Bang!

Suker was tackled directly to the ground by Zanetti, and after falling to the ground, Suker crawled on his hands and feet, trying to chase the ball, but was disrupted by the follow-up Srna.

"Fuck!"

Su Ke didn't even know that this was the first time he had exploded.

Mourinho really 'takes care' of himself!

Almost in an all-round and multi-layered way of putting himself inside, Suker will be followed up every time he touches the ball.

Moreover, this interference is not an ordinary confrontation, but a direct pick-and-pull pull.

If Su Ke jumps, these guys will push his waist, no matter how strong Su Ke is, he can't completely stabilize his center of gravity when he is pushed by someone in the process of jumping.

"Inter Milan's defense for Suker is too tight, Real Madrid has been trying to find Suker, but there is always no way to get the ball to Suker's feet safely, not to mention, Real Madrid is now unable to provide direct help to Suker in the midfield!"

Gonzalez's tone was solemn.

Mourinho can see Real Madrid clearly, and knows that if he chokes Suker, it will be difficult for Real Madrid to play.

Other giant teams, holding their own identities, disdain this kind of means, like to be upright, and they are tough and tough.

But Mourinho, as a representative of utilitarian football, can win as easily as he can.

The so-called face, the strong team has no decency or anything, it is to get Su Ke to death.

Once Suker was choked, the situation at Real Madrid was the same as it is now.

Even Benzema was anxious to link up with Suke and help Suke relieve some of his burden.

But the strange thing is that in the position off the field, Mourinho's expression is not good-looking.

Mourinho's brow furrowed, his mouth squirming slightly, but he couldn't read any valid information.

Mourinho was really unhappy at this time.

The reason for his upset is that Real Madrid use Suker as a cannon.

That's what Pellegrini did!

And today, the transition coach is still doing it.

These guys have no idea where Suke's strong point is.

It's a tyrannical thing!

Mourinho looked at Real Madrid's tactics, and he couldn't look at it.

It's all kicking something.

And then there's the centre-back Ramos, who is obviously a half-finished product, obviously a centre-back, but he plays so unrestrainedly.

The key to central defender is the word 'stable', what's the matter with this guy always grabbing?

But what is even more speechless is that another central defender, Pepe, is also this virtue.

The two central defenders are not stable enough, but it is strange that the back line can be stable.

When there is also a counterattack, the two wings are not adducted, always running to the sides, the distance is widened, but the stability of the corresponding counterattack pass is also destroyed.

I don't know which brain-dead coach adjusted the team like this.

"Split the ball on both wings and make the most of the width of the field!"

As it happened, Ledpool was yelling on the sidelines.

Mourinho turned his head to look over and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Idiot! ”

In the middle of the game, Suker is still looking for a solution.

He tried many methods, but it still didn't work, and he couldn't hold the ball steadily for a long time.

"It can't go on like this!"

Su Ke was secretly anxious in his heart.

He looked to the left and right, and suddenly started to retreat.

"Suke is retreating!"

Srna suddenly yelled and reminded: "Lucio follow!" ”

Suke turned his head and scolded angrily: "Srna! Your uncle's! ”

Lucio immediately followed Suke.

His mission in this game is to keep an eye on Suke, and wherever Suk runs, he goes.

Just like at this point, Suk retreated, and he followed up with the run.

According to Mourinho, even if Suker runs into the goal, he will follow.

Lucio has been very faithful in carrying out Mourinho's tactical intentions.

Suker retreated all the way to near the halfway line.

He turned his head to the left and right, slowed his footsteps, and suddenly leaned back.

Suke stood directly in front of Lucio.

At the same time, after seeing Suker retreat, Diarra also immediately stuffed the ball over.

"It's useless!"

Mourinho shook his head when he saw this.

He had already explained the problem of Suke's retreat.

I saw that Inter Milan's midfield line suddenly began to converge towards the middle.

Their follow-up was so fast that even when Suker stopped the ball, Sneijder and Motta were already on either side, and Lucio was behind him.

Suke grinned slightly.

He should have kicked the ball!

However, he didn't expect Inter Milan's siege net to be so fast.

Sooke carried Lucio on his shoulders and kept stepping on the ball at his feet.

"Suker is caught in the encirclement net, and Inter Milan are extremely fierce in pressing him!"

The three of them almost surrounded Suke for a while.

If it is a sports battle, Su Ke can still compete, but while being forced to stop by the other party, the space is gradually becoming narrow, and Su Ke is also difficult to ride a tiger at this time.

Take a gamble!

Sooke gritted his teeth, and he suddenly stealthily poked the ball with his toes.

The stab shot was aimed at Sneijder's calf.

He intends to use Sneijder's calf to make a bounce ball that will break through the net.

Bang!

The ball hit Sneijder's calf and drilled backwards.

There's a play!

Suke's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around, and at the moment when he was about to sprint, he was suddenly dragged back by Lucio.

Suke leaned back and sat on the ground.

"Oh~~~~ Suke! What I saw, Sooke actually used Sneijder's calf as a prop for his superiority! Unfortunately, Suker was dragged back by Lucio, and if he could break through, he would be facing the backline. ”

Beep!

The referee ran over and showed Lucio a yellow card.

Lucio's reaction was not great, after all, he had thought about taking cards.

However, Lucio's heart was also extremely shaken.

They've all tried to restrain Suke like this, but this guy still uses his imagination to come up with this way of getting rid of it.

At that moment just now, if it wasn't for Lucio's decisive pull, Suke would have rushed out.

Gee!!

Mourinho made some irritating movements from his mouth.

Surrounded by three people!

It was a yellow card that stopped Suke.

Something is not good!

On the other hand, Suke was very excited.

There's a play!

"Keep doing this, watch my position!"

Suke was excited.

Finally found some opportunities to get rid of it.

Of course, he is not sure that he will succeed every time, but if he succeeds once, Inter's backline will suffer.

Inter Milan added a lot of defensive strength when it came to limiting Suker.

But their offense did not slacken at all.

Sneijder kept controlling the tempo up front, and when Inter Milan were counter-attacking, Sneijder and Cambiaso became key points of attack.

In the frontcourt, Samuel Eto'o and Milito also continued to impact Real Madrid's backline.

Suker has yet to break out of the opposition's encirclement, but Real Madrid's backline is under pressure.

"Bigfoot! Bigfoot! Just drive big! ”

Bang!

Ramos kicks the ball out of the danger zone with a hard kick.

Real Madrid's crisis was resolved, but they still couldn't get the ball.

The ball was pushed back by Lucio.

Suke was also competing for the top, but when he was jumping, Lucio directly pushed Suke from behind, and the action was very subtle and practical.

The ball was at Milito's feet again.

Milito looked at Real Madrid's backline as he split the ball to the wing.

The ball was at the feet of Sneijder, who crossed underneath.

The ball flew into Real Madrid's penalty area, and Ramos and Milito battled it out again.

This time, neither of them could touch the ball.

Samuel Eto'o was at the back post and suddenly stepped forward and fired a furious shot.

Bite!

Crisp movements.

The ball hit the post and flew out of the box.

"Follow up! Destruction! Casillas yelled, his voice anxious and high-pitched.

Pepe lunged all the way through.

At this point, Cambiaso suddenly raised his right foot and feigned a shot.

"Pour it for me!"

Pepe shoveled ferociously.

Even if he couldn't touch the ball, he had to take Cambiaso down.

Under Pepe's ferocious tackle, Cambiaso also immediately made the choice to shoot.

At this time, it is a race against time.

But before he could touch the ball, Pepe was already in place.

Bang!

Cambiaso's whole body was shoveled to the ground.

Hey!!! ——

Milito's angry accusations.

Pepe's tackle went straight to Cambiaso's supporting leg.

Yes~~~~!!!!!!

Cambiaso screamed.

At this moment, the whole stadium suddenly fell silent.

Suke's eyes widened.

"No, it won't!"

The referee ran to Pepe and showed the red card straight from his pocket!

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

The whole stadium fryed.

"Oh my God! That's too bad, Pepe! It's him again, this action is too uncool, the referee showed a red card in the 13th minute, and Real Madrid had to play one less! ”

The stadium was in chaos.

Ramos, Suker and others surrounded the referee desperately to explain.

Although it is unlikely, it is necessary to fight for it, and what if the sentence is changed?

Pepe was also stunned!

He did go for the ball, but who knows that Cambiaso suddenly took a sideways step and swept the supporting leg in one fell swoop.

The most important thing is that Pepe's toes are not pressed down, and the bright shoes are nailed!

In every respect, the red card is fine.

Cambiaso sat on the ground with a hole in his sock, but Pepe was able to sweep his shin guard so he didn't hurt much.

"That guy did it on purpose! That guy did it on purpose! I'm running for the ball! ”

Pepe is going crazy.

It was his second fight since his comeback, and it was such a crucial match, that he wouldn't make a dangerous move at such a moment, no matter how impulsive he was.

But now, he can't explain it clearly, let alone ignore it.

"Pepe is trapped by Cambiaso!"

Suke covered his mouth and said to Ramos.

It's really bad now.

It's hard to kick in itself, and now it's one less person to fight.

Cambiaso's nickname is 'The Midfield Conspirator', which not only describes his style of play, but also shows that this guy has a good head and is very good at using some of the rules of the game.

Like now, Cambiasso may have really made it up on his own and created a red card for Pepe.

On the sidelines, Ledpool was also desperately trying to explain to the fourth official.

'If Pepe did it on purpose, then he would have tackled the tackle instead of sweeping the ball, which in itself was a tactical foul action, it was not a red card!'

But no matter how Ledup explained, the fourth official was indifferent.

It's easy to say otherwise, but Pepe has already been blacklisted by UEFA and the referee team, so he will be dealt with with at the highest standard.

Pepe was ejected.

Real Madrid had to be forced to play with one less man.

When Ledup saw this scene, he could only reluctantly make substitution adjustments.

Gonzalo Higuain is out.

Garay comes on.

Let's defend first.

"Me again?" Higuain's eyes widened.

He has lost his chance to play in the league and is now not allowed to play in the Champions League?

It's only been a long time, and I'm going to be substituted again.

Higuain angrily scolded and even caused some skirmishes with Ledepp when he left the game.

Su Ke saw this scene in his eyes, and the situation became more and more unstable.

And in this situation, the game is also starting again.

"It's really bad news, they are already behind in the first leg, and the home team is punished with a red card, and after Pepe leaves, Real Madrid have to make substitutions, this game"

Gonzalez shook his head constantly.

It feels like Real Madrid's game is really hanging.

In the middle of the game, Inter Milan's counterattacks began to become sharper.

With one more man, they constantly moved to the sides, making the most of the space and looking for opportunities to score.

Eto'o and Milito are even more firepower, interfering with Real Madrid's backline again and again.

Real Madrid's midfield has been forced into the box.

Suker was also coerced and retreated to his own half, and the situation was very bad.

Inter Milan began to bombard Real Madrid's penalty area.

The ball couldn't get to Suker's feet at all.

Suker was looking at the front in a hurry, and he turned his head to look at Benzema.

"Karim, change places!"

When Benzema heard this, he immediately raised his position.

Suke is a retracement.

Suke retreated directly to the vicinity of his own penalty area.

It was only here that Suke felt the pressure.

Inter Milan wrapped Real Madrid directly in the middle, constantly pressing.

With kick-to-kick crosses from both sides, it is a question of how long Ramos and Garay can top it.

Even, Suker was considering whether it was time to retreat to the big penalty area to help relieve the pressure.

Just then, Samuel Eto'o crossed.

The cross was kicked too close to goal, and Casillas saw the opportunity, jumped up and picked it up with both hands.

As soon as his hands touched the ball, he collided with Inter Milan striker Milito in the air.

This time, the ball came out of his hand.

Marcelo saw the ball fall in front of him and hurriedly swept his leg to clear.

The ball was lucky, it just slipped under Cambiaso's crotch, rolled out of the penalty area, and came right in front of Suke.

Opportunity!

Suke's eyes lit up.

He slid the ball forward slightly, and immediately looked up.

The positioning of the Inter Milan players came into view, and Benzema's position was not good, and he did not pass forward into space.

Suke gritted his teeth.

Do it yourself!

Bang!

Suker went straight to the ball and began to accelerate.

"Oh~~~ Is this an opportunity? Suker began to accelerate in his own half. ”

Sooker scrambled for the ball.

At this point, any skill doesn't matter, you must keep it at this speed.

Suker's dribbling speed was fast, and even at the expense of dribbling stability, he had to pull out the speed to the maximum.

"Suke! Come on! ”

"Rush over!"

"Don't stop, rush!"

"Suke!!"

Real Madrid fans rose from their seats, their necks craned to look at the pitch.

Suker sprinted all the way, and when he approached Lucio, Suke directly crossed the distance of five meters and pulled some angles again, and his feet slammed down

Swish!!!

Lucio struggled to reach out, but still couldn't catch Suke.

"McConn! Srna! ”

Lucio yelled.

At this point, the only ones who could keep up with Suker were McConn and Srna.

But Srna couldn't pull back in front of him, and McConn started to charge at Suke from the flank.

McConn ran wildly, and he wanted to intercept this counterattack directly in Suke's path.

Even if it's a foul!

Even if it's a card!

He's going to get Suke to stop, too.

Mourinho frowned off the pitch, and he also looked nervously at the pitch.

Suke's breakthrough was too resolute, and once McCone's side didn't stop it, it would be really dangerous.

"Catch up!"

McCone jerked up to speed again, and threw his whole body forward, a falling sliding shovel.

Just when McCone thought he could stop Suke, Suke rubbed his feet during the dribble.

The ball was clawed into the air, and Suker jumped violently.

"Fuck!"

McConn lifted his leg directly.

Mix the souk too.

Sooke did get rubbed, causing him to fall unsteady on his feet and fall forward as he landed.

But while falling forward to the ground, Su Ke braced his hands, his strong core exploded, and he kicked his feet again, and he actually started in a squatting movement, and got up and sprinted again.

"Oops!"

Mourinho panicked.

McCone didn't catch up, and that's dangerous.

Suker galloped all the way and was approaching the Inter backline.

When Zanetti saw this, he knew he couldn't retreat any longer.

Just as he was about to start, Su Ke slowed down and began to adjust under his feet.

"What do you mean?"

Bang!

Suke shot with a fierce kick!

At the same time as the shot, Suker even jumped up slightly, and the distance of the right foot forward leg was very long, which showed the strength of this shot.

"Won't it?"

Mourinho's eyes widened.

This distance, a direct shot?

The ball smashed into Inter's goal like a cannonball.

Goalkeeper Cesar stepped in succession and flew to save.

But the ball was too fast.

Bite! Swish!

The ball hit the crossbar hard and bounced into the back of the net.

Suker turned his head to look at the goal, and the moment he was sure of the goal, he was lying on his back on the ground.

"I'm tired!"

Su Ke was complaining in his mouth, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help it.

Across the Bernabeu Stadium, more than 90,000 Real Madrid fans watched in amazement.

Suker galloped all the way from his own penalty area to Inter Milan's penalty area, and then directly kicked the world wave to score?

What a fucking monster is this!

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

In an instant, there was a surge of fierce cheers.

Real Madrid fans couldn't suppress their excitement, and their scalps were tingling when they watched this long-distance run.

What's more, it was a kick of the world wave after a long-distance run.

This time, Su Ke once again showed his super ability to the fullest.

(End of chapter)