In the luxurious chairman's box of the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium.
Real Madrid's chairman, Florentino, was in a good mood.
Since the start of the match, Real Madrid had been suppressing Sporting de Gijón. The team that 'stole' Real Madrid's Copa del Rey title last season and embarrassed and disgusted Florentino was now in a sorry state.
Before today's match, Florentino even personally went to the team's locker room to encourage the players to avenge their previous humiliation and use a big victory to show that the dignity of a century-old powerhouse could not be humiliated!
He really wanted to see the desperate and sad expression of Sporting de Gijón's manager, Li Ang after the match. Florentino's impression of Li Ang was really bad. This man criticized his Zidane + Pavin policy before the Copa del Rey final last season. He also implied that Florentino was just a businessman who did not understand football at all. This was simply poking at Florentino's sore spot.
On the field, Carlos beautifully broke through Dorado and sent a second pass. Raúl charged out from the side …
Florentino was ready to stand up with his arms raised high to celebrate the goal, but then the smile on his face became a little stiff … The old guy who was chased out of Real Madrid by him stopped the goal from being scored!
Then, Florentino witnessed Sporting de Gijón's sharp counterattack!
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Grosso received the pass from Hierro and directly passed the football to Carlos who came to support. The latter blocked Guti who came up to interfere and went around to the back to pass the football again. The target was Grosso!
It was a wall-crashing coordination at the top of their own penalty area!
Grosso still did not let the football stay at his feet this time. Instead, he directly sent the football to Albertini's feet with a low pass.
Albertini did not stop the ball. Instead, he sent the football to Mata who was sprinting on the side.
"Beautiful pass and cut coordination!"
"Sporting de Gijón's counterattack. They are so fast!"
Mata was very fast, but the defender on his right flank, Roberto Carlos, was not slow either. He was competing with Mata in speed. Mata dribbled the ball in front, and behind him was Carlos, who ran and chased after him without the ball.
Although Carlos was old and had just finished assisting in the front court, he had used up a lot of his stamina. However, when he turned around and ran without the ball, he was evenly matched with Mata.
Their bodies tangled together as they ran. No one wanted to give up. Carlos aimed for the gap where the football was knocked out by Mata. He did not expect Mata's foot to be faster than he was and managed to poke the football away before he did. Then Mata jumped up himself and avoided Carlos's tackle.
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However, after being delayed by Carlos, Mata's speed slowed down. He looked up to the front and directly kicked a long diagonal pass from the side to send the football out.
Diego Milito competed with Paven for a header in the front field. Although it was only the Argentine's first season playing in the top league, the 25-year-old Argentine was very experienced. With his keen sense of where the football would land, he blocked his position in advance and at the same time blocked Paven. He took off!
Paven, who was squeezed behind by Milito, was a little desperate. He found that his opponent had jumped a full half a head higher than him.
Milito was in the air, facing the football. He swung his header and the football was given to Di Natale, who plugged in from the side.
"Di Natale!" Gijón's commentator suddenly shouted.
Di Natale had been plugging in and at the same time, he changed his running route slightly, which made Helguera, who was defending him, very uncomfortable.
At this time, Milito ferried the football over.
Helguera's eyes lit up. He planned to intercept the football when Di Natale stopped the ball.
However, Di Natale did not give the Real Madrid defender the slightest chance. The typical late-bloomer Italian striker, who had been buried in Italy's second-tier league, showed the world his ability on the stage of the Bernabéu!
In the midst of high-speed running, the short Di Natale cleverly used his head to move the football forward a little. Then, with a swing of his right hand, he threw Helguera, who had rashly rushed to the side. He accelerated again, like a car that suddenly accelerated, and rushed out.
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"Charge!" Li Ang stood on the sidelines, his fists clenched. He stared at the field and roared when he saw Di Natale's perfect breakthrough.
Di Natale's speed was not fast, but it was amazing. He suddenly sped up and immediately widened the distance between him and Helguera!
Helguera, who had been passed by, turned around and wanted to give chase. However, because his center of gravity had not been completely turned, his feet trembled, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground. He could only helplessly watch Di Natale's back as he sped away.
Li Ang was gritting his teeth on the sidelines. He was roaring and laughing in his heart. Before the match, he had instructed Di Natale and the others to take advantage of the situation. Against Helguera, as long as you were fast and had quick reflexes, then you could break through him! Break through him! Break through him!
Li Ang knew Helguera too well. There was a joke that said that Real Madrid's Casillas was able to grow to become Saint Casillas thanks to Helguera. Without Helguera's desperate eyes after being repeatedly passed by others, there would be no Casillas' growth. Any good goalkeeper was created by being abused!
"He broke through!" The commentator roared at the top of his voice.
The boos from the Bernabéu gradually sounded when Grosso passed the ball to Albertini. When Albertini transferred the football to Mata, the boos were even louder. When Mata beautifully got rid of Roberto Carlos, the boos reached a climax!
At this time, when Di Natale received Diego Milito's pass and neatly passed Helguera without any suspense, the boos were even louder!
The boos were so loud that even the television broadcast could not hear what the commentator was shouting. The audience in front of the television could only hear the overwhelming boos.
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Li Ang's eyes were fixed on Di Natale, who was dribbling the ball. He clenched his fists and muttered, "Go, go, go! Kill them! "
Samoel rushed over from the other side, intending to tackle Di Natale before he entered the penalty area.
However, Di Natale suddenly looked to his left, which shocked Samoel. That was because on the left side, the French youth, Franck Ribéry, was plugging forward at high speed. If Di Natale passed the ball to Ribéry, Ribéry would receive the ball and cut into the penalty area. It would be a one-on-one!
Di Natale's gaze made Samoel's pouncing motion pause slightly. He had achieved his goal!
The Italian striker suddenly slowed down and then turned 360 degrees on the spot with his left foot as the axis. At the same time, he hooked the football over again!
Then, he sped up again and swept past Samoel's left side like the wind!
"La Marseille Spin!"
"La Marseille Spin!"
The entire Bernabéu commentator's box burst into exclamations and roars!
Seeing Di Natale use the 'La Marseille Spin' to bypass Samoel, Bernabéu, who had been booing loudly, was also shocked at this moment. Some people even forgot to boo at this moment.
Then, after Di Natale charged into the penalty area, the boos became even louder and louder.
Li Ang gritted his teeth, his expression ferocious. "Good job, Di Natale! Score for me! "
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When Di Natale's La Marseille Spin broke past Samuels, Casillas attacked from the front of the goal.
The Italian striker, Antonio Di Natale, who had previously been an unknown Italian, was recklessly displaying his talent in football at this moment!
When Casillas attacked, he had already made a decision in his mind!
He continued to dribble the ball and took two more steps. Then, when he saw Casillas halfway through his attack, he knew that the time had come!
As Di Natale ran, he suddenly kicked with the tip of his foot!
Drop goal!
Casillas, who was halfway through his attack, saw this move and his heart sank. He looked at the arc in the air and tried his best to retreat. At the same time, he tried his best to extend his arm, hoping to stop the ball!
He had failed!
The Real Madrid goalkeeper raised his hands high and watched as the ball drew an arc in the air between his hands. Then, he turned his head to look and watched as the ball began to fall. Fall!
Then, almost touching the bottom of the crossbar, it spun into the goal …
1: 0!
In the eleventh minute of the game, Sporting de Gijón counterattacked and Di Natale scored!
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The stifling boos in the Bernabéu Stadium came to an abrupt end at this moment.
The huge Bernabéu Stadium was strangely silent at this moment. Everyone … from their chairman, the club's senior officials, the rich and famous people in the VIP box, to the ordinary fans seemed to have yet to accept this reality. Their powerful Galácticos had besieged the opponent's goal. After five consecutive shots without scoring, the opponent's sharp counterattack had scored!
In the Bernabéu Stadium, in their sacred stadium, they had once again fallen behind the opponent that they hated so much!
"Gol! Gol! Gol! Gol! Gol! Goooool! " Sporting de Gijón's commentator was crazy, unscrupulous, and hysterical as he roared out a long series of "Gol" sounds that almost made him breathless and shocked!
On the field, after the goal, Di Natale stood there in a daze. He knew that he had scored. He knew!
However, his mind was blank!
He could not believe his eyes!
He had scored?!
He had scored Real Madrid's goal!
At Bernabéu!
He had scored the ball into Real Madrid's goal?!
In the net, the ball was there and seemed to be greeting him.
Then, the Italian player's nose turned sour and his eyes began to turn red. He had an urge to cry.
This grassroots striker had never dreamed that one day, on such a stage, at Bernabéu, he would score a goal for Real Madrid!
Then, the Italian striker was swarmed by his teammates. He was surrounded by those crazy teammates. They hugged him, they patted his shoulder, they patted his head …
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On the sidelines, Li Ang was like a player, running on the sidelines of Bernabéu. He ran and then stopped. He raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and raised it high!
Above him were Real Madrid's president's box and VIP stands.
Under the gaze of these celebrities and rich people, this young coach from the distant ancient Eastern country, proudly, proudly raised his right arm, his right fist!
High, proudly raised!
Towards the sky, he waved it hard!
Proudly!
Proudly!
Author's Note: Second Update. This chapter has been changed three times. I deleted it once and rewrote it once. Finally, I present this chapter to everyone.
At this moment, my eyes were a little red. This scene was in my mind: the huge Bernabéu, silent. Li Ang proudly raised his arm, he held his head high. He was so proud, he was so proud …
Thank you for your continuous support. Xiao Qi will continue to work hard. Just for the initial feeling of being touched and proud!
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