The Tottenham fans at the scene shouted hard.

They waved their momentum vigorously and cheered for the home team.

These two attacks, although goalless, have found a familiar flavor.

Tottenham's unreasonable attack is starting to emerge.

This is excellent news for them.

They felt they were very close to scoring.

'These two attempts were good, Tottenham are gradually finding the attacking feeling, but there are also problems, the strikers don't seem to be excited, Son Heung-min's shot is too positive, Harry. Kane was also slightly suppressed, and he would definitely be able to catch up with the through ball just now. ”

Huang Jianxiang frowned; "I don't know if it's a hidden danger, but this is the stage of the final, there is no room for mistakes, Tottenham's forward line exposed this problem in these two attacks, if it is replaced by Cristiano Ronaldo....."

In fact, he is quite happy to see Yile and Ronaldo become teammates.

One thief can deliver bread, and the other thief can eat bread.

It's a match made in heaven!

Of course, the possibility of Yile moving to Real Madrid is also slim.

......

Ronaldo also looked at Yi Le, and there was some appreciation in his eyes.

For Yile, Ronaldo has heard of each other's names a long time ago, not to mention winning the Golden Boy Award last year, and the whole Europe is mostly about Yile.

Of course, Ronaldo doesn't pay much attention to the awards, his focus is on strength.

Yile's ability in midfield is admirable, especially for a striker like Cristiano Ronaldo who has transformed himself into a pie-eating type.

If Yile adds himself, it is simply like a tiger with wings.

Sadly, the two are now rivals.

Of course, if Yi Le is willing to come to Real Madrid, he is also willing to negotiate with the coaching staff for Yi Le.

After all, for Cristiano Ronaldo, he needs to score, and Yi Le can make him score.

And he always hates Yile, maybe he belongs to the same kind of person as Yile.

He'd heard before that Yi Le was a training maniac.

For this kind of player, Ronaldo simply doesn't like it too much.

He's a fitness freak himself, and his teammates are always complaining that he's taking them to work out and imposing high-intensity training tasks on him.

But Ronaldo wondered, isn't it nice to train it?

Therefore, he is naturally extremely optimistic about like-minded strangers like Yile, and the strength of the other party is also so strong.

Ronaldo licked his lips, he had already thought about asking Yi Le for contact information after the game, and took advantage of the holiday to have a pleasant training together.

......

In the corner of the South Stand, two elderly people sit in the area of neutral fans watching the game.

The two old men, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, did not react much to the game in the arena.

One of the old men, wearing a hat and sunglasses, watched the game and applauded from time to time.

The other old man was writing something with his head down, as if he was recording some data.

After a while, the old man in sunglasses said, "Marcy, how are you observing?" ”

Madaloni raised his head, saw his gray hair, pushed the glasses on his nose, and said: "Man, I need some time, but he definitely belongs to the A-level midfielder, and even some abilities have reached the level of A+, of course, the shortcomings are also obvious, his shot is only B." ”

In data management in football, there is no definition of an S level, and the highest level is an A.

After a while, Madaloni put down his pen with a snap and said with a smile: "Completely satisfied, he is very malleable, and he is the kind of natural core!" ”

The old man in sunglasses seemed to trust this old fellow very much, and nodded with a smile: "Then let's put down our work and enjoy this Champions League final, who do you think can win?" ”

"Real Madrid!"

The old man in sunglasses smiled and said, "I think it's Tottenham, should we make a bet?" ”

"Bet on what?"

"I remember that you had a dry red wine from Château Lafite in your cellar in 1787, and we ....."

"Impossible!"

Before he finished speaking, an old man was like a cat with his tail stepped on, and his hair was fried.

"Maschello, I warn you, don't beat that bottle of wine with the idea! Unless you want to duel with me! ”

Mascello. Lippi: "......."

......

Yi Le on the field did not know that he was being targeted by the football bigwigs, and at this time his head was full of how to hit the ball into the opponent's goal.

The game is 30 minutes.

Real Madrid launched a wide attack, Isco broke through with the ball, and Tottenham full-back Kyle. Walker retreated quickly, and he immediately posted it.

Isco changed direction twice in a row, but he couldn't shake off Kyle. Walker.

Seeing that he couldn't break through, Isco only had to kick the ball to Ronaldo in the middle, and Ronaldo pulled the ball and turned around, transferred it directly, and passed the ball to Benzema.

As soon as Benzema got the ball, Verhengton rushed over.

Benzema had no choice but to pass back to Modric.

But Modric didn't choose to pass back, but pushed the ball and rolled it straight into the box.

Ronaldo came out of the crowd, and when he saw that he was about to form a single knife, Lori attacked decisively, pounced fiercely, the ball was saved, and Ronaldo also fell to the ground!

A beep whistle sounds.

The referee came slowly.

"Penalty !!"

The Real Madrid fans shouted violently.

"Fake !!"

Tottenham fans are also in charge.

Fans on both sides frantically put pressure on the referee....

Ronaldo sat on the ground, he didn't say anything, but his expression revealed a helpless wry smile, and he shook his head slightly as if he had been violated.

The Dutch referee also hesitated slightly, and then pointed to Tottenham's big penalty area and blew the whistle!

"No!!!!!! You stupid pig!! It's not a penalty, it's a fake fall!! 'Lawrence was sitting in the stands at Tottenham and he was going crazy.

Tottenham are already one goal behind, and adding this penalty is tantamount to adding insult to injury.

It was their first Champions League final and there was hope that they didn't want it to end there.

Tottenham fans were also shouting angrily, with insults, threats, and angry roars coming constantly, and at this moment, they felt like they were going to be blown up.

Tottenham players gathered around the referee in an instant.

The Dutch referee raised his hands slightly, closed his eyes, and said, 'I don't listen!' I don't listen! 'Look.

The decision was decided, and under the desperate eyes of Tottenham fans, Ronaldo stood in the penalty area.

He pulled up his pants slightly, revealing his strong and powerful thigh muscles, which were tense and full of visual impact.

The referee took one look at Ronaldo and blew the whistle.

Cristiano Ronaldo started to run and jerked it over.

The ball raced towards the left, and Lloris was right, but the shot was too powerful and too fast, and it went into the net before he could touch it.

Beep!!!!

The goal is valid.

In the first half, Real Madrid led Tottenham 2-0.

......

Cristiano!!!

Cristiano!!!

Cristiano!!!

Cristiano!!!

The Real Madrid fans were crazy with joy, they felt that the championship was beckoning to them, and they were infinitely close to the championship.

On the other hand, Tottenham fans were quiet, holding their heads and looking pained.

Even Tottenham's players are a little confused, they played too passively in this game.

And can't take the chance.

Is it really going to lose?

For some reason, most Tottenham players are feeling tired at this point.

It's not physical fatigue, it's mental fatigue, and the whole person seems to be crushed.

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