"Ah, ah, ah! Beautiful breakthrough! One past two! Juan - Carlos! Juan - Carlos! God, am I seeing things? He passed Guti and Beckham alone … Oh, oh, oh, oh, the football is passed out!!! Juan - Mata, Juan - Mata! Mata receives the ball! He is unmarked! Casillas strikes! Cross! Beautiful! Juan - Mata's cross pass … Jeffrey … "The commentator Dagestino's lips moved up and down like a machine gun, his saliva splattering everywhere. At the end of his breathless commentary, the commentator suddenly raised his voice and roared," Goooool!!! "
After the goal, Jeffrey got up from Real Madrid's goal. It took him three times to get up from such a simple action. Then the Dutch lad began to run. He ran wildly toward Sporting de Gijón's technical area.
He opened his arms, his eyes were red, and his mouth was shouting. Behind him were all the Sporting de Gijón players on the field, who were also chasing him frantically.
In front of him were the Sporting de Gijón's substitutes' bench and technical area. His goal was coach Li Ang.
It was the coach who gave him a chance, who asked him if he wanted to try playing as a full back, who did not give up on him!
This 18-year-old Dutch lad had left his hometown to come to Spain and fight for this Segunda División team. It was not easy. When he thought he was going to be abandoned by the club, the coach did not give up on him.
I want to thank you, coach!
Li Ang laughed heartily as he looked at Jeffree who was rushing towards him. He opened his arms and waited to hug Jeffree, but was knocked to the ground by Jeffree who was madly rushing towards him. Then he was on top of him.
Then, the other players who were chasing after Jeffrey also rushed up with a howl. A group of people pressed on together.
The whole football team was stacked like a human pyramid. It was a spectacular sight.
"You guys … Ah!"
Li Ang's scream was drowned out by the storm-like cheers.
*****
"Three to three! Three to three! We're even!! We're even! It's even!! "Gihon's commentator yelled at the top of his lungs. His voice even sounded like he was about to cry.
The game was full of ups and downs. In just two minutes, they had scored two goals in a row! They had tied the score! Their fates had been reversed. Even the commentator, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but be excited.
"Incredible, incredible … Sporting de Gijón actually equalized the score. These two goals came so quickly that Real Madrid could not react at all."
"Sporting de Gijón scored two goals in just two minutes! They equalized the score in the finals!! "
"Real Madrid seems to have collapsed in two minutes!" González said. "The Galácticos seemed to have hit a reef in the face of the sudden burst of energy from the Primeira Liga team!"
"Carlos fouled first. He knocked Helguera over! This ball is ineffective! " The Real Madrid commentator angrily complained. He thought that Carlos had knocked Helguera over to the ground, which was a foul first.
Many Real Madrid players had the same idea as him. They surrounded the referee and protested to him that Sporting de Gijón's goal was a foul first.
Seeing the Real Madrid players surrounding the referee and complaining, the Sporting de Gijón fans in the stands and in front of the television who were so excited that they were about to cry immediately felt their hearts skip a beat. A super powerhouse like Real Madrid would always be more or less taken care of by the referee during the game … This was the privilege of many powerhouses.
To the relief of the Sporting de Gijón fans, the referee just shook his head and did not change his decision.
At the same time, a replay of the collision between Carlos and Helguera appeared on the big screen in the stadium. According to the replay, Carlos dribbled the ball forward, and Helguera rushed toward Carlos. The latter did not slow down. When the two men were about to come into contact, Carlos poked the football with the tip of his foot. The football rolled between Helguera's legs, and Carlos seemed to want to flash past Helguera's side. However, the two men were too close and collided directly.
Carlos did not commit a foul. Sporting de Gijón's goal was clean and neat. There was no problem.
Moreover, in fact, if one had to investigate further, Helguera seemed to be suspected of blocking a foul.
Real Madrid's vice president, Guti, was furious. He was roaring at the referee.
Raúl tried his best to hold Gutti back while explaining something to the referee.
Some of the other Real Madrid players stood in place, their eyes confused and somewhat at a loss.
Two minutes ago, they were still leading their opponents by three to one. In view of the "weak" strength of their opponents, even if Zidane was sent off, Real Madrid's star players were still very confident in winning the game and even continuing to score goals to defeat their opponents by a large score. They were a powerful galácticos!
However, in just two minutes, everything changed. The fish belly that they did not take seriously suddenly bared his fangs and fiercely bit off two pieces of meat in the vital parts of their bodies.
Real Madrid's veteran, Figo, looked up at the night sky. At this moment, the Portuguese superstar was a little dazed and lost. He had experienced countless games in his career. There were victories and defeats. There were all kinds of feelings. At this moment, a familiar feeling floated in his heart. It was a bad feeling.
Then, he shook his head hard and drove the bad feeling away. It's only three to three. It's just a draw. We are the powerful Real Madrid. Our opponent is just a Segunda División team. How can we lose to such an opponent?
*****
On the sidelines, in Real Madrid's technical area, their head coach, Luxemburgo, saw Sporting de Gijón score two goals in a row in just two minutes. He suddenly punched the back of his seat.
“FUCK！ FUCK！ FUCK！ F * ck! "The angry Luxemburgo could not help but curse three times in a row. He really could not understand what had happened in just two minutes.
In the president's box at Bernabéu, Sporting de Gijón's president, Manuel Arango, jumped up and rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window. He excitedly waved his fist in celebration. His whole body even trembled with excitement. Behind him was Real Madrid's president, Mr. Florentino, with a gloomy face.
In the VIP box three rooms away to the left of the president's box, Shakira and Miss Betty suddenly stood up and screamed. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at the field in disbelief.
Alice, who was praying devoutly with her eyes closed, opened her eyes. Her first reaction was to look at the stadium's scoreboard. Then, she saw the score of three to three. The girl screamed and rushed to the glass wall. She saw Li Ang open his arms to welcome his players on the field. Then, the whole team stacked their head coach on top of each other.
In the final of the 20032004 Copa del Rey season, Bernabéu Stadium, in the seventy-second minute of the game, Sporting de Gijón scored two goals in a row in two minutes, equalizing the score to three to three!
"This team from the northern port of Gijón may be creating a miracle …" The commentator, Dagestino, shouted excitedly. "There are still twenty minutes to the game. Now, anything is possible!"
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