fans are die-hard Milan loyalists, some are gamblers who have bought lottery tickets, and some of them have already become angry when they saw Boban eating cards, and they have exploded now.

Amid the cacophony of Milan fans, rolls of paper, colored sticks, glasses, and even beer bottles were thrown into the field, including a banana that crossed the net and smashed at Occhulian's feet.

When a smoking fireworks stick fell into the field, the referee couldn't hold back anymore and hurriedly blew the game off.

At the referee's signal, the cleaning staff hurriedly entered the field to clean up the debris and take the dangerous goods out of the court.

The Milan fans behind the goal were even more excited to see this scene, and they threw a wave of cleaning waves, although the things at hand were limited, but the fans began to throw with regularity and command. Every time, just throw out the garbage that has to be cleaned up, and then wait for the cleaning staff to clean it up before continuing to throw it away.

Soon, both sides of the Milan goal were bustling like a wet market.

"Hey, hurry up, throw it, throw it quickly!"

"Let them have to suspend the game!"

"So Ou has a chance!"

"Try harder, hey, who's got the fireworks sticks? That thing works best! ”

"Save it, don't throw it all at once!"

Milan fans were unusually excited, and they seemed to have found a way to "control the game" on their own.

Although this method is not appropriate, it can at least achieve the purpose of delaying the time.

Looking at the ticking time on the timer, the Milan fans were even more excited.

And the Inter fans cursed all the Milan players and fans, and even many of them banged on the fence, wanting to jump down and rush over to fight with the Milan fans on the opposite side!

"Oh, do you think you'll be able to get away with it? What should come will come. ”

Ronaldo was not disturbed by the fans, he stood behind the penalty spot, some distance from the goal and the stands.

He also doesn't care if Ouchulian will actually break the Serie A record, which is not important at all in the eyes of their outfield players, because it is a goalkeeper record that they will never touch in their lifetime.

Ronaldo has no particular idea of stopping anyone else from breaking the record, in his opinion. If a striker insists on achieving certain personal wishes on the pitch, it is unprofessional.

A professional footballer should abandon all personal honor and disgrace on the field and serve the team in everything.

In this way, he has the possibility of becoming a great footballer.

Occhulian ignored Ronaldo, he had a scale in his heart.

In the busy figure of the staff, Ou Chuliang slowly bent down and picked up the banana under his feet. Peeling off the banana peel, Ou Chuliang ate it in three or two bites in front of the fans.

Then, Ou Chuliang joined the group of cleaning staff, and even worked harder than them to clean.

"Oh, get out of here!"

"It's dangerous here, you're a player on the field, you shouldn't do it! Leave it to us! ”

The cleaning staff walked up and dissuaded him, while standing in front of Ou Chuliang, looking at the stands with a wary face.

"It's okay, I want to resume playing as soon as possible, it's always faster to have one more person to help."

Ou Chuliang ignored it, and directly took out a ball of tissue paper from the goal and stuffed it into the garbage bag behind the billboard.

With the addition of Ou Chuliang, the cleaning progress is significantly faster.

On the one hand, it was because there was an extra person to help, and on the other hand, because some fans in the stands stopped their hands.

"Hey, you throw, throw! You still have three rolls of paper in your hand, why don't you throw them away? Pat was anxious and saw that the cleaning was about to be cleaned up, but the fans behind him did not make a move.

"Nope. I won't throw it! William shook his head and said, "I'm here to support the team, not to disrupt the game!" Didn't you just see that lighter almost hit Central Europe? If he is really smashed, who will defend the ball? What about the competition? What about Milan? ”

"Oh! Shet, Fack! Are you stupid? What if you hit Ou? He's just a foreign goalkeeper! What's the big deal? What's more, wouldn't it be better if it really hurt him? Won't his clean sheet record be maintained if he is replaced? Sing casually for a few minutes in the next game, isn't the Serie A record his? ”

Hearing such an answer, William's eyes widened as he looked at the other party.

This moment. It is clear who is a diehard Milan loyalist and who is a gambler who buys balls in the south stand!

Those fans who gambled on red eyes didn't care about this game, they didn't care about Milan's next league, and they forgot about the league championship and the centennial celebrations.

All they thought about was the money in their pockets and the economic benefits that Ou Chulian could bring to them by breaking the record.

Gradually, the real fans stopped cooperating with themselves. The gamblers began to become more agitated, and they even tried to tear down the seats and throw them down, continuing to stall for time.

Just as the cleaning staff took the opportunity to clean up the field, Ou Chuliang suddenly stretched out his hand and waved at the fans in the stands.

It's too far away and too noisy, and it's hard for a player to get his voice out there.

But under everyone's attention, Ou Chuliang's right hand grabbed the void, clenched his fist, and slowly put his hand on his chest.

There is the Milan crest there, and there is also the heart of Ouchulian.

At this moment, almost all fans were stunned. A few extremists also stopped their movements under the uniforms of others.

Ou Chuliang looked at the fans deeply, and the fans also looked back at Ou Chuliang.

Half a day. Ou Chuliang opened his mouth. Although the fans at the height of the stands couldn't hear the sound, they could clearly hear three words from Ou Chuliang's mouth.

"Trust me!"

Looking at Ou Chuliang's determined eyes, both William and Pat put down their hands and did not squeak.

The fans stopped rioting, and Ou Chuliang turned around and walked to the goal step by step.

Tie your horse and spread your arms out, ready to go.

San Siro, who had been noisy just now, suddenly fell into silence, so quiet that he could hear even a pin drop on the ground.

The Milan fans are no longer rioting, and the Inter fans are not cursing.

All eyes on the Milan goal, waiting for the game to continue.

At 25:14, less than two minutes before Ou Chuliang broke the record, but it was more than enough for a penalty.

Unless the referee also helps Milan, using his authority to award the first few goals in a row does not count, and the time is dragged on.

But looking at the performance of the referee in this game, it is clear that he is not towards Milan.

In the reporter's area, Duan Quan wanted to swallow his saliva, but he couldn't swallow it when he reached his throat, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

In the bedroom, the white squad leader covered his face with his hands and looked at the screen through his fingers.

In the living room, Huang Wu and the others also straightened their waists, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

At this moment, whether it was San Siro or China, the fans all closed their mouths and stared at the Milan goal.

In the next second, a crisp whistle sounded over San Siro.

"Beep !!"