When the fourth official raised the substitution sign in his hand, Newcastle fans breathed a sigh of relief. Shearer was supposed to be replaced. McLaren also breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he saw Newcastle substitution, and everyone had no trump cards. However, everyone was surprised. Newcastle was left with a full-back, a defensive midfielder and a central defender. Shearer was still on the court, and Boomson, who performed solidly and steadily, was replaced.

Crazy!

Master Yang is crazy!.

There were only two people standing on Newcastle's back line: Vermullen and Vales.

The free kick was taken out and the ball flew to the far corner of the goal. The penalty area was full of thighs, and the goalkeeper attacked! Newcastle grabbed the point!

The two people collided heavily, and from the perspective of Mr. Yang, there was no way to see what happened. The referee's whistle rang, and of course the goalkeeper was the greatest protection in the penalty area.

Crash the goalkeeper!

Of course, the goalkeeper can lie down as long as he can. But Newcastle players did not get up either.

"Hamsik, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Hamsik half-sitted on the grass and struggled to get up.

Tang Ning held him down: "Don't worry, why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Hamsik gritted his teeth and pointed at his shoulder.

"Dislocated?" Tangning looked at Hamsik's left arm as soft as noodles.

"Maybe..." Hamsik helped his arm and immediately took a breath of pain.

"Is it the end?"

"Hey, Mr. Tang, aren't you cheating me? How could you score without me?"

"You'll die if you're so stinky. I'll ask Master Yang."

"Don't slap my arms first."

Tangning carried Hamsik to the sidelines, and Mr. Yang squatted beside the two of them.

"Hey, stinky brat, if you don't have it, don't hold on. It's enough to hit them ten of us."

"I won't end anyway, and you don't have a replacement place." Hamsik grinned.

Downing wrapped Hamsik and his arm was fixed near his chest.

Tang Ning: "If you move first, you will be a little unbalanced."

"Go on the field, you can do what Beckenbauer can do."

Hamsik staggered while covering his arms and immediately stabilized his body. Beckenbauer, you really look down on me. Hamsik straightened his back and returned to the field.

Newcastle is going to score a goal, Middlesbrough is going to advance, and the ball is basically flying around the half-court of Miburg. The game has reached 89 minutes, and the score has not changed. At this time of the game, Newcastle has reversed the score, but the goal has not arrived for a long time.

The fourth official raised the sign of stoppage time. A prominent number "5".

There are still the last five minutes. The last five minutes. Five minutes.

Some fans' throats were hoarse, and the waving flags were no longer flying. St James Park could only hear noisy worries.

"No hope."

"No hope."

"It's really hopeless." Some Newcastle fans were still standing in the stands, but they couldn't bear to watch the game. Because they knew that their players were really fighting. This game was the best Newcastle played the whole season - courage, will, wisdom... They saw the soul of this team.

Shearer is fighting, Di Maria is fighting, Irving is fighting, and Vares is fighting - whether it is a retired veteran or the youngest and least experienced young player, whether it is a high-priced star player, or a new player who has just joined the team in the summer, all the players are burning their energy. But the thing called football flew around in front of the door frame on the side of the St. James Park Stadium.

In the last three minutes, Di Maria took the ball in control. The ninety-minute run had exhausted him. He looked up and observed the front. All eleven players on the opponent had retreated to halftime. A season of eye-catching performance made people almost forget that he was just a 17-year-old boy, and even his nationality.

"Pass."

Di Maria knows that the person who speaks is the shirtless Hamsik. Pass it to you? Is there any difference?

Even though I thought so, the ball was passed out.

"Run." Hamsik waved forward.

Hamsik tried to make his mind clear. What can he teach in tactics, tactics, and tactics classes to break intensive defense?

Running, speed, support. Hamsik saw a yellow-skinned figure running towards him.

Pass the ball.

Dong Fangzhuo took the ball, and a Middlesbrough player followed behind him.

As soon as he led and then he turned around, Dong Fangzhuo turned around at the same time.

The man ball has been divided!

Breakthrough!!!

Dong Fangzhuo's breakthrough poured a handful of oil on the last flame that was about to be extinguished.

Hiller looked up at Dong Fangzhuo, moved his legs and ran out of the penalty area. He pulled open the space, this was an opportunity.

After Dong Fangzhuo passed the ball, he did not continue to dribble the ball, and his instep was pushed to Milner, who was also just on the court.

Two and one.

Near the corner flag of Middlesbrough, the two broke through another defense of the opponent.

Walk towards the restricted area or cross it on the spot?

Cycling. Two or three, four, five, six, seven!

Middlesbrough players were overwhelmed and fell to the ground, and only the St James Field was heard in unison.

Rapidly advance!

Only this word can describe Dong Fangzhuo now. From near the corner flag to the penalty area, from starting to doing bicycle movements to knocking down his opponent, Dong Fangzhuo only took 4 seconds, to be exact, 3.8 seconds.

"Stop him!! Don't let him kick!!" McLaren shouted on the sidelines, even though he knew that the players couldn't hear what he was calling.

Middlesbrough players have seen the goal scored in Birmingham in the last game. The Chinese who was first in the Premier League has already equated with the word "danger". Two stubborn men blocked Dong Fangzhuo's way, including all shooting angles.

In the flash, Dong Fangzhuo remembered a way of passing the ball that he could only use on the training ground.

Flower arrangement pass!

I don’t know when Dong Fangzhuo learned Di Maria’s unique skills.

The ball rolled out a brilliant arc and flew towards the penalty area.

Grab the point!

Diyala headed the ball! The ball was blocked.

Not finished yet.

A figure unfolded his body in the air.

Hook up in the air!

The ball flew towards the goal, but there was a player in front of the goal.

Unstoppable!

The ball hit the player Mibao and still hit the net.

The ball went in, went in, went in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hamsik's volley is in the air!!! Newcastle needs the third goal the most!!! Finally arrived at St. James Stadium in the 92nd minute.

Newcastle fans exploded the entire court! The shocking cheers hit the eardrums and thumped.

The game ended soon, but the ball was still in.

Middlesbrough fans stood quietly in the stands. They were originally looking at how the team advanced easily. But now the game has become like this. The camera looked at a fan with a blank look. The fan looked at the partner next to him, opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and the fans behind him covered their faces.

Dong Fangzhuo quickly picked out the ball from the net and put it in the center circle. Diyala, who headed the ball, helped her head up and arched Hamsik on the ground in pain!

We have to score more!

We can still score goals!

The scene just now was played on TV. The ball was in mid-air. Hamsik found the most suitable space like a fox and helped him to run. He was a little staggering when he was running, but after flying into mid-air, he was as vigorous as a goshawk flapping his wings!

McLaren was also a little confused on the sidelines, why did the game play like this? It seems that he has to think about the tactical deployment of overtime. However, what happened next may make McLaren uncomfortable for the whole summer.

Minute 95.

Newcastle's last free kick. The Middlesbrough players were almost all lined up and stood on the goal line.

Dong Fangzhuo assisted.

Free kick with right foot.

Dead corner.

4-0.

That's right!! The last second!! The ultimate kill among the ultimate kills.

Mr. Yang rushed into the court without waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, followed by Rhode, Downing and the entire Newcastle coaching staff.

Then, he heard a long whistle.
To be continued...