Portillo was watching the flight of the football with his teammates nervously in the stands. Although he was a little worried, there were still people who were even more worried than him.

Florentilo jumped up from the chair in the box. The white-haired old man's neat movements made his assistant unable to help him. "Good boy, you really dare to do it!" He pointed at Van der Fate, who ran back with regret on his face, "He actually played this kind of action at the Bernabeu." [..com]

Beckham scratched his long blonde hair. The arc drawn by Van der Fate just now was not weaker than the Becky arc he had become famous. Moreover, he was so relaxed that he had become a physical instinct, "a terrible opponent." Perhaps it was the natural hostility of the same handsome man, Beckham was particularly vigilant of Van der Fate.

"Raphael, the shot just now is very beautiful. If you enter, it will be perfect." Mark thought to himself that at this time, it was almost the defense of Atletico Madrid, and Mark had no time to run to Van der Fate to encourage him, because Mark instinctively discovered that a kid player on the right side of his side had already run out.

Casillas wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and passed the ball to Robert Carlos on the wing. Real Madrid's midfielder was more focused on the middle, and the Brazilian who was good at running and had excellent skills became the real weapon on the wing. Carlos's skills were not fancy, but his dexterity and speed allowed him to easily pass the blocking of Atletico Madrid's teammates. Atletico Madrid's defense seemed to have no loopholes. Carlos made a move and decided to come by himself. He quickly passed the midfield. At this time, Mark quickly ran to Carlos. It was just because Casillas' pass passed over Mark, so Mark let Carlos dribble for a distance, but Mark had an advantage in speed against Carlos.

After Mark caught up with Carlos, he entangled him. Carlos had no chance to do any more favorable actions under Mark's interference. Mark just refused to let him go and just entangled Mark.

However, Carlos's body was indeed very perverted. Although Mark had done his best, Carlos still relied on his body to hold Mark tightly.

This made Mark seem very annoyed. Mark definitely wanted to ask his teammates for help. Mark asked his teammates to help him deal with the player Carlos.

"I don't believe that your speed is really faster than me. You are just stronger than me." Mark said to him in Carlos's ear.

"Velasco!" Franco was shouting loudly about his defender's name. He understood the threat of letting a world-famous heavy gunner advance to his penalty area. He could not guarantee whether he would lose his hand when he hit Carlos's shot. Moreover, two forwards who are also known for their sensitive sense of smell are waiting for the football to appear in front of them.

Velasco's movements were very decisive, decisive and reckless. He slipped the shovel, but only shoveled a piece of grass chips. However, after Velasco's interference, Mark was blocked by him. Carlos picked the ball and jumped up by himself, avoiding Velasco's defense. The Brazilian's skills are really amazing!

"Carlos! Carlos!" shouted neatly over the Bernabeu, because now, Atletico Madrid's goal has been exposed to the range of Carlos' heavy artillery, and all Real Madrid fans are looking forward to a goal that is enough to make people proud.

"Damn it!" Lopez rushed forward desperately. Even if he was hit by the football, even if he was knocked out of the field, he could not let Carlos hit the goal!

"Antonio, don't go over!" Franco suddenly glanced at the cunning that flashed in Carlos's eyes, but it was too late. Carlos's thigh was put down so easily. The touch of his feet was so gentle that he passed the ball!

Raul, who appeared from nowhere, didn't know where he appeared! He kept stopping the ball and shot directly, but his shot was not formal. Perhaps it was the long legs that appeared in the sky that Barboro had in the air interfered with him. The ball was not drawn out with the instep, but poked out with the toes. The ball's rotation was not regular, and it was flying very unstable, and it was swaying slightly in the air, which made it more difficult to save.

Franco didn't dare to catch the ball. He clenched his fists and hit the ball with one side. Perea quickly protected the ball under his feet. However, before he could drive the ball out, his feet were empty and the football was snatched away by a Real Madrid player!

"Luis Figo!"

Figo dribbled the ball and cut inside. Lu Xin, who had already returned to the penalty area, dared not make any moves. This is the penalty area. Damn, if I accidentally touched this uncle, who would know if the referee's restless whistle would sound?

Figo saw the opponent's fear. He had nothing to be afraid of. He stepped on a bicycle, played with a flower gun, and stabbed his toes. It was that simple. The ball had already reached the feet of the person who should have appeared.

Guti, who has always been unknown, when everyone focused on several big-name stars, he used a shocking shot to divert the attention of the whole game to him.

"Bang!" The terrifying sound of the football when it came into contact with Guti's instep. The football rolled the air around it and made a "whimper" sound, falling like a meteor towards the lower right corner of the goal!

Franco was disturbed by a pile of shaking figures in front of him. When the football suddenly rushed out of the crowd, it was too late for him to react. Years of experience told him that the ball might have entered.

But how could Franco give up? He only knew that the Atletico gate he guarded could not be broken so easily!

He rushed out, and it was too late to let him stretch his body. He could only hope that his arms, his amazing grip strength, and the surest grip he had trained, could block this goal that was bound to be scored.

I met, but I just met, and the football still rushed away Franco's block. The force hit Franco's fingertips, but was slightly dull and just slightly raised, but it was not enough to change the result. The football hit the ball net hard, and the snow-white ball net was lifted up high, and behind the door, a flash of light made a big fuss.

Franco fell to the ground unwillingly, but still couldn't save the ball?

"goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Guti held his hands high, enjoying the shouts of the fans like an ancient gladiator, who shouted his name in unison, "Guti!Guti!Guti..."

Cooper hit the awning hard and gave many instructions. However, Atletico Madrid's defense still made the most unforgettable mistake, impulse, and missed people. From the reckless tackle of Velasco, the initiative of the ball has been completely controlled by Real Madrid. "Five minutes, only five minutes, we actually lost the ball..." Torres couldn't believe his eyes, and as Mark, the strongest defense in man, would actually allow a player like Carlos to break through, and Torres was still a little unacceptable.

Van der Fat looked helplessly at the Real Madrid superstars who celebrated each other. Is this the gap? Is this the power of the six superstars? Carlos' sharp attack on the wing, Raul's weird shot in front of the goal, Figo's calm and exquisite pass, and they made Guti's equally wonderful goal together. Mark, do you feel the same helplessness?

Baboro lowered his head, Lopez lowered his head, Perea, Contra, Lusin... They all lowered their heads. They all had their responsibility for conceding the goal. They all understood that Franco had tried their best, but as the goalkeeper's barrier, they did not fulfill their responsibilities at all.

"What are you doing?" Franco's roar awakened his teammate who was still blaming himself, "Isn't it just a ball? I didn't say anything, why are you doing like a dead relative? Are you a woman? Damn, show me the momentum, follow my own people closely, do whatever you should do, don't be fucking like a soft boy!" His rude scolding echoed over the Bernabeu. All his teammates who were named slowly raised their heads, and in their eyes were the anger of revenge.

"Raphael, offense, I want you to attack and let them taste our power!" Torres said to Van der Fate.

Van der Fat nodded, and he also understood Torres's mood at this time. After all, there are only two chances a year against a super strong team like Real Madrid, and if this opportunity is lost, it will take the first half of the year.

"Come on, the game has just begun." He spat, and Mark was smiling at him in the middle circle.

The game continued. Atletico Madrid, who walked out of the shadow of conceding goals, started with Van der Fate as the core and started to fight Real Madrid's luxurious midfield. Unlike the personal performances of the three superstars, Atletico Madrid is more skillful and tacitly passing the ball, using Van der Fate as the fulcrum. They used the pass to slowly compress Real Madrid's defense line.

Chain offense! The same attack as against Barcelona!

Real Madrid's midfielder has enough talent and skills, but they do not have the young and energetic battles of Barcelona's midfielder. Moreover, their organization's core Zidane is not a shadow killer like Ronaldo who can run quickly. He uses an elegant way to dispatch the offense. However, in the face of Atletico Madrid's waves of tide offensives, he doesn't even have the chance to get the ball, so where can the organization come from?

Van der Fate faces Guti, and because he scored a beautiful enough goal, Guti is already feeling a little confident. This time, he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong. What he had to face is the skill of Van der Fate, who is as skilled as Zidane, but faster and younger. Van der Fate's Marseille slew, making his debut at the Bernabeu Stadium.

Guti stood there blankly, and he was directly passed by Van der Fate.

Sam El winked at Woodgate, and the two rushed towards Zhou Yu one by one. Van der Fate stepped on his left foot and stroked his right foot on the ball. A Marseille turned around and passed Sam El. Woodgate had a good time to step forward. It seemed that Van der Fate's attack ended.

"What?" A gust of wind made Woodgate feel a little stunned. Another Marseille slew. Van der Fate performed two Marseille slews in a very narrow space, and then goalkeeper Casillas made a decisive attack. Then after Van der Fate passed the ball to Torres, Torres easily scored an empty goal and scored.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!”

The Bernabeu was silent, and all Real Madrid fans were silent. They quietly looked at Atletico Madrid No. 23 who was smiling and hugging Torres, and looked at the camera slowly replayed on the big screen... The entire stadium was only the high-pitched singing of thousands of Atletico Madrid fans.

Zidane, Figo, Beckham, Raul, Ronaldo... Real Madrid superstars looked at the long-haired Van der Fate with an inexplicable look. Perhaps they saw their young shadows in Van der Fate, perhaps they saw the God who possessed Van der Fate at that time. Perhaps, in their subconscious, this goal is God's masterpiece.

Cooper has never been so disobedient. He was dancing and smiling on the sidelines. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary fan. Around him, Atletico Madrid substitutes rushed to the sidelines, waving the towel in their hands. They were proud of having such teammates.

Portillo was also among the cheering crowd. He did not expect that he was only a person who came from Real Madrid a few days ago, until he saw Torres's cramped smile...

Franco clenched his fist hard, and suddenly, a piercing pain made his brow frown, and a drop of sweat slid off his face. He shook his head, and his face returned to his former expression. However, a little red color on his right index finger, slowly expanding.

Real Madrid was angered! Atletico Madrid, who had been suppressed by himself before, dared to play with himself in front of him. They were arrogant and could not allow them to attack, attack, and attack again!

Guti dunked Van der Fate - vs. his terrifying offensive skills and consciousness, Van der Fate's defense was pitiful. He sent the ball to Beckham on the right. He was abnormal. Beckham did not pass the ball at the first time, but instead dribbled the ball forward. Lusin was caught off guard by this sudden change. By the time he came back to his senses, Beckham had already made a cross with his iconic "Bay's arc".

Baboro jumped up, and this time he accurately pushed the ball at the first point, but the ball did not hit far. Mascherano was defending the veteran Zidane, and the two were pushing each other and snatching the landing point.

Zidane's experience played a certain role. He directly shot, but although Zidane's shooting power was very strong, the angle was not tricky.

Franco kicked his feet, his body flew up, and his hands were spoon-shaped. Although Zidane's ball had a strong force, the angle was not very tricky, so it was not difficult for Franco to pick it up...

Severe pain! The moment Franco's right hand contacted the football, a severe pain made Franco's hand tremble, and he couldn't fully grasp the ball. The football spun in his palm for several times, jumping back into the small penalty area.

Raul was overjoyed. He once again got rid of the defender's guard like a ghost. Now he just stretched his foot and touched it gently, and the football could enter the net. "Don't think about it!" A loud roar shocked Raul. Before Franco had time to get up from the ground, he bounced up from the ground with his own waist force. A "hungry tiger pounced on the food" pressed the jumping football under his body. At this time, Raul's right foot was only a few centimeters away and was about to kick him in the face.

"Take off?" Cooper really couldn't believe his eyes. "How could this happen?" He shook his head, and his teammates around him also looked disbelief. "Although Zidane's shot is beautiful, this little power shouldn't let him lose his hand..."

Franco drove the ball out with a big foot and subconsciously shook his hand again. Barboro's eyes were sharp and noticed this, "What's wrong? I'm injured?" he asked, "Stop coming, I'm just a little careless just now and didn't catch it. Is there anything to be surprised? Can't you tolerate me taking off my hand once?" Franco curled disdainfully, "You'd better take care of your own affairs and take care of Raul... Damn, it's here again!" While cursing, Franco fell to the ground again, holding his palm up, and Figo's long shot also returned in vain.

The corner kick was taken, and Beckham's cross-footing technique had reached its peak. This time, he accurately found Raul, who had been ambushed in the penalty area again. The latter jumped high, and a powerful lion's head flicked, and a powerful rebound!

Franco made another wonderful side swing. This time he didn't take off his hand, but when he landed, his right index finger poked the ground again. The pain came and his hand shivered again.

"Counterattack!" Franco threw a ball with a hand. For an excellent goalkeeper, he must not only be able to perform well on the goal line, but also have good ability to throw ball with a hand and launch a counterattack with a big foot. At this point, Franco did a good job.

Since it was a counterattack, of course he was looking for someone who could quickly tear open the opponent's defense line. Van der Fate was the only one who turned around and did not stop the ball directly. At this time, Franco's hand throwing ball had already arrived in front of him. With a stab at his toes, Van der Fate and Salgado came toward him. However, Salgado was not so easy to get rid of. At the peak, he and Carlos were called Real Madrid's double swords on the flank. At that time, Real Madrid did not even need two wing forwards. From this aspect, we can see how powerful Salgado's defense and offense are! Forcibly twisting his body, Salgado stubbornly followed Van der Fate and kept trying to use his strong body to hit Van der Fate.

Van der Fart frowned. Salgado's strength was beyond his imagination. The pressure from behind reminded him that if he could not handle the ball wisely, then losing the ball would be second. Instead, it would be bad if Real Madrid counterattacked. Franco should have been injured, otherwise, he would not have been able to lose his hands several times in a row.

But this is the game. As long as the referee does not interrupt the game, the game will continue. Van der Fate cannot destroy the football and waste the opportunity of this number.
Chapter completed!