Real Madrid were also in no hurry to kick off, and they also took advantage of the dead ball to drink, catch their breath and listen to the instructions of their manager Carlo.

After the game restarted, Real Madrid controlled the ball at the back and were not in a hurry to attack.

With almost 40 minutes left in stoppage time, anything can happen, and Real Madrid are also old giants and will not mess up with an own goal at all.

It's just a tie now, and even if the aggregate score is behind, they won't rush to kick and give up possession.

Real Madrid's fans are one of the most discerning in the world, demanding not only for their home team to win, but also for their home team.

That's why Real Madrid's manager changes regularly.

After Carlo took charge this season, he could not fully meet the needs of fans, but his Real Madrid played quite well, and the possession statistics were also quite impressive.

After a jolt in midfield, Real Madrid suddenly picked up the pace, Zinedine Zidane's long pass to the right side of the penalty area, and Beckham stopped the ball and crossed. Raul regained the upper hand in the battle with McCone at the back post, where he got stuck and jumped up and headed home.

However, Cesar was very focused and blocked the ball with one punch.

Coincidentally, the football flew in the direction of Ronaldo, and Ronaldo didn't wait for the football to hit the ground, and directly raised his leg to volley at a small angle.

Cesar may be facing a rival in love, with a buff of added state, and when ordinary people think it is impossible to react, he stretches out his leg to block the ball, and the football hits his leg and refracts, grazing the post and rolling out of the bottom line.

Mancini stood up, grim with fear, and was not seated back in the dugout until David Beckham whipped in a corner and hit the edge of the area, where Gravison ended the attack with a ridiculously wide long-range strike.

He saw clearly that Ronaldo was obviously blocked by Cordoba just now, but at that moment, the alien flexibly jumped in front of Cordoba and grabbed the goal.

Córdoba is not yet 30 years old, just in the prime of life, and can be said to be the peak of a defender. His bounce, anticipation, tackles, headers and more are outstanding, and he is a world-class defender. It's a pity that the world-class defender is like paper paste in front of Ronaldo.

Ronaldo, who is in good form, is terrifying.

Mancini looked at Ricardo with eager anticipation.

For the past few days, he has been working on decompressing Ricardo. Because he believes that a normal Licardo can lead the team through the hurdle of Real Madrid.

Yes, Ricardo is not as good as Ronaldo, there is still some way to go. But Real Madrid's defenders are worse than Inter Milan's.

If you use deductive reasoning to judge, Ronaldo can eat Inter Milan's defenders raw, and Ricardo can also eat Real Madrid's defenders raw.

At this time, it depends on who is in better shape between Ronaldo and Ricardo, who will break through the opponent's goal first.

Licardo, you don't always want to be the hero of the team...... Because you're already the hero of the team! Just bring out your normal level! Mancini's gaze retracted and he began to carefully observe every corner of the pitch and the movement of each player.

In the 61st minute, Ricardo connected two people on the left and passed the ball to the edge of the six-yard box. Adriano pressed Ramos for a header, but Casillas came in time to interfere with Adriano's header and the ball narrowly missed the post.

Real Madrid were quick to return the colours, and a minute later David Beckham found Ronaldo in the box with his Tomahawk-precision free-kick, who headed over the crossbar.

Not to be outdone, Inter finally found a gap after a patient inverted pass, with Figo sprinting the ball near the baseline on the right side of the penalty area.

McCone plugged in at high speed, and the ball was swept to the goal, like a pass and a shot, full of power.

Casillas spotted the ball and was about to bend down to hold it, but Elgra scrambled to drive the ball just outside the box. Elgra didn't know what was going on behind him, he didn't know that Casillas was ready, he was in a hurry to clear the ball, and the ball was not far away.

On the edge of the box, several players collided together, but it was Stankovic who got to the ball first and pushed it back into the box.

Ricardo leaned back hard, holding Salgado tightly, and the ball was flying in his direction.

At this moment, he forgot that this was the semi-final of the Champions League, that the situation of the team was unfavorable, and that he had vowed to make Ronaldo regret it...... All he had in his eyes was football, and several options for dealing with the ball flashed in his mind, but he didn't think about each of them, because the field was changing rapidly, and the next moment maybe the opponent's position would change, causing the plan to be invalid.

At such times, the factors that determine whether a striker can be imflexible and can hit the ball into the goal no matter what happens, in addition to the basics, are talent.

Is Ricardo gifted?

When the ball was in front of him, he cushioned the ball with his chest, then lifted his thigh, flipped the ball around, and made a gesture to turn around and volley with his right foot.

Salgado immediately jumped to his feet and blocked the bullet hole with his body. But Ricardo's right foot suddenly slowed down, and he turned into a pick, and flicked the ball to his left to shoot at goal.

Baptista pounced from the side, stretched out a long leg and vowed to block Ricardo's shot.

In an instant, Ricardo's left foot hooked the ball back, his left foot quickly turned into a support leg, and his right foot quickly swung slightly, and his toe poked the football.

Casillas' vision was blocked, and by the time he saw the ball and wanted to react again, it was too late, and the ball was already close at hand.

In fact, in order to pursue the angle, he kicked the ball over in the gap between the two, Licardo did not exert his strength, the speed of the ball was not fast, but the distance was too close, and Casillas was known for his quick reaction, and he could not do anything.

“Goal！！！！！！！” The commentator tore his throat and shouted, like a drunk who was shouting all the way through the microphone in a KTV, no matter if he broke the tone, no matter if he changed his tune, no matter whether he was incoherent or not, "Licardo Goal!" God, oh God! What kind of goal is this! I'm indescribable! Indescribable greatness! Oh my God, oh my God, I can't believe my eyes! ”

"Super, super, super genius goal! At this moment, Licardo is like a combination of Ronaldo and Ronaldinho! No one has ever questioned his talent, no one has questioned his imagination, but now it seems that we have always underestimated him! ”

"The alien's younger brother is really an alien!"

"It's a goal that can compete for the best goal in the Champions League this season!"