Chapter 203: Sword Light! Knife light! (Above)

At the Bernabeu Stadium, Real Madrid's home stadium, the game is over, but nearly 95,000 Real Madrid fans have not left, they are either sitting or standing, or their faces are happy or worried, in short, everyone's expression is different.

The match between Real Madrid and Athletic Bilbao has ended, and the score of 3:0 is clearly recorded on the big electronic screen.

Kaka scored a goal and Cristiano Ronaldo scored twice to take his league tally this season to 39, which temporarily put him back at the top of the scorers' charts.

But no one congratulated Cristiano Ronaldo at this time, the Real Madrid players didn't even leave the field, they brought mobile phones and radios from their teammates and even the staff, and kept an eye on the game on the other pitch - no matter how they played and how many goals they won, if Atletico Madrid won, then the league title has nothing to do with them.

Of course, the good news is that the game over there has entered stoppage time, and the score is still 1-1.

This made everyone in the Real Madrid players shout excitedly, and by the way, they also gave Villarreal a thumbs up, if Real Madrid can reverse the climb to the top, then next season, when they meet Villarreal, maybe they will be a little lighter.

"There's still no change in the scoreline over there."

Kaka said so.

When he said this, his heart was very relaxed and a little regretful. It is not easy for Atletico Madrid to get to the end, but there is no way, the opponent is always the opponent, although it is respectable, but the championship is still best in their own hands - in Kaka's opinion, there is not much time left on the other field, and Real Madrid will reverse and win the championship is unstoppable.

Not only him, but the faces of other Real Madrid players gradually showed relaxed smiles. Some even clenched their fists and celebrated lowly, while others clasped hands - if it weren't for the fact that the game was not over there, they would have screamed with excitement.

But the Real Madrid fans at the scene didn't have so many scruples, and tens of thousands of people sang and danced in their seats.

"Oooo 1:1! We're getting closer and closer to the championship! ”

"Champion! Champion! ”

"Villarreal, you guys are so good! We thank you! ”

The Santiago Bernabeu stadium erupted with loud noises that were louder than their own team's goals in previous games, and at first, the cheers and shouts were not loud, but this kind of thing was like a virus. It spread quickly through the stands, and in the end, the whole world was filled with their roars.

Cristiano Ronaldo stood in the middle of the pitch, cheering and shouting like a tsunami in his ears. He also wanted to shout wildly and excitedly with the fans, but thinking that the game over there was not over after all, Cristiano Ronaldo always felt a little unsteady.

Somehow, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much about myself."

C. Rowe shook his head and chuckled under his breath.

It was only the next moment that his expression froze. A voice was clearly heard on their phones and radios.

"Atletico Madrid attack...... Oooooo Qin was tripped in front of the penalty area, and the referee blew the whistle in his hand...... It's a free kick! Free kick in front! This will be Atletico Madrid's last chance! ”

Last chance?

Hearing such words, the expressions on the faces of C. Ronaldo and his teammates became solemn.

And the hustle and bustle of the Bernabeu Stadium seemed to become peaceful at this moment, and the fans seemed to think of something. No one was shouting, no one was making any noise, they just put their heads gently on the headphones (radio) with a restless look on their faces. Quietly waiting for the results.

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Calderón Stadium.

The game was in the last minute of stoppage time, and the score was still 1-1, with both teams maintaining the same scoreline.

If the match ends in a draw. Then this season's league title will be completely away from Atletico Madrid - the fans in the stands have received the news that the match between Real Madrid and Athletic Bilbar has ended, and Real Madrid won 3-0. If Atletico can't win, then a season of Atletico players' hard work will come to naught at the last minute.

The cheers and shouts in the stands have become less and quieter, replaced by incessant sobs. At the last minute, hope had faded, and countless despair filled the hearts of the home fans, leaving everyone in agony.

"There's no time! Maybe the next pass, maybe the next attack, the referee will blow the whistle for the end of the game. Our sixteen years of waiting, our sixteen years of anticipation, is it really going to be gone again? …… No...... No, we need heroes! At this time, ask God, let the miracle come, let the hero come! ”

The home commentator struggled back and forth between pain and anticipation, his voice choked.

It was also at this time that the Atletico Madrid player, who had been attacking ferociously but never getting anything rewarded and his emotions gradually fell to the point of underestimation, launched his last attack.

After a few simple passes, the football was passed to the edge of the penalty area, Qin Shou suddenly rushed out to take the football away, shook the Villarreal fullback Angel, and with a light buckle, he was about to rush directly into the penalty area.

Angel didn't have time to turn around, he grabbed Qin Shou with his backhand, directly grabbed the corner of Qin Shou's clothes, and dragged Qin Shou to the ground with a wrestling action.

Angel's move sparked discontent at Calderón Stadium.

The emotions of the fans and players were already on the verge of collapse, and this attack, if Qin Shou rushed into the penalty area, it might be Atletico Madrid's last good chance to score, but Angel's almost rogue foul ruined all this.

"You damn bastard. Seed! ”

"Villarreal, I remember! From this day forward, you are our mortal enemies! ”

"Get out of Calderón! Get out of Madrid! ”

"I'll kill you after the game! Kill your whole family! ”

The fans were crying and scolding, in fact, they were more venting their inner unwillingness.

The Atletico players also ran over quickly, surrounded Angel, glaring angrily and swearing. And the bad-tempered Costa couldn't control his emotions anymore, he rushed over and pushed Angel, who had just stood up, to the ground, with a fierce light in his eyes, scolding and stepping forward to do something.

He was really unwilling!

How can he be reconciled after a season of hard work but is about to fall to the final finish line, and how can he not be angry?

Even if there are severe consequences to fighting on the field, he doesn't care at the moment - anyway, this is the last game of the league, and he can't win the championship anyway, so what is he afraid of?

Costa's actions were like lighting the fuse of the fight between the players of both teams, and the players of both teams all rushed up, pushing each other, and there was a big posture of immediately fighting to the death.

Fortunately, the referee saw the opportunity quickly, he rushed into the crowd, tried his best to separate the players of the two teams, and at the same time took out yellow cards and played cards to the players of both sides who participated in the "pushing".

And Costa, who started to "hit people", naturally did not escape the referee's ruling, he first gave Angel, who maliciously fouled, a yellow card, and then took out a red card from his trouser pocket, faced Costa, and stretched out his hand.

"Red card! Red! Another red card! ”

"After Godin, Costa was also sent off the pitch by the referee!"

A commentator exclaimed.

There was not much reaction from the fans in the stands, the game had come to this point, what did it matter with the red card and eviction? Still, they let out a loud boo, which was addressed to the referee on duty – the damn referee was to blame for the current situation in the eyes of the fans, and if he hadn't awarded a penalty and he hadn't sent Godin off, the game wouldn't have taken such a turn for the worse.

Under the control of the referee and assistant referee, the players on both sides finally dispersed, but the Atletico Madrid players were still scolding angrily, but Qin Shou and Gabi had already come to stop them, and they could only give up in the end.

At this time, the Atletico Madrid players who calmed down realized one thing, that is, although the attack was stopped this time, Atletico Madrid's offensive was not over. Because, the referee gave Atletico a direct free-kick opportunity from outside the box.

And in Atletico Madrid's team, there is also an absolute free kick master.

This is the team's real last chance!

The eyes of the Atletico Madrid players flashed with hope, and they looked at Qin Shou with anticipation.

Qin Shou nodded in response, his eyes firm.

The fans have also realized something, they temporarily restrained their unwilling and lost emotions, and the cryers also temporarily wiped away their tears, and they all got up from their seats, their hands clenched into fists, their mouths wide open, as if they were about to cry out the anger and hope in their hearts at any moment.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! ”

"Qin! Qin! Qin! ”

"This is our last chance! Please be sure to grasp it! ”

"Qin, please! Be sure to enter! We must bring back the championship for us! ”

Every Atletico Madrid fan was shouting frantically in their hearts, but they couldn't say the slightest word, they were afraid, afraid of disturbing Qin Shou, afraid that all this was just a dream after all.

"This is Atletico Madrid's last chance! It will be a fateful free kick! We need heroes! Qin, will he be that hero!! I believe, everybody believes, Qin, please become the true hero of Calderón, please lead us, to the championship, to glory!! ”

The home commentator almost exhausted all his strength, red eyes, and shouted hoarsely.

PS: Kicking WeChat YX3335665.

Something happened at home today, I've been doing things outside, and I'm only home now, but fortunately I've been coding words whenever I have time in the past two days, otherwise I'll really have to cry. I admire my wit and precautions, and silently give myself a thumbs up.

What, the update is late, sorry! Weakly ask, do you still have a ticket, dear?

(To be continued.) )