Villarreal, Love Song Stadium.

Ninety-three minutes into the game, stoppage time is at the end and the game could end at any time.

At this moment, the whole stadium suddenly burst into a bang, and everyone stared intently at the field, the penalty area, and Cazorla who was running diagonally!

There was a high-pitched exclamation from the narrator.

"Fan! Fan!! Fan!!! He shook off Hargreaves and Vidic tried to stop him with a tackle, but ...... The fearless Van risked being tackled and still passed the ball out! ”

"The ball flew to the back of the box, Santiago! It's San Diego! He was running towards the drop point, and he jumped! The Spanish midfielder jumped, no one could keep up with him, no one! Santiago takes the ball to the top ......"

'He got the ball on the head, the ball changed direction and rushed towards the near corner, Van der Sar waved his arms, can the Dutchman save Manchester United again? …… No! Van der Sar didn't touch the ball! The soccer ball rushed into the goal! ”

The voices of the commentators suddenly rose at this moment, and more than a dozen commentators all stood up frantically and screamed.

"He did it! San Diego did it! The goal was scored, the goal was scored...... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ The last moments, the last moments of the game, San Diego...... Cazorla, who helped Villarreal to score the second goal of the game! The yellow submarine leads by two goals! ”

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ Santiago helps Villarreal take a firm and powerful step towards Rome! They are one step away from the Champions League final! ”

"One ball wins the game and two balls win the game, the result is very different! It can be said that Villarreal has the absolute upper hand, and the people of the small town are full of confidence in entering Rome! ”

"Assists from Van and goals from Santiago! At the critical moment, the meal card combination once again broke out with unstoppable power! 2:0！ Villarreal, promotion in sight! ”

The love song stadium also exploded like a burst at this moment, crazy shouts, sharp roars, roaring songs, and the undulating yellow sea, all of which show how excited and crazy the fans are at this moment.

"Cazorla! Cazorla!! Santiago...... Cazorla! ”

"We won! We won 2:0! We are not far from the Champions League final! ”

"Hooray! Villarreal, long live! Hooray, Van ! Cazorla, hooray!! ”

On the noisy court, Cazorla, who has always been restrained and calm, got up from the ground, took off his jersey like a madman, held it in his hand, and ran while waving it. His teammates followed, surrounded him, and roared wildly along with him.

Ferguson shook his hands in swearing, Pellegrini clenched his fists and roared, and the substitutes shouted loudly behind him, raising their arms.

All the people of the small town have completely fallen into the madness of euphoria.

2:0, this advantage is not too big, but it is not small, which means that Villarreal completely occupied the first place in the two-legged knockout round, and they advanced to the Champions League final, creating a history that truly belongs to them, and the hope is greatly increased!

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When the whistle blew at the end of the game, the 2-0 score made it clear to everyone that Villarreal had triumphed, and they had taken the most solid step towards history with a victory over the mighty defending champions.

The stands on all sides of the Love Song Stadium are still like a boiling ocean, with applause, cheers and screams for a long time.

The United players left the pitch in some gloom, while the home players celebrated, ran and celebrated the important victory with the fans.

The substitutes had already rushed up and laughed with their team-mates, and Manuel Pellegrini was laughing, but all of a sudden, he saw the figure under the billboard, clapping his hands and thanking the fans, and looking up, and the smile on his face suddenly became extremely unnatural.

After thinking about it, Pellegrini walked over with his feet up.

"What are you looking for, Fan?"

Pellegrini asked a little "knowingly", hoping to hear a different answer from the other person's mouth, but he was clearly disappointed.

"I'm looking for Luna, little Luna, that cute little girl." Fan Bizhuang grabbed his jersey in one hand and the match ball in the other, and raised it, "Ha, I have prepared a gift for my little Luna, the match jersey and the match ball, I think she will like this, she will cherish it for the rest of her life." ”

The worst thing he feared was that he still underestimated the importance of little Luna in Fan Bizhuang's heart, and Pellegrini only felt as if his heart was being clutched by a big hand. After a moment's hesitation, Pellegrini decided to tell the other party the truth. He has been hiding the news for nearly ninety minutes, he is already very selfish, if he still chooses to hide it at this moment, he will not be able to pass the level in his heart.

"Fan, I think I have something to tell you, my assistant, Lu ...... Mr. Reuben, he ......"

Fan Bizhuang was still looking towards the stands, the cheers and applause of the fans poured towards him, but he didn't notice it at all, his eyes swept around, and Fan Bizhuang didn't look back and said, "Mr. Reuben? What happened to him? Oh yes, is he back? I still want to ask him, where the hell did he put my little Luna, and why I couldn't find it...... It's weird. ”

"Fan!"

Pellegrini suddenly aggravated his voice and his expression became more solemn, and Van Bizhuang was startled by the manager's sudden yell, and turned his head suspiciously, only to see a heavy and serious face.

"She wasn't there! Not on site! ”

Pellegrini roared almost like a roar, and Van Bizhuang was stunned.

"What do you say, sir?"

Fan Bizhuang looked at him in disbelief, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

"I mean, little Luna wasn't there. It's not just little Luna, her father is not here, he, they ......" Pellegrini's voice trembled a little, he saw that Fan Bizhuang's expression was already gloomy, he had never seen such a Fan Bizhuang, it was extremely terrifying, but he still insisted on finishing his words, "Didn't you ask me where Ruben went?" He...... He went to the hospital, where little Luna and her father, were in ...... ...... in the hospital"

"Doctor...... Hospital? ”

The feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, Fan Bizhuang remembered the inexplicable time at the beginning of the game, he had already felt something, his steps suddenly stumbled a little, but he still held on to a faint hope, and forced himself to laugh: "Sir, are you joking with me?" How did little Luna end up in the hospital? No, no, you must be kidding me! Right? ”

"It must be a joke! Tell me quickly, it's fake! It's fake! ”

"It's not funny at all!"

Fan Bizhuang suddenly roared angrily, and his expression became extremely hideous, and he even reached out and grabbed Pellegrini's collar, his eyes were faintly red, like a beast that chose to devour people.

The movement had apparently attracted the attention of the rest of the people on the pitch, not only the players, but also the fans and commentators who had not yet left the stadium, all stunned by the incident.

What do they see?

Fan Bizhuang roared angrily, staring fiercely at his mentor, his coach, and even, he grabbed the other party's clothes tightly, what did he want to do? Is he going to beat up his coach in full view?

"What happened? I seem to see ...... That's not true, is it? Fan, what the hell are you doing? ”

"Damn it, Fan, what do you want to do!"

"Let go of the coach! You can't make a mistake, he's our coach, our sir! Let go of your hands! ”

"What the hell is going on? How can two people who are talking well turn into a tense appearance in a blink of an eye? …… No matter, go and pull Fan down first! This guy starts the fire and is a bastard, hold him! ”

Villarreal's players were all stunned, and some of them rushed over with quick shouts to stop this "clash".

The fans and commentators were also stunned, looking at the field in a daze, at a loss.

Even Ferguson, who hasn't left the pitch yet, is stupid, something is wrong with this, what the hell is going on? Villarreal won the game by two goals, and it was supposed to be a time to cheer and celebrate, but why did civil strife suddenly erupt? And it's not an ordinary civil strife, Fan Bizhuang actually pointed the finger directly at the head coach, which ......

Someone had already run to the front, and Cazorla and Senna reached out to pull Fan Bizhuang, but found that they couldn't pull at all. Fan Bizhuang's right hand was like an iron tong, tightly gripping the head coach's clothes, and his eyes were even more ferocious.

Pellegrini looked at the red eyes of his lover and shook his head slightly: "It's not a joke, Fan, you should know in your heart that I won't joke about such a thing, a car accident, a car accident......"

"No!"

In the stunned eyes of his teammates around him, Fan Bizhuang yelled with a hideous and painful expression.

"How so? How so? How so!! ”

"Why is this happening! Why is this happening! ”

"You've known it for a long time, you've known it for a long time, haven't you! I ask you if it's true! ”

Everyone looked at Fan Bizhuang who suddenly became extremely violent, some people thought that such Fan Bizhuang was terrible, but some people felt something different, pain, helplessness, and loss of mind...... What's going on here? Fan, what the hell is going on?!

A sad look flashed in Pellegrini's eyes, and he nodded blankly.

The next moment, Fan Bizhuang glared at him hatefully, and finally, he let go of his hand.

Then, turn around and run towards the exit of the court.

Ferguson, who was not far away, originally wanted to "tease" Fan Bizhuang after the game, but when Fan Bizhuang ran head-on, his outstretched hand was pushed away by the opponent brutally, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

"Fan, what the hell is wrong?"

There is such a question in everyone's minds.

Eyes are on Villarreal coach Manuel Pellegrini, and the only one who knows the answer is the Chilean manager.

But Pellegrini was holding his head at the moment, squatting on the ground in a dejected manner, and no one could see his expression.

What should have been a moment of joy and joy turned out to be such a situation that everyone was overwhelmed.