Like a lightning bolt, the ball coolly circled the side of the wall, then continued to spin and plunged headlong into Real Madrid's white net, to which Casillas did not react.

He didn't expect the trajectory of the ball to be like this!

The live broadcast footage played the goal over and over again, and it was a goal that could be called one of the top ten free kicks of the season, and it was extremely beautiful.

Whether it is the two sides against the opponent, the timing of the game, the position of the penalty shot, the trajectory of the ball, or the reaction of the defenders, it is destined to be a classic of this goal.

Especially with Macqin's now full of ** actions, the players of Atletico Madrid followed the 18th who made the "shut up" action and ran to the sidelines to celebrate.

"Mark, Mark, we rarely see a Mark like this", Maria roared frantically, "the Madrid derby has finally shown its rightful face, Atletico Madrid has become a presence capable of challenging Real Madrid"

"Oh oh, it's so beautiful", Morrison shook his head and sighed, "It's a fatal blow to Real Madrid, they just got sent off a man and they were immediately overtaken by the score"

The Bernabeu was silent at first, only the few Atletico Madrid fans were cheering and seething, and then a deafening boo broke out, and it was like a waterfall!

For many years, no one dared to provoke them here!

But behind this boo, is there still a trace of worry and fear? Will they still be reminded of that night of extermination, still the 18th?

It's not enough to destroy the last issue of the Galactic Battleship, is it necessary to destroy this issue again? Nobody knows!

It's just that all the commentators and fans have seen Mackin wantonly driving his kingly power in the green shade of the Bernabeu with a posture rarely seen before.

I scored a goal and that's how I want to celebrate!

My teammates are on the bus to the hospital right now, so shut the fuck up for me!

He has never been as angry as he is now, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, shit, it must have been what Mourinho said at halftime, Real Madrid obviously increased the pressing action in the second half!

Mata is the Spanish player in the team and Mack Qin is very close, watching him leave the field like ashes, his chest is about to explode, only professional players know what a serious injury means!

That's probably a whole career.

Who would have thought that David Silva used to be a speed winger before his serious injury? Mackin doesn't want Mata to suffer the same nightmare, not everyone will survive.

He went straight around the pitch half a circle, did not stop until he was on the bench, and then hugged his teammates on the bench wildly, he didn't know that his crazy actions not only surprised many people who had watched him for many years, but also made his Atletico Madrid teammates feel a warm current in their hearts.

They all know why, despite his young age, he is already a competent captain!

Real Madrid's players were both angry and aggrieved, playing like this at the Bernabeu was something they never expected before the start of the second half, and many even began to complain in their hearts about Pepe's recklessness, if they ended up losing this game, he would definitely be to blame.

"Do you want him to start a war here? He's been celebrating for too long and he's still provoking our fans", Mourinho angrily complained to the fourth official, "you should give him a yellow card and send him off......

The referee also felt that letting such an overwhelming boo at the Bernabeu continue, which would bring endless problems to the rest of the game, so he ran to the sidelines and urged the Atletico players to hurry back and kick off.

"Mr. Ma's wonderful arc helped Atletico Madrid overtake the score", Zhan Jun relieved the excitement just now and continued to explain, "In less than 10 minutes of the second half, Real Madrid was overtaken and played one less"

"Eh", Zhang Lu continued, "The situation has changed abruptly, Mourinho's halftime arrangements are estimated to be all disrupted, whether there is a chance to equalize, now they have to think about how to defend, don't lose too ugly, otherwise two big losses in a short period of time, it is estimated that Real Madrid's life will not be easy"

It's just that the eyes of Makqin in the stadium are burning with blazing fire, indicating that this is not over yet!

"Press, press, leave someone in the backfield to guard against Ronaldo", as soon as the ball was kicked off, Mack Qin shouted and ran towards Real Madrid's half, not grabbing at this time, but when.

For the first time in the whole game, the players in the red and white quiver invaded the white hinterland, the unscrupulous invasion, the madness of the invasion, and the chilling atmosphere of taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

"Real Madrid, Real Madrid are in danger, they were pressed back into their box almost the moment they restarted, Atletico Madrid's pressing was absolutely crazy, Ramos could only drive forward with one big foot", Maria exclaimed.

The depressed Ronaldo jumped up and fought for the top in frustration, he won the top, but no one helped him grab the second point, no one was more depressed than him in the second half, and he was still holding his breath and waiting to beat Makqin!

But what the hell is this? Shit, Pepe, if it weren't for the fact that he was Portuguese, a club teammate and a national team teammate, or a personal friend, Ronaldo would probably have scolded directly.

Real Madrid's defensive formation at the back is only enough for them to hold the penalty area, Ronaldo pushes to the middle of the front, Diarra, who has just been replaced in the second half, can only fill the position of left midfielder, and Atletico Madrid's two full-backs have almost become wingers.

Jose Mourinho watched the stormy defence from the sidelines nervously, and it would be false to say that he was not worried about the collapse of his team.

They are actually similar to Atletico Madrid, who have only been in the army for 3 months, and he is now eager to end the game immediately, even if he loses 1-2, he admits it.

Only now he still has his head held high, as if he is contemptuous of all this, as if his opponent stole a victory from the Bernabeu by despicable means, and he has a way to divert attention after the game.

"Forlan, ...... long-range shot", Maria shouted, "It's Cassie again, he flew to save the ball off the line, Diarra made up for the wing, making Real Madrid's back area empty again, completely unable to resist Mark's scheduling, and Ronaldo can only play a harassing role when he comes back"

Casillas got up, slapped his face and yelled angrily, his eyes were red, he was also in a hurry, Macqin had given him too many unpleasant experiences.

In Liverpool, in England, and now at Atletico Madrid, he doesn't want to repeat this process over and over again.

At this time, Ancelotti on the sidelines touched his chin and turned his head to let Costa on the bench prepare, it is useless to leave so many people behind, and now they need a fulcrum in the penalty area.

From Mackqin's expression, you can tell that he is not done yet, even if Ancelotti feels that the end of the score is acceptable, but this is what he is good at.

Coax the core, coax the players, and coax them to work for themselves.

"Atletico are going to make a substitution, Costa is going to ...... Replace Martinez, replace a midfielder, it seems that they are not satisfied with this scoreline, they are going to completely attack the Bernabeu", Maria exclaimed excitedly.

Mourinho frowned, considering whether to replace Di Maria with a defender, and after a while, he secretly gritted his teeth, no, then he would be sprayed to death after the game.

The boos at the Bernabeu were almost incessant and lingering, as Real Madrid's counter-attacks were so pitiful that the ball was mostly at the feet of the pesky red and white players.

"Atletico Madrid, Atletico Madrid, we are the Atletico Madrid who always yearns for the championship", not only the Bernabeu, but also the entire city of Madrid, Atletico fans raised their arms and cheered, cheering for the team's attack wave after wave.

They are mad, mad as drunk!

Atletico Madrid don't have many fans in the world, and they don't have much of a glorious history to pull off, even though they are the third-most league winners in La Liga.

But those old stories don't inject them with any big family heritage, because they have never ruled an era, not in La Liga, let alone in Europe.

It took them nearly 70 years to win their nine La Liga titles, and the number of Champions League games is zero!

So, there's nothing more crazy about them than building on the ground, and today, at the Bernabeu, is the time to witness.

Makqin once again picked up the ball in an area of about 35 meters in the middle, facing the Real Madrid backline, and during this time, Real Madrid had almost been rolled into a piece of pancake by them at the back.

But there is no break, you have to admire Mourinho's ability to adjust the defense, extremely resilient.

Casey was also out of shape from their long-range shots, having just made back-to-back saves from Forlan, and he and Sergio Aguero had three long-range shots.

"Aguero pulled on and Mark sent the ball through", Maria explained, "Aguero was more alive when Costa came up"

Aguero took the ball in small steps and rushed directly to the replaced Arbeloa, Abelloa fought and retreated, and the moment he stopped, Aguero suddenly flicked to the bottom line.

"Aguero, eat Arbello ...... raw with explosive power", Maria was excited when she looked at it, and this instantaneous explosiveness looked very detached from the camera.

The Real Madrid backline, which kept a close distance like an equal sign, was left behind in an instant.

Sergio Aguero had done this twice on the flanks before, but unfortunately the pass did not pose a threat, and this time he chose a different approach.

"Danger, Atletico's chance", Maria screamed instantly, and Arbelloa's best flying tackle could not stop the trajectory of the ball.

He was not known for his explosiveness, but he was still a step slower after all, and the ball flew first, past his feet, and over the head of Forlan, who was close to the ribs to grab the front point, and flew directly to the right side of the arc of the big penalty area.

Costa desperately squeezed Real Madrid's two centre-backs with his body to prevent them from getting back in time.

"Block him", Cassie subconsciously yelled as he turned around, because as the ball fell, a figure had already picked up his thigh in the running against the falling ball.

Khedira, who had turned, hurried forward, closing his eyes and sending his back up, so frightened that the whole Bernabeu hung their hearts.

"Gabi ......", Maria is ready to meet a bursting volley, just like everyone in the field.

Mourinho's fist in the pocket of his trench coat clenched violently, their formation was too flat, too many gaps were bound to be exposed in front of the penalty area, and every long-range shot made him extremely worried.

He can only hope that Cassie will turn the tide again, "Gabi ......", Maria shouted abruptly again, which also made Mourinho even more desperate.

He didn't volley! Instead, he retracted his strength and sent it to the left with the arch of his foot, and after the ball avoided the jumping Khedira, he went straight to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

There was a brief vacuum!

Mackqin, who was facing the ball, even had time to stop the ball with his increasingly mastery and lightly stepped on the soles of his feet, and the ball that landed obediently stayed in front of him.

Motionless!

"Mark ......", like a tight bowstring always has a moment to release, and Maria's accumulated roar finally erupted.

took Markqin to watch his teammate Alonso's hard work, with the faces of nearly 80,000 white-clothed aristocrats in the stadium like gold paper, and even with the slightest coolness that couldn't stop rising in Mourinho's heart.

This position, this man, has no defense!

There is no "boom" roar bursting, there is no "whoosh" electric flint, Ronaldo instantly started from the periphery, and came back directly to the side of the shovel, with strong worry and unwillingness!

It's just that the flying ball didn't wait for his flying tackle to arrive, and there was nothing more simple than this kind of shot, and he gently rubbed the instep of his right foot!

The ball, flying straight past Alonso, the defender on the edge of the six-yard box and Costa, and finally Casillari's outstretched arm and disappointed eyes.

Rounded a banana arc and went straight to the goal!

"Goaaaaaal......, Mark ......", "boom", a small piece of red and white stands at the Bernabeu went into complete madness.

"The ball is in, or the fatal arc of Mr. Ma, 3:1"

"Roar, ......", the southwest storm in the city of Madrid suddenly broke out, and it fell into an even more hysterical carnival!

This is the Bernabeu.

Here I am, once again to write the conquest!

"Boom", Atletico Madrid's bench jumped up, Ancelotti shook his arms excitedly, and the captain of the Son of Poseidon took them to fly again, flying in the temple-like Bernabeu!

"Atletico Madrid has finally pried open the door of Real Madrid again, or Marc, his curling ball is the demon knife of death", Maria shouted frantically.

It's a Madrid derby not seen in decades!

Makqin ran wildly to the sideline again, and then was pulled by his more excited teammates, and fell to the ground, layer upon layer.

"Real Madrid is gone!" , Zhan Jun shouted excitedly, "Atletico Madrid has captured the Bernabeu!" ”

The lights flickered like candles at this time, reflecting the solitary figures of Real Madrid's generals inside and outside the stadium......