“Gol！！！”

Diego Costa felt someone pick up his head and shouted excitedly at him.

He fixed his gaze, and the two Levi's faces swayed, overlapped, and separated in his vision.

Zabaleta's assist was just too powerful.

"You're fucking scoring!"

Levi held his head and shook it, and now it became four faces.

After a dozen seconds, Diego Costa slowly recovered and finally rejoiced and went to celebrate with his team-mates, as the others had retreated to their positions to prepare for Mallorca's restart.

"Levi's assist turned into the penultimate pass."

He Wei quipped.

The sudden goal conceded annoyed Manzano a little.

And the boos from the audience behind him were questioning his tactics.

Put a strict defensive formation, and you can also be broken by the opponent's lightning, which is very damaging and more insulting.

The corners of Manzano's forehead exploded, and he shouted loudly with his hands dancing and feet, and the green tendons on his neck bloomed.

Keep drinking to stabilize your teammates.

Mallorca have only eight points from seven games and have lost their last two games in a row, with five goals played and a single goal scored.

Morale is already a bit sluggish and a win is urgently needed to restore morale if this round is lost.

You can't hope to make up for it in the next round away to Atletico.

Mallorca restarted the ball and after passing the ball, Aduris, who chose to cut his belly directly, relied on his strong ability to carry the ball with his back and combined with left midfielder Juan Arango.

The dark-skinned, fierce-skinned Arango is known as a Caribbean hurricane.

He burst down the left flank with the ball and combined with Jurado, who was following behind, to attack the space on the Spaniard's side again and again.

After linking up with Jurado to beat de la Pena, Arango burst down the left flank and was squeezed near the touchline by Zabaleta.

Moises Hurtado, who arrived later, combined with Zabaleta to get Arango's position stuck.

But the stout Arango twisted left and right between the two in an attempt to force his way out of the breakout space, and eventually Zabaleta twisted and fell to the ground with a small movement, sending the ball through the gap.

Jurado, who received the ball, twisted and sent the ball back, and Aduris received the ball and moved forward, allowing Hurtado, who had stepped forward to intercept, to volley from the edge of the box.

But Thiago Silva, who arrived on the road, was quick and stretched out his foot to block the ball at the moment when Aduriz made a move.

"Thiago Silva! It's really steady, the iron gate behind the Spaniards, the future is limitless. ”

The ball found Hurtado in front, and while Hurtado held the ball, Zabaleta cut in and then received the ball and passed it back to Drapena.

"De la Pena's disastrous defense, just now the opponent is a little faster and he doesn't chase it."

Seeing De La Pena get the ball again, Xu Yang frowned and pointed out that the opportunity for Mallorca just now came from the midfield blocking defeat on De La Pena's side.

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted all these years."

'Little Buddha' de la Pena has a good organisational ability, and he also has a hand to push forward and shoot from distance, especially a precise through ball that is pleasing to the eye.

But under the then Barcelona coach Cruyff, De la Pena was depressed.

The reason for this lies in his disastrous defensive performance and lazy defensive attitude, in the opinion of Cruyff, who advocates all-out offense and all-defense, and requires offensive players to give their all on both ends of the floor.

De la Pena is pure and defensive, and he doesn't move twice.

After Cruyff's departure, Robson, who emphasized midfield skills, took over, and De la Pena immediately became the absolute main midfielder of the Barcelona first team in a single season with 31 appearances, and Ronaldo once praised him as one of the best team-mates he has ever seen.

But his organization and assist ability at his peak are really good, maybe he is not particularly outstanding just by looking at the data, but if you want to pass it, you can pass the fairy assist.

Ronaldo's unstoppable one-on-one ball, many of which were scalpels from De la Pena.

And when Robson left Barcelona and Van Gaal succeeded him, there was no place for De la Pena, and the organizational task was handed over to Guardiola.

Since then, De la Pena has traveled to Lazio, Marseille, and briefly returned to Barcelona in the middle, but they have never been reused.

It wasn't until the move to Espanyol that he found his place.

Mallorca's runs and pressing in midfield were quite frequent, not far from each other.

Always harassing the Spaniard's passing lanes.

But at this time, De la Pena keenly observed Levi's flexible run in front of the diagonal front, and while dribbling the ball to pass to Zabaleta again, he suddenly slammed his right foot, and Jurado, who moved from the side to try to block the passing route, dipped the football.

With a straight ball forward, Levi ran a few meters to the side and received the ball steadily.

"Beautiful through balls, flat and fast, De la Pena is not old."

The two exclaimed together.

Actually, there is no conflict, De la Pena is such an extreme player.

Lee maintained a change of rhythm after the ball and kept a distance from the opposing player who was grabbing, pulled the ball with the momentum, and coordinated with Nene on the back side, and then inserted it into the left rib, facing the defense of David Navarro and Ivan Remis, and crossed the ball to Diego Costa.

Diego Costa played back to Levi, but Levi had just taken half a step forward before Marty squeezed past him.

Levi twisted and kicked as hard as he could, and was knocked to the ground by Marty as his body took off, resulting in a deflected shot that was easily confiscated by Mallorca goalkeeper Moya.

The referee blew the whistle and blew for a foul on Marty.

"Espanyol's free-kick chance in front."

Clapping his hands, Levi gave a thumbs up to De la Pena, who had passed the ball to him.

Both of them were rebels against Barcelona, and after Levi came to Espanyol, the relationship between the two quickly became familiar with the common topic.

"Levi takes a free-kick not far from the top of the arc, which is a very dangerous position and can be hit directly at goal."

The Mallorca fans at the scene, looking at Levi standing in front of the penalty line, let out a shrill boo, trying to interfere with Levi's judgment.

Sara Caponero on the sidelines stared at Levi, her blue-gray eyes looking like she wanted to trace the figure into her eyes.

"Levi run, hit the door!"

He Wei shouted.

In an instant, the boos on the field came to an abrupt end, and Levi took a few steps back and began to rush forward rhythmically, and when the supporting foot landed on the side behind the ball, he slammed the front end of the foot into the bottom half of the ball.

After getting Ronaldinho's template, Levy's free-kick skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

In training, he often takes free-kicks and scores in tricky little nets.

"Oops! The middle pillar is up! ”

The ball wasn't very fast, and it came out of Levi's feet and went around the wall in a perfect arc to hang into the far corner of the goal.

Mallorca goalkeeper Moya was at a loss when he saw the direction the ball was flying from.

But then there was a crisp thud in the goal.

When it reached Moya's ears, it made him feel like a heavenly sound.

"It's too much to pursue angles, too much."

Xu Yang said regretfully.

The Mallorca players turned to find the ball in a right-angle area above the goal, and they all turned to clear the ball, and the wall spread out in an instant.

Centre-back Enrique Corrale was just about to clear the ball when he touched the ball with his feet when suddenly there was a break from behind him.

He subconsciously paused.

But a tall shadow in a red away jersey rushed past him with the momentum of Costa.

Mallorca goalkeeper Moya looked at the 19-year-old with unkempt curly hair, garlic nose and unshaven beard with wide eyes, and swooped straight from the centre-back.

Suddenly, he took the ball towards the goal with the headbone of his knee.

Moya hurriedly stretched his body to block the goal, but Costa's action was obviously upward, and the ball just fell naturally when it was touched, which was equivalent to being squeezed downward by the residual momentum of the knee, and suddenly refracted downward into the net.

"The ball is in! The ball is in! In the thirty-first minute, Diego Costa scored another goal in the penalty area! ”

"Espanyol have a two-goal lead away from home!"

Costa raised his hands in celebration as the Spaniard's players rushed over to rub his head, his stiff black curls growing more and more unkempt.

"Levi's luck today is a little bad, the team scored two goals in a row and it was directly related to him, but he didn't even get an assist."

He Wei looked at Li Wei on the field, and he was like no one.

"Luck has shifted to Costa."

On the pitch, Mallorca's attacking routine became more and more impatient, and in the first few rounds, as long as they conceded first, they did not end up very well.

In the 37th minute of the game, Levi received a pass from Nene and cut inside along the ribs, and after a series of shoulder feints, his feet shook past Kleber Santana.

The dexterous figure swayed as if with an afterimage, and the supple legs slid away from Mallorcan full-back David Navarro, who was close behind.

As soon as the suspended body landed, the outside of the instep rubbed against him, and the inner inside inserted next to him just touched the ball.

Nene held the ball down the gap opened by David Navarro and Ivan Remiss stepped forward to squeeze him out of the line, but the skilled Brazilian with his right foot adducted in the instep of his right foot and slid back down the middle.

The ball was right away from Ivan Remis' foot and went straight to goal along the baseline.

It was Costa who picked up the defender and fired a shot.

"Costa scored a hat-trick! This makes him the team's second-highest scorer. ”

At this point, the referee blew the half-time whistle.

The Espanyol players jumped to their feet with smiles on their faces.

Levi ran up to Costa and high-fived him.

How can you lose 3-0 at halftime!

[, what a hat trick this ugly boy has! ] 】

[I feel sorry for Brother Li, I didn't even score a goal in the half after working hard]

[What do you know, there are too many goals, just brush up on other statistics]

[What to brush?] No assists, brush the penultimate pass? 】

(End of chapter)