Chapter 49: Winning the championship and taking a group photo
fell behind three times and tied three times, no matter how he changed the formation, he couldn't limit his play.
The physical fitness was close to the limit, looking at Chen Mo, who was bathed in the cheers of more than 70,000 spectators, the inner defense of the Bayern players began to collapse little by little, and even the most active Muller was silent at this time.
"This goal is fatal for the Bayern players, and from the looks on their faces, it seems that the belief in [winning] has begun to waver, and this mentality appeared at the stage when the game was exhausted and it was supposed to be a competition for perseverance..."
"It's a pity that Bayern showed a very high level of competition in the first 70 minutes of the game, but every time they took the lead, they were quickly equalised... It's brutal. β
The score is still a draw, but the commentators have begun to look down on Bayern, Ronaldo said with a palm gesture: "It's very cruel, especially in football, in fact, the side that is ahead but not much ahead, sometimes the pressure is greater, and the players and coaches will even be confused because [Should I focus on defending to keep the lead, or continue to attack to open up the gap, will the defense be breached?] Will the offense be counterattacked? This kind of mental exhaustion is very terrible. But for those who lag behind, there is only one way, and there will be much clearer in the head. β
"Ronaldo has a point, which is why many long-distance runners don't start first. But regardless of the outcome of the game, both teams gave us a very good game, far above the level of their peers! I don't know Mr. Ronaldo, which player do you like the most in this competition? β
The commentator provoked the topic, and Ronaldo smiled: "The little guys played very well in this game, whether it was Bayern's Schweinsteiger or Muller, or Wagner, who didn't seem to have much contact with the ball, but was crucial to Bayern's tactics, they were all very good, but I want to choose the favorite... Well, Chan and Messi. The two of them were the heroes of Barcelona's game, and without them, Bayern would not have played so badly in this game. β
"What about the favorite, Mr. Ronaldo, is it convenient to reveal?"
"Oh, you're going to give me a problem."
A teasing smile appeared on the commentator's face, and Ronaldo shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Actually, I wanted to say that Messi is my favorite, he gives me such a good feeling when he dribbles, almost no one can get the ball from his feet in a one-on-one situation, and he can also retreat to the midfield to connect the team, and even attack from the midfield alone." As long as he continues to develop normally, he will definitely be a top 10 player in time.
But... You know, I'm a striker, haha, for me, Messi is obviously not as alluring as Chen. Chen is a near-perfect midfielder in my eyes, with tandem, defence, forward insertion, long-range shots, strong positional sense, good passing awareness and very teamwork. No striker would refuse to play with this kind of midfielder, but he also has shortcomings, his personal ability to get rid of it is too weak, he needs to be picked up by teammates, if it weren't for Messi, he would be limited to death in this game, with little room to play in the 442 formation, and the physical aspect needs to be improved. β
"It can be seen that Mr. Ronaldo really likes Mojun, then...."
The commentator chattered, the game on the field continued, but the Bayern players had lost their heart, especially after Schweinsteiger could not insist on the game and received treatment, Bayern lost the desire to attack and began to swing the bus to try to drag the game into a penalty shootout.
It's a pity that Chen Mo and Messi are both players with long-range shooting ability, and Bayern's bus tactics are a little careless, and because Schweinsteiger is not on the field, Chen Mo completely unshackles.
In the end, in the 91st minute of the game, Chen Mo went straight in the midfield, Messi received the ball at the top of the arc, used croquettes to pass Hummels' outstretched right leg, and volleyed vigorously with his left foot, the ball passed the goalkeeper's ten fingers and shot into the goal, and Barcelona overtook the score.
The fans in the audience were boiling, and at the music bar on the outer wall, Chen Fei let go of the crumpled beer can, tremblingly pressed the cigarette butt, got up and shook the decent suit he had changed into to see Chen Mo, and said lightly: "I'll go back to China first, call me if there's anything." β
Walking to the door, he paused and leaned back: "By the way, next time I see him, I will bring him a word - [He and I are quite satisfied]. β
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"Shhββββh
With a whistle from the referee, Mr. Inogoro Honda, the game ended.
"Phewβit's finally over."
The brain was empty, Chen Mo let out a sigh, fell on the lawn with his back to the sky, his calf muscles continued to contract and harden, and he began to cramp again, but before he could sit up and knead his calves, Messi Pique, even the coaching staff and the bench flocked to him.
"We've won!"
"Great! This is my first trophy! β
"We are champions!"
It was another stack of arhats, the Barcelona players shouted and screamed, frantically venting the emotions that had been suppressed for a whole game, and Chen Mo, who was pressed at the bottom, only felt tightness in his chest, but soon, the emotion called pleasure occupied the whole brain.
The first championship in my life...
Doesn't that feel good!
Barcelona celebrated wildly on this side, on the other side, on the Bayern bench, Schweinsteiger had a towel on his head, his hands on his knees, and watched this scene in expressionless silence, Bayern coach sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, Bastian, you will have a chance to take revenge in the future." β
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The celebration lasted for a long time, and the courtside salutes continued, until the staff set up the podium, and the atmosphere slipped a little, but soon, the commentator heated up the atmosphere again.
"Mr. Ronaldo will present medals to the players of Barcelona, the winner of the Nike Hope Cup!"
The Barcelona players stood in a row, and Chen Mo stood behind Messi, sticking his head out to look at the Brazilian standing on the stage with rabbit teeth - Ronaldo.
Ronaldo!
96, 97 two-time World Footballer of the Year, 98 World Cup best player!
Although he was lost in the final of the '98 World Cup, this does not prevent him from still being a superstar!
Rao is Chen Mo's guts are fat, and he can't help but be a little nervous at this time.
Soon, it was his turn to accept the award and walked in front of Ronaldo, Chen Mo stretched his head and waited for the tag, but he never thought that Ronaldo would grunt for a while after hanging the medal for him, and then hugged him and Messi into his arms.
Miss Ronaldo said excitedly: "Mr. Ronaldo said that he likes you very much, you are very tenacious on the field, and your mental toughness is better than all the young players he has ever seen. He also said that you are the shining stars of the future of football, so I wanted to take a picture with you to encourage you to keep going. β
Group photo?!
Chen Mo's eyes widened suddenly, and Messi on the side opened his mouth directly, and at this moment, the smiling Ronaldo put his hands on the shoulders of the two of them, leaned over, and the photographer was very smart and quickly pressed the shutter!