Chapter 314: Who Can Escape Under the Curse of the Middle Finger?
June 16th.
18:00 p.m.
The azure waters of the Rhine flow gently, the soothing green hills on the outskirts of the Alpis Mountains hug the beautiful town like an arm, the clouds in the distance are dyed fiery red by the setting sun, and the temperature that had been a little unbearable a moment ago quickly dropped.
New Tivoli Stadium in Innsbruck.
Three Lions, England vs Matadors, Spain.
One of the most remarkable collisions since the start of Euro 2008 has finally begun.
Force~~~ Swiss referee Sendriz with a silver whistle in his mouth, in the midst of all the attention, stood in the middle circle of the stadium and blew the horn of the start of the game.
on the field.
Spain's centre-forward Fernando Torres kicked the ball straight to goalkeeper Casillas at the back, and then smashed into England's backline like two sharp steel knives soaked in the enemy's red blood.
And Michael Owen and Pete Crouch also showed no signs of weakness and instantly rushed to the frontcourt.
Four strikers, shouldering the victory hopes of their respective teams and the hundreds of millions of fans behind them.
The moment they crossed their eyes, sparks flew everywhere!
War.
At this moment, it was finally ignited!
β¦β¦ In the stands.
The war of the fans also kicked off at this moment!
Unlike four days ago in the city of Salzburg, today, the English fans, who are known as the craziest in the world, the most capable of shouting, the most adept at dressing, the most provocative, the most capable of creating atmosphere, the most capable of grabbing the camera and even the most capable of fighting, finally met their opponents, because the Spanish fans, who were no less numerous than them, did not quickly compete with them in any way.
Chess opponents!
Will meet good materials!!
In the sky above the New Tivoli Stadium, the English version of "God Save the Queen" and the Spanish version of "Royal March" are like thunderous war drums when the two armies face off, never stopping to collide with each other.
The decibels are high!
Even without the use of PA equipment, the fierce clash of two languages can easily envelop the small town of Innsbruck on the side of the mountains and water.
England fans held up pictures of every Three Lions icon in the stands, with the huge picture of the madman Lee raising his middle finger and roaring the most times in the broadcast frequency, accompanied by a text commentary:
"Who can survive the curse of the god of war in the middle finger?"
β¦β¦ On the commentary seat.
The British commentator Sester obviously saw the scene in the stands and couldn't wait to sigh: "Oh oh The madman Lee has become England's number one star...... Uh, I'm everyone's old friend Sester, the game has just started and Spain is in possession ......"
Only then did the usual introduction of the starting line-up begin.
'England's forward line hasn't changed from the previous game, with Michael Owen and Crouch still picking up and down with the two sharp knives of the madman Lee, with Chelsea's vice-president Frank Lampard standing up front...... ...... It now looks like captain David Beckham is still at the heart of the team, and Liverpool's soul Steven Gerrard has finally secured a starting spot in this game, appearing as the team's right midfield......
ββ¦β¦ James Milner, who has already moved to Aston Villa from Newcastle, was given a chance to start by squeezing out Middlesbrough winger Downing, who had been so good in his last game...... The line-up from the back line was maintained in the first game against Greece, with Manzioni, John Terry, Steven Taylor and Ashley Cole lined up, and the goalkeeper was still the thunderous madman Joe Hart! β
Sester finished the England starting XI in one go, and his partner Gary Lineker, who was sitting next to him, began to laugh and perform his commentary task:
ββ¦β¦ Spain's starting line-up was much as expected by the media, with goalkeeper Casillas, defenders Ramos, Marchena, Puyol and Capdevilla, captain of the yellow submarine Villarreal Senna in the midfield position, Xavi, Iniesta and David Silva forming a group of attacking groups up front, constantly pumping ammunition for Torres and Villa, the two killers in the front line......"
Not far from the English commentary box, the big-headed Duan Xuange is shaking his head to express his opinion on the starting list from the perspective of a "professional" - "Lee Tongfan has always been good at causing surprises, although he has generally maintained the original formation of 4-1-2-1-2, but the two wings Downing and Ashley Young, who performed well in the previous game, failed to get a start...... In terms of playing style, Gerrard and Milner are both players with a more balanced attack and defense, and it seems that in the face of the Spanish team, which is known as the first offensive team in the round of 16 of this European Cup, Li Tongfan also has to give up risky tactics and adopt a steady approach to win......
And the Spanish commentator Fernando Garcia only said one sentence: "Haha, judging from the starting lineup, the crazy Lee is scared!" But I'm willing to bet that changing the starting lineup won't lead to a win for him......"
β¦β¦ on the field.
The competition was full of passion from the very beginning!
The Spanish team's tactical style was completely consistent with the usual approach of Lee Tong-beom, who used the opening ball to launch a resolute attack.
David Silva and Andres Iniesta's erratic movements caused a headache for England's backline, while Xavi's penetrating and lethal ball from near the centre circle gave Fernando Torres, who roamed the left flank of the Three Lions like a ghost, the ball.
The first to come forward to block was the teenager Manzioni.
His impeccable performance in the last game against Greece gave the youngster Lee Tong Fan a lot of confidence against the Liverpool Saints.
Unfortunately, it turns out that only confidence on the pitch is destined to become a tragedy!
Because, after a season of polishing in the Premier League, the [Holy Child] Torres, who has played against countless top central defenders, only used a very simple feint to pretend to pluck the ball and then suddenly cut horizontally into the middle, and shook Manzioni's center of gravity, and the latter fell to the side with garlic under his feet...... Next...... Before Terry stepped forward to press, Fernando Torres fired a shot from 30 yards from the goal from the 45th corner of the box!
A heavy surprise attack that was quite unreasonable!
Bang!
The huge shooting power made the white ball let out a miserable "scream" in an instant, and then rubbed a scorching air flow in the cheers of the Spanish fans and the screams of the English fans, and smashed into the goal like a meteor!
Goalkeeper Joe Hart struggled to pick up, but his desperately open fingertips failed to touch the ............ of the football...... Woohoo, Torres' shot, danger!! Sester couldn't help but exclaim.
On the other side, the Spanish commentator Fernando GarcΓa jumped up desperately directly from the commentary box: "The ball goes in...... God, it hit the goal crossbar...... There is still a chance!! Yes! Whew...... It's a pity, it's a pity, it's This time Villa reacted too late and the football was put forward by England's No.4 ......"
ββ¦β¦ Hey~~~ Look at this ball! Oops, Villa...... Less than a minute into the game, Li Tongfan, who has always been good at creating a dismount for his opponent, was almost slapped in the head by Torres! Duan Xuange's reaction was obviously a third of a beat slower than his two foreign counterparts: "The Spanish team has the best scorers in La Liga and the Premier League last season, and this game is a huge test for the England team's backline!" β
β¦β¦ on the field.
Manzioni, who made a fatal mistake in defence, got up from the turf in disarray.
The young right wing-back slapped the grass clippings off his body and clenched his fists, his eyes staring fiercely at Torres's back, and he swore against his teeth that he would guard against this damn white boy next time...... In the distance, Torres rubbed his blonde hair with his hands in annoyance, and his slightly freckled face was full of disappointment, if the goal had just been scored, the manager's tactical arrangement would have been better realized...... The Holy Child didn't notice that a little creature behind him was staring at him through gritted teeth.
Because for Torres, he doesn't know how many defenders he has broken through in the same way in his career, and Torres never cares about such a loser!
β¦β¦ Spain were awarded a corner kick for Torres' shot.
Xavi's corner kick flew into the England penalty area in a graceful arc, and all the players pushed and shoved in the box in an instant...... At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Force~~~~ The sudden crisp and loud whistle put an end to everything.
Referee Sendriz ran into the penalty area, and the end of the broadcast was closer, and it turned out that someone in the box had fallen to the ground - Carlos Marchena!
The No. 4 main central defender of the Spanish team!
The 1.83-meter-tall Spaniard was lying in the England penalty area, rolling in pain with his face covered, his miserable expression as if he had been hit by a shot put or discus falling from the sky...... Standing next to Marchena's rolling around was England's No.4 Steven Taylor, and the Newcastle centre-back immediately raised his hands innocently to indicate that he had not committed any fouls, because he was the one who had just marked Marchena.
The referee walked up to Marchena with a dark face and bent down to ask about the situation.
Unfortunately, Marchena seemed to have lost his ability to speak in pain, and pointed a finger at Taylor like a sharp knife poked out, and said a word except screaming and moaning...... The Spanish players instantly split into two groups like well-trained and prepared soldiers - one wave surrounded the referee under the leadership of captain Golden Retriever Lion King Puyol to exert pressure...... The other wave began to push and shove the "perpetrator" Taylor angrily...... In the stands.
The boos rang out like the angry tide that flows into the Rhine every year after the snow melts from winter to spring in the Alpis Mountains.
The fans on both sides have not yet heated up the plastic seats under their buttocks, and immediately can't wait to comb their white middle fingers and wave their casserole-sized fists, with hideous faces!
Under the frenzied atmosphere, even the usually dignified and virtuous beauties turned into violent female warriors full of anger at this moment............ "...... What's going on, Taylor fouled? God, will Spain get a penalty? β
"Penalty! Penalty kick!! Penalty kick!!! Oh, it was definitely a brutal and shameless foul, and Marchena's expression was heart-wrenching, and he was taken off the field on a stretcher......"
ββ¦β¦ Referee Sendriz walked towards the linesman, it looked like he didn't know anything about what had just happened in the box, and he needed the linesman's help...... "...... Linesman Slingsham, the 27-year-old Israeli, was the one who unexpectedly became the man who could decide the fate of the England team...... Will it be a penalty? Sirinsham was whispering to the referee to explain everything that had just happened......"
β¦β¦ Thirty seconds later.
Referee Sendritz turned around and walked towards the England penalty area with a blank face.
At this moment, countless hearts around the world beat violently......
(To be continued)