The commentators were still talking about the impact of Albertini's injury on Sporting de Gijón's goal concede.
There was no doubt that Aurelio's foul was very effective. Albertini was the absolute core of Sporting de Gijón's midfield. The experience and strength of the Italian veteran was very precious to the young Sporting de Gijón. Now, his injury was definitely a blow to the team. And he could not continue playing, which meant that his injury was not light.
"One-one! Aurelio's goal! Now the game situation is starting to favor Fenerbahçe. "
Fenerbahçe's manager, Dahm, sat in the technical area and even crossed his legs.
Although they lost the ball first, they now equalized the score, and the situation of the game was also under his control. Fenerbahçe's rough fouls and aggressive offensive tactics played a role.
He thought the game was already under his control!
*****
Li Ang's expression was solemn. Fenerbahçe's aggressive tactics worked on the field. Their fans put pressure on Sporting de Gijón's players in the stands. This stadium was indeed full of malice.
Albertini's injury and Aurelio's arrogant celebration after the goal just now angered Li Ang.
He had never hated a team as much as he did now. Even if it was Real Madrid, which he had a grudge against, Li Ang still respected the team itself.
However, he hated this Fenerbahçe team now. Maybe it was the influence of the fanatical atmosphere at the scene, maybe it was the opponent's rough tactics, maybe it was the opponent's celebration and provocation, or maybe it was the smug look of Dahm crossing his legs not far away. In short, Li Ang was angry.
It was easy for people to be impulsive when they were angry.
Li Ang was ready to use the [Cannon] skill!
This [Cannon] skill was the reward for the team's away game against Real Madrid in the first half of the league game. He led the team to defeat Real Madrid and completed the [Return to Bernabéu] mission.
Li Ang was reluctant to use it, but now he did not hesitate to use it.
Using the [Cannon] skill, the Sporting de Gijón team's long shot scoring rate increased by 15%!
Don't underestimate this 15%. It was also a big help in the game.
Cannons!
Activate!
*****
After the goal equalized the score, Fenerbahçe's offense obviously strengthened. They did not seem to consider defense and launched a siege on the goal guarded by Valencia.
Sporting de Gijón's goalkeeper, Valencia, the previously unknown veteran, performed exceptionally well this season.
It was the same in today's game. He played very well. He saved two consecutive shots from Fenerbahçe. Seeing Valencia perform so well, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief on the sidelines. It was a lot more reassuring to have a reliable goalkeeper.
Fenerbahçe's manager, Dahm, was angry that the team missed two good opportunities to score. He was keenly aware of the changes in Sporting de Gijón. After Albertini's injury, Sporting de Gijón fell into a state of chaos. Fenerbahçe took advantage of this opportunity to score. But now, although it seemed that Fenerbahçe's offense was getting fiercer and fiercer, Sporting de Gijón was coming out of the state of chaos. This was worthy of vigilance!
At this time, Fenerbahçe's midfielder, Bac Bac's pass was slightly weaker, and it was kicked away by Carlos, who rushed out like a beast.
"Steal!" Dagestino roared.
Not only did he kick the football away, Carlos also squeezed Bac Bac, successfully stuck the latter behind him, and then passed the football out!
"It's coming, it's coming! Gijón's counterattack! "Dagestino shouted excitedly.
Modric, who received the ball, passed it to Mata. The latter pulled the ball, turned around, and began to dribble the ball to speed up.
Faced with De Souza, who came up to intercept, Mata made a beautiful emergency stop, and then crossed the middle. Di Natale had just received the ball when he was tackled to the ground by Orsat.
Fenerbahçe's style was very clear. When it was time to foul, they would not hesitate and kick fiercely.
*****
The referee gave Orsat a verbal warning but did not play a card.
Li Ang waved his fists angrily on the sidelines and protested to the fourth official.
"You don't play a card for such a foul?" Li Ang's eyes were unfriendly. "Are we playing football or indiscriminate PK?"
The fourth official listened to the Chinese coach's sarcastic complaints and could only keep a straight face to calm him down. He said that if there was anything he was not satisfied with, he could submit it in the post-match report.
"Report? Yes, I will write the report. "Li Ang sneered and did not continue to torture the poor fourth official. He turned his head and walked away.
He did not have a good impression of the UEFA. In Li Ang's view, Turkey's home ground had such a terrible atmosphere and tradition. Although the UEFA hated it now, the UEFA was also responsible. The UEFA had not been ruthless to Turkish football for various reasons, and the result was the current situation. For example, the referee could have shown a yellow card for Fenerbahçe's foul just now. However, he actually took into account that the opponent was at home and did not play a card. It was really gutless.
What made Li Ang feel a little relieved was that Di Natale was not injured after being violated this time. Although his body was not very strong, it was very sturdy and rarely injured.
Sporting de Gijón was awarded a free kick.
This was a place kick opportunity about thirty meters away from the goal. It faced the goal head-on and barely entered the player's shooting range. It could be passed or directly hit the goal.
Albertini was Sporting de Gijón's first penalty taker.
However, the Italian veteran had already left the field due to injury. Now, among the players on the field, Ribéry, Di Natale, Mata, or Modric could all take the penalty.
Di Natale was about to grab the ball when he heard the manager shout from the sidelines, "Let Luca take the penalty."
Di Natale wanted to take the penalty. However, since the manager had spoken, he naturally had to obey. The Italian player was a typical honest and dutiful player. Moreover, he also knew that Modric had been practicing his long shots recently. Since the manager, Li Ang, had made such an arrangement, he naturally had his reasons.
This was also because Li Ang had high prestige for Sporting de Gijón's players and Di Natale had a good temper. Otherwise, it would have caused a small conflict.
*****
Modric received the football from Di Natale's hands with some surprise.
"Come on, Luca!" Di Natale patted Modric's shoulder. "Don't let the manager down."
The Croatian kid nodded vigorously. He would try his best to play the ball well and not let the manager down.
Seeing that the person standing in front of the football was the young man who had just come on as a substitute, Fenerbahçe's manager, Dahm, was slightly relieved. In his eyes, after Albertini left the field, Di Natale was the most threatening player.
"Bastard, shoot to the sky!"
"Oh, oh, oh! Shoot the plane! "
"Kid! Shoot into your mother's ass! "
Fenerbahçe's fans shouted insults at Modric, who was about to take the penalty. They did not know who this young boy was, but they just scolded him.
Even though he didn't understand Turkish, the sudden outburst of insults didn't seem to be anything good. Modric's expression was dignified. He took a deep breath and told himself to ignore those guys. He did not understand Turkish anyway. He would just treat them as if they did not exist.
*****
Dahm's assistant said something to him, and Dahm's face showed a smile. He took the chewing gum from his assistant, lowered his head, opened the wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Just as he lowered his head, the referee's whistle to allow the ball to be kicked off.
Modric took a deep breath, exhaled, and began his run-up.
One step!
Two steps!
When his third step landed, he swung his right foot and swung it out fiercely like a whip. After the football was whipped by him, it soared into the air, bypassed the human wall formed by the Fenerbahçe players, and went straight to the top left corner of the goal!
Fenerbahçe's goalkeeper, Rustu, did not care about the ball at first, but when he saw the football cross the human wall and fly toward the top right corner of his own, panic appeared in his eyes.
He hurriedly started to pounce on the ball.
Too late!
When he threw his body out, his whole body pounced out, the football had already brushed past the goalpost and flew into the goal …
Cannons!
Fire!
PS: I went to the hospital for a check-up again today. I made an appointment for a colonoscopy, and I have to queue for the check-up. Everyone, wish me good health. To be honest, I'm scared. I have old and young at home. I forced myself to do everything I can to calm down and write. Thank you everyone for your support.
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