In front of the coach's box, the players sit in a circle.

Villas-Boas is laying out the sequence of players for the penalty shootout.

There are five penalty shootouts in which five players from each side are awarded, making a total of ten players to take penalties.

It's a brutal mix of technique, psychology and even luck.

Anything less can be a failure.

Boas held a notebook in his hand and was frowning as he selected five capable men.

In his vision, Harry. Harry Kane, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Alderved, Gonzalo Higuain and Christian Eriksen are the best candidates.

But the problem is that Ibrahimovic was injured in extra-time and now he needs to pick a player.

Everywhere Boas's eyes looked, most people were bowing their heads, even Son Heung-min and Dele. The same goes for Ali.

It's a penalty shootout.

And it was a penalty shoot-out in the Champions League final.

If you don't do it well, you can be ruined.

If you don't have enough courage and self-confidence, no one dares to stand on the penalty spot, so Son Heung-min and Dele. Ali was instigated.

Boas shook his head as well.

If you don't believe in yourself, how can you convince others.

He shifted his gaze to the next one, and met a pair of piercing eyes.

Ahem.......

Boas couldn't help but let out an embarrassed cough.

Yi Le's eyes were shining, and he looked eager to try, as if he would say, 'Choose me!' Pick me! Pick me! 'General.

Yi Le's eyes widened as he tried to show Boas what he wanted.

Now he really wants to get to the penalty spot.

Now I'm open, full of attribute points of shooting, in front of myself like this, Harry. Kane is a stinky brother!

Pick me!

I'm really strong!

However, Boas decisively turned his head.

Yi Le's cheeks twitched, only to see him purse his lips and get up directly, stepped forward and said, "Boss, I can!" ”

Boas turned his head with a look of resentment and said, "Yi, now is not the time to joke. ”

Looking at Boas's obviously distrustful expression, Yi Le scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, how to explain this.

Tell him he's hanging?

Full of attributes!

How to kick a penalty, how to score!

Why don't you believe me?

Yi Le chased after him again and said, "Boss, you can really trust me, I didn't lie to you, I really can." ”

Boas frowned and looked at Yile, who hesitated because of the other party's insistence.

In fact, even if you look for someone else, the people present are either inexperienced or unskilled.

Torres is one of the few people who has experience and skill, but now he has no mentality.

Boas pursed his lips and made a final struggle: "There is still a spot, who wants to play?" ”

There was a dead silence at the scene, and after a while there was a sound of excitement.

"I, I, I, I, I!"

Yi Lego raised his hand as if he was afraid that Boas would not see him.

Boas shook his forehead and had a headache!

In the end, in desperation, Boas could only count Yile into it.

Lead a small team of five people to sit in a circle.

Villas-Boas said: "The last ball, who kicked it? ”

Hearing this, the crowd fell silent again.

Harry. Kane was silent because he needed to take the first penalty.

It's a crucial goal that has to be scored or it will be very demoralizing.

"I can!"

The sudden sound made Boas's cheeks twitch again.

Yi Le said with a serious face; "Boss, you have to believe me, I've been practicing shooting hard during this time, I've made great progress, look at my shots."

Villas-Boas recalled that Yile's long-range shots, and although he only scored one goal, most of the time it was a last resort attempt with no chance at all.

But even so, Yile was able to kick within the range of the goal frame, forcing Navas to almost collapse, and his footwork and condition were very hot.

Thinking of this, Boas couldn't help but wonder: "Can you really do it?" ”

Yi Le nodded solemnly; "Yes! Chief! ”

"Okay!"

Villas-Boas said: "The first penalty taker, Harry. Kane. ”

"Understood!"

"Second penaltyman, Higuain!"

"Okay!"

"Third penalty taker, Aldved!"

"Fourth free-thrower, Elkeson."

"Fifth penalty taker....." Boas said, glancing at Yi Le; Easy! ”

After that, he added: "Now the fate of the team is in your hands, Lloris will try to save the ball, but you also need to score penalties, at this moment, you can only believe in yourself. ”

"Understood!" The crowd shouted in unison.

"Good." Villas-Boas will report the order of penalties that have been prepared.

At this time, Michelle walked over, saw Yi Le squatting aside for stretching exercises, and frowned; "Are you sure you want Yi to go up and kick? His shot..."

"There is no other choice." Boas smiled wryly; "We can't trust someone who doesn't even believe in us."

Michelle; “.......”

"But let's be the last free thrower, isn't it..."

"I'm betting! Bet on the four of them to play a penalty shoot-out, or we'll lose in the end, so we'll either win the game before we get on or lose the game outright. Boas grinned, "Actually, it's the same for everyone else!" ”

Michelle pondered for a moment and said, "I see." ”

......

"The game has entered the most brutal stage, and the players of either Real Madrid and Tottenham Hotspur will suffer a lot!"

"A brutal penalty shootout is about to begin!"

The camera begins to close-up, whether it is Tottenham or Real Madrid's ten penalty takers, with a solemn look on their faces.

The atmosphere was very depressing, there were no cheers, no shouts.

The vast Millennium Stadium was as silent as death.

All eyes were on the pitch, and under the leadership of the referee, 10 players from Tottenham and Real Madrid were already standing in the centre circle.

Tottenham: Harry. Kane, Higuain, Alderved, Elkeson, Yile.

Real Madrid: Vazquez, Marcelo, Bale, Ramos, Cristiano Ronaldo.

Real Madrid's penalty takers are exactly the same as those in the last Champions League final.

Vázquez's youngster is back in the first penalty taker position, apparently looking to replicate the line-up that won the title last year.

......

The players on both sides stand in a straight line in the centre circle, rubbing each other's shoulders against the goal of the upcoming penalty, and the only thing they can rely on is their teammates.

Real Madrid took the lead in the penalty kick, the first penalty taker, Vázquez.

Vázquez broke away from the team and walked slowly to the court.

Tottenham goalkeeper Lloris also came to goal.

The two sides are facing each other.

The atmosphere at the scene was even more oppressive, the fans were silent, they kept absolute silence, and even held their breath.

The referee looked at both sides, then took a few steps back and blew the whistle.

Beep!!

Vázquez runs and slams into the ball!

It was a shot from the bottom left corner, from a tricky angle, but Lloris didn't react.

Real Madrid took the lead with a goal.

1:0

The pressure is on Tottenham's side.

"I'll score!"

Harry. Kane left only those words and walked to the free throw box.

Navas squinted at Harry. Kane, slap your hands hard!

Beep!!!

Harry. Kane runs up and pushes into the bottom right corner.

Navas did not react.

Call!!!! ——

The whole stadium was a sigh of relief from Tottenham fans.

On the on-site commentary platform, Huang Jianxiang also grinned: "This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if the heart is being pinched, Tottenham's every shot makes me tremble, can they win this goal battle?" ”

"The penalty shootout adopts the 'sudden death method', and there is a difference of two goals between the two sides, that is, 2:0, 3:1, 4:2 are all the sudden death of the other side who has scored fewer goals and loses the game." Duan Xuan suddenly shouted, "Come on!" Tottenham! Come on! Easy Joy! ”

Zhang Lu was speechless, he stared at the court, his fists clenched, and even trembling a little.

He is typical, representing the psychological state of the Tottenham fans throughout the stadium and the supporters of the Eile.

That's the penalty shootout!

A thrilling game of skill, psychology and luck!

Harry. Kane managed to get a goal.

Both sides 1:1

Under pressure, Marcelo walked to the penalty spot, and as a team favorite, Marcelo can be described as a 'thousand favorites', as a full-back, his footwork is excellent, so he is responsible for the second goal.

Lloris was back in front of goal and, unlike the inaction of the previous time, he was extremely positive on this goal.

He began to shake his body to put pressure on the free-thrower.

Marcelo always stared at the ball, did not look at the goal, and did not give Lloris the slightest flaw.

Beep!!!

Marcelo run-up, free throws.

It's the bottom left corner again.

Lloris was right, he pounced on the left side but couldn't save the penalty.

But Lloris' reaction also put a lot of psychological pressure on Marcelo and the Real Madrid players.

2:1

Higuain stepped forward silently.

Running free throws!

The ball is in!

2:2

Higuain waved his arms vigorously but didn't celebrate too much, turning back into the middle circle line.

Real Madrid penalty kick.

The penalty taker was Bell.

Bale's expression was very solemn, in fact, this game meant a lot to him, one was the current team, and the other was his old club.

But he understands that now he needs to put those feelings aside and he needs to score this penalty.

Bale sets the ball up and slowly backs away.

Look at the goal.

Lloris looked extremely aggressive, and among the Real Madrid players, he undoubtedly knows Bale.

Bale runs, volleys!

It's a powerful volley from the top right corner!

Lori moved to the right side with both feet, leaping sharply.

Bang!!!

The sound made Bell's feet go limp, and then he saw Lori leap up from the ground with a tumbling and roaring with excitement.

The Tottenham fans erupted in loud cheers.

Bale misses a penalty!

This puts a lot of pressure on Real Madrid.

They don't have any chance of making mistakes anymore.