Fiske doesn't need to say anything, as the leader of the Granada team, at such a critical juncture, he took the lead and ran forward to try to block Pedro, and Pedro even heard the shouts of Sanchez, Little Flea and other teammates, reminding himself to pass the ball, but this son had made up his mind, the ball was stable at his feet, and he decided to send a cold arrow to take the opportunity to kill the opponent.

The range in the penalty area is extremely sensitive, Fiske doesn't want to suffer, so he simply puts his hands behind his back, his body stands steady, and after a second, he waits for Pedro to kill. If he is a natural finisher, in this situation, he will not think much about it at all, within two moves, he will definitely be able to send the ball, and judging from Pedro's style of play, he also has enough ability and reason to complete this attack.

"Will this be Barcelona's chance for another city?"

The answer that the on-site commentator wants, 'time' will naturally tell him.

A second later, the two really met each other, but they were intercepted by Fiske, so that Pedro retracted his steps, and Fiske was obviously more passive at this time, and he hardly dared to disturb the ball with his feet, so as not to commit a heavenly rule. Pedro gained momentum, and he was not forgiving, seeing that he was in an excellent position, he had words in his heart, and he gave a move after half a second......

"Oops~~! Why doesn't Pedro pass the ball~! Instead, it is running towards the bottom line~~! Doesn't this lead to the narrowing of the space for his own shooting? ”

Onlookers clear, the on-site commentator's explanation is very reasonable, Little Flea, Sanchez, Iniesta have already prepared for various strongholds in the penalty area, as long as Pedro runs two steps, pulls out space, and passes the ball to his teammates, then the Barcelona team will have a decisive chance.

It backfired, and Pedro was greedy. Or rather, he believed in his own ability very much, so he continued to hold the ball under his feet, and rushed into a dead end like a blind man, but this time he entered, could he still come out?

"People can go, the ball must be left for me!" Fisk saw through Pedro's careful thoughts, and suddenly shouted in his heart, if he roared, he would definitely deter Pedro's arrogance and urgency.

The two are at a similar pace. The steps are close to each other, and after only three steps, they will be close to the bottom line, and in a hurry, Pedro finally sees that the road ahead is bleak. With a flash in his head, he flexibly controlled the ball and stopped. A flick of the right foot. The body was stunned, and it was clear that it was a state of change of direction in one fell swoop.

Between the change of direction, the two of them faced each other in a flat row, and the ball that had been protected by Pedro between his feet was revealed, and Fiske's eyes flashed straight and straight, and the target was under his nose. If you don't take the initiative at this time, when will you wait?

It's too late, it's too soon, Fisk exhaled softly. His right foot immediately stretched out and wanted to hook the ball out of Pedro's feet, but Pedro saw that the opponent was moving very much, and swung it down, moving the ball to the right, and then half a second after the ball left his feet, others stepped to follow......

The situation turned around urgently, Fiske suddenly felt bad, after his right foot was extended, he met Pedro twisted to the right, and what made the home team fans beat their chests was that the leader of his team Fiske was very slow to close his feet, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the opponent's twisting, and when he wanted to close his feet, it was too late.

"Beep~~!" The whistle sounded.

The ball rolled in the six-yard box, Pedro didn't fall hard, and even if he fell hard, maybe he wouldn't care, and his focus was on the referee's imminent decision.

The referee's face was calm, he told everyone, and the next picture was completely unsuspenseful,—— penalty~!

"Penalty~! It's a penalty~! The referee was very firm and pointed to the penalty, in his eyes, Fiske was an absolute foul~! The whole team of Granada is in a predicament again~! The on-site commentators were full of anger, and their roars became louder and louder.

Coach Corboni was furious, the old man raised the green tendons on his forehead again, and his head was so angry that his head was smoking, at this moment, he didn't want to use a machine gun to shoot Fiske to death, he wanted to use a qigong cannon to blast the referee to pieces.

"Fart~! It's not a penalty~! Damn it~! ”

The old coach was still scolding, and when the fourth referee saw this, he immediately stepped forward to warn: "Mr. Coach~!" Please pay attention to your words and deeds~! Otherwise, we'll punish you for playing~! ”

Even though Coach Corboni was very stubborn, after receiving the warning from the fourth referee, the old coach still reluctantly swallowed his anger, he turned around, turned his back to the fourth referee, and finally scolded lightly: "If you are blind, go to the doctor~!" Don't pretend to be an idiot here~! ”

The coach was so angry, let alone the players of the Granada team, according to unofficial practice, Fiske led the way, led the squirrel, Rovman and others, one by one in front of the referee, everyone shouted:

"I didn't touch him~! It's true~! It was he who fell on his own~~! ”

"Fake fall~! Umpire~! Did you see that~? This is a fake fall~! ”

"Fisk touched the ball just now, this is not a foul at all~!"

The referee stood in the crowd like a door god, and the noise from all directions did not affect him in the slightest, and only after the players of the Granada team had enough of the quarrel did he say: "Can you shut up?" If this is the case, I will give each of you a yellow card~! ”

Lose, but not lose.

Fisk led his teammates to appeal to the referee, which was something they had to do, and although the referee had no intention of changing his mind, they still insisted on making such a move.

"Hmph~! I really don't understand~! I've hardly ever seen a referee change his mind after a penalty has been awarded. If that's the case, what are the players still yelling in front of the referee? ”

Mr. Haas took a puff of his cigarette and was puzzled by what was going on in the room.

"It's a momentum~! It's also the fire in my heart~! ”

Fresh out of the whirlpool of the team's predicament, Carbine, who was sure that Mr. Haas would understand what he meant.

"Hmm~! Is it~? What's this...... I actually understand~! Mr. Haas was brief.

Kabine didn't pay much attention to it as the images of the visitors about to take a penalty caught his eye.

"Oh~! The penalty penalty was taken by the chief executioner of the Barcelona team, Little Flea, well~! He has already stabilized the ball, taken three steps back, and is ready, just waiting for the referee to signal~! ”

The referee was very professional, and when he saw that the players on both sides were ready, he blew the whistle as soon as it was ready.

"Beep~~!"

The whistle blew, sending the Granada fans in fear.

The goalkeeper of the Granada team, who was guarding the goal, straightened his arms, exhaled, and read: "Want to score? Dream on~! ”

At this time, the little flea had already rushed out two steps, and the goalkeeper began to swing slightly from side to side, trying to distract the little flea, but the little flea's attention was very focused, and he didn't even glance at the goalkeeper, the only thing that interested him was the ball that was placed in the penalty......

"Look at this ball......!" Although I was nervous, the on-site commentator did not lose the rhythm of the commentary.

"Bang~~!"

The ball was sent by a small flea, which bent in a low arc towards the middle of the left side of the goal.

The goalkeeper did not interfere with the enemy because the opponent's concentration was very concentrated, but fortunately, his own concentration did not lose half of the goal. His eyes flashed, aiming at the direction of the ball, his body reacted quickly, jumped hard, and blocked the ball from the bottom line with one palm......

"Wow~~~! The goalkeeper of the Granada team is surprisingly brave, is he possessed by some god? The angle at which the little flea issued the penalty was very tricky, but the fans never expected that this did not stump the goalkeeper of the Granada team at all~! First-class saves~! His save pulled his team back from the edge of the cliff~! ”

The on-site commentator roared violently. (To be continued......)