"Tomislav. Dujmović! ”

"A crucial goal! A valuable goal! A goal that made history! ”

"Croatia coach Bilic's substitution in the second half made an amazing difference! Towards the end of the game, Dujmovic's world-wave shot pierced the Spanish goal! ”

"God! What an amazing goal! ”

"Spain put all their attention, all their defensive focus on Suker, they thought that if they cut off Suker's offensive line, they thought that if they limited Suker, then Croatia lost their hope of winning!"

"But Croatia is not alone, and at this critical moment, Dujmovic, who came off the bench, became our savior!"

"Goal in 85 minutes! Spain won't have a chance! They don't stand a chance! We won't give them a chance! ”

Klausiewicz yelled at Mike.

"In 1992, when fairy tales came to life, Denmark staged a 'fairytale' victory in the European Championship!"

"In 2004, Greece overcame all the obstacles, and they also staged their own mythical story at the European Championship!"

"And in 2008, four years later, the miracle story is still happening, and this time it's ours! Belong to Croatia! ”

"Who would dare to imagine! Who could have imagined! This is the first European Championship match for this group of Croatian youngsters, but they are about to beat the mighty Spain and they will reach the final of the European Championship! ”

"What a crazy thing to do! This summer! In the summer of 2008, strong winds from Eastern Europe swept across Europe, and a rhapsody from Croatia resounded through Austria! ”

"Rejoice! Shout! Fellow citizens! This moment is our moment, let your throat roar and let our voice be heard around the world! ”

"We are from Eastern Europe!"

"We come from a small country of 4 million people!"

"We are Croatia! We're about to reach the final of the European Championship! ”

Klausiewicz's voice was sonorous and powerful.

The deafening words were conveyed through the television set to the Croatian land.

All the homes, bars, squares were filled with cheers.

The whole land was in high spirits.

The cheers rose into the air, like a thunderclap, and continued to reverberate.

Duimovich!!

Duimovich!!

Duimovich!!

From the corner, Dujmovic looked around.

Tens of thousands of Croatian fans were chanting his name on all sides.

It's a heroic moment!

It was a valuable goal that put Croatia on the verge of reaching the final of the European Championship.

Bang!

Suke threw Dujmović to the ground.

Soon, one by one, the Croatian players also rushed over.

They shouted and cheered excitedly.

At this moment, they can only vent their inner excitement with constant shouting.

In the dugout, Bilic stood in front of him, his eyes wide with a hint of shock.

It was really said by the Dutchman!

Dujmović became the key!

Had it not been for the second-half bringing on Dujmovic, the goal might not have come to fruition.

In this game, the Dutchman counted almost every detail.

The right substitutions and tactical changes were matched by the high morale of the players as they reached the final of the European Championships.

At this point, Bilic was in a trance.

If you stick to it, then what is left for them may really be eliminated.

A single thought can cause eternal pain.

"Defense!! Defend!! ”

Su Ke and the others finished celebrating, and when they retreated, their eyes were fierce.

Ahead!

Ahead again!

This time, they won't give up the victory.

Even if they can't run, they have to intercept Spain's goal!

"It's the last time, press it up! Press it up! ”

The Spanish players became impatient.

The Spanish tradition is elegant, sefound, but at this time it carries a sense of anxiety.

Their cooperation is no longer so tacit, and their breakthroughs are no longer so sharp.

Bang!

Suker combined with Luka Modric to send Torres straight to the ground.

Torres was just about to get up when Suker kicked the ball out.

"Hey!"

Torres angrily accused.

Su Ke left without looking back, and during this time period, he could drag it out.

Andres Iniesta on the side hurriedly ran over to kick the ball back, but Spain's counter-attacking opportunity was also gone.

They can only be reorganized.

"Press it up! Press it up! Rush in! ”

The Spanish commentator shouted excitedly.

Don't fight now, but when.

"Spain are still looking for opportunities, they haven't given up, but Croatia has retreated all the way, almost everyone has retreated into the big box to defend, not to mention the Spanish players, they don't even want to leak a fly!"

Klašiwicz clenched his fists and said angrily; "It's stoppage time soon! Lads hold on! ”

The Spanish attack came like a storm.

But Croatia is like an island of rage, seemingly dangerous, but it is still standing.

Huge waves hit again and again, constantly washing over the Croatian backline, but they also gritted their teeth and fought desperately.

"I'm coming!"

Simunich jumped to his feet, his head shaking hard in the air.

The ball hit his forehead and flew to the side, Simic immediately rushed over, he turned and cleared hard, and the ball slammed into Torres's feet and flew off the line.

"Slow down! Slow down! ”

Simic turned around and yelled, then slowly picked up the ball.

The caddy behind the billboard had no eye to reach out for the ball, but Simic didn't catch it, insisting on picking up the ball in the distance.

After picking up the ball, Simic also took two steps before kicking back towards the penalty area.

It's all stalling for time.

At this time, the fourth official raised his card.

The game goes into stoppage time!

After Croatia kicked off, they kicked the ball straight away.

The Spanish offensive immediately returned.

Croatia once again burst into the big penalty area and set up their turtle shell defence.

There will be three minutes of stoppage time.

Spain has been driven into the abyss of despair, and a step back is a valley.

They have no choice but to move forward!

The breakthroughs of Andres Iniesta, Cesc Fabregas, Torres, Villa and others gradually began to become ferocious.

There are even times when there is no chance, and the breakthrough line is narrow, but they are just hard trips.

With his strong dribbling ability, he wants to attack the Croatian defence.

Once or twice. Three times, their threat gradually climbed.

Two minutes of stoppage time passed.

Andres Iniesta finally got his chance, and he wanted to get past Rakitic with a croquette.

At this time, Rakitic's body is tense, and he is in a position where any breakthrough can become a threat.

Even if it is a foul, he can't let the opponent break through.

Rakitic stretched out his foot and pushed hard with both hands.

A standard stumbling and shoving malicious action.

Beep!

The whistle blew.

The referee rushed over and gave Rakitic a red card.

"A red card? Isn't this a bit too heavy? ”

Klaušiwicz retorted: "This is not a straight red action. ”

But no matter what, the referee's decision has been determined, and he has no intention of changing the decision.

Rakitic's protests were ineffective, and he had to go slowly.

It can drag on for a while.

"Hurry up and get out of here!"

Harvey retorted.

Rakitic turned his head: "Fuck you!" ”

With that, Rakitic was about to rush over, and Suke immediately hugged Rakitic.

"Keep scolding!"

Suke hugged Rakitic and whispered a reminder.

Rakitic began to squirt.

Harvey's face was purple.

He wanted to smack himself in the mouth.

They shouldn't be silent, and now these Croatian guys have another reason to stall.

In the end, Rakitic was cautioned off by the referee, but stoppage time was out.

This may be Spain's last chance.

Xavi stands at the penalty spot.

At this time, his expression was also extremely solemn, and his heart was pounding.

He knew that his shot would decide the fate of Spain.

The Spanish fans also held their breath.

The Croatian fans erupted in loud boos to influence Xavi's mentality.

Soon, Harvey started straight to the run.

"Xavi runs, oh~~ He hoisted the ball into the penalty area!! Simunich!! Nice breakout! Suker kicks off the field again! ”

After shouting, Klašić found that the camera was sharply aimed at the referee.

The referee also blew the whistle immediately.

Beep!! Beep!! Beep!!

Three whistles!

It's game over!

In the semi-finals of Euro 2008, Croatia beat Spain 3-2, becoming the first team to reach the final of the European Championship.

(End of chapter)