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Chapter 277 Peak Dream II 4.3K(2/2)

The processing power is terrifying!”

In Maicon's dull eyes, the ball passed over his head and hung behind him. The next second, Ronaldinho stumbled when he landed, but he quickly regained his balance and cut inward from the left wing with a striding stride!

In desperation, Samuel roared and crashed directly forward. At this moment, Ronaldinho, who was riding his bicycle crazily, picked up the ball with his left foot and rushed to the left. At the same time, he relaxed his upper body and let his arms move freely.

Lift up to get past Samuel!

"It's passed! Oh my God! Samuel's been passed!!!"

Seeing Henry and Chen Mo kneeling side by side at the corner kick, the commentators and Arsenal fans were very excited. The entire stadium turned into a sea of ​​joy, while the Barcelona fans fell into a dead silence.

As a Champions League opponent, Wenger will naturally study Rijkaard carefully before the game.

The whole person was lying in the air, and his right foot hit the ball with great force. The ball flew downwards and hit the turf, and instantly bounced past the outstretched left hand of goalkeeper Valdez and into the net on the right side of the goal!

"The ball went in, volleyed!!! In the second minute of stoppage time, with less than 120 seconds left before the end of the game, Henry equalized the score for Arsenal! Oh my God! This is very likely to be

A perfect goal!!!”

Seeing the ball flying in front of him, Maicon immediately stretched out his legs to intercept it. At this moment, Ronaldinho, who had his right foot in front and had not yet landed in the air, suddenly stretched out his right foot and touched the ball again!

Pry up!

"Oh my god! Is it going to be even?!!"

"Henry!"

"Penetrated! Henry is going to break in!"

Faced with a crazy press led by the two of them, soon, when the fourth official raised the sign indicating four minutes of stoppage time, Barcelona could no longer control the ball in the midfield.

"Henry's finishing ability is really strong, and really, he and Chen Mo have developed a tacit understanding. You see, Chen Mo didn't even turn his head to observe before passing the ball, and directly sent the ball to the most comfortable position for him to shoot!

"

He's not like Ronaldo, who only moves his feet on a bicycle. As he runs wildly, his feet are constantly circling above the ball. At the same time, Ronaldo's upper body is also shaking left and right at a high frequency. The frequency is so fast and the amplitude is so large that it almost pulls him.

Out of the afterimage!

"Wowo!"

"Indeed, it is true, but compared to Arsenal's current excitement, Barcelona is probably having a terrible headache now, and there is only one minute of stoppage time left!"

Chasing two goals in a row in the away game, the game entered the final countdown. The Arsenal players were very excited. No one noticed that Ronaldinho, who always played football with a small face on his face, was full of solemnity and crazy fighting spirit!

Eto'o knocked the ball back to Xavi in ​​the center circle. Harvey kept the ball and handed it to Ronaldinho who retreated near the line of the center circle.

Facing Modric who rushed to defend from the right front, Ronaldinho swung his right foot past Modric and drove the ball along the wing at high speed. Within two steps of advancing, Maicon was already blocked in front of him, and Ronaldinho was

Marco also patted his horse from the middle and rushed to the ground to shovel!

"Oh my God! Ronaldinho passed three people on the wing! What happened?!"

"Gift crab?!"

Volcano eruption!

The commentator's exclamations hovered over the stadium. Under the shouts, the ball drew a small rainbow in the sky. Under the gaze of all the fans and the audience in front of the TV, it was hoisted over Puyol's right shoulder to the left side of Barcelona.

restricted area!

"What a monster!"

The commentator roared, his voice almost piercing the clouds, and all the Barcelona fans in the stadium were instantly excited. They jumped to their feet and stared at the Brazilian man with his ponytail flying wantonly in the stadium!

"He must be brought down!"

This is very similar to Wenger, but the difference is that although Wenger will give Chen Mo a great deal of freedom, he still sets the team's basic framework and tactical system. Chen Mo is absorbing his tactical concepts.

Then feel free to play.

In a flash of lightning, he tightened his strength, clamped his right calf behind his back, swung down, and rubbed the ball with his instep. Under Chen Mo's wide eyes, Ronaldinho picked up the ball again!

"What's going on?! Is he a human in this aerial action?!!!"

Over-relying on Ronaldinho and others, Rijkaard, who was never a master of tactics, naturally became weaker at the tactical level and on-the-spot command.

Close!

"The goal is scored!!! Oh my God! Oh my God!!! Modric, Mascherano, Maicon, Samuel, Chen Mo! Ronaldinho passed five people on the wing to complete a goal

Dragon breaks the door!!! That’s crazy! Is he the reincarnation of Pele?!”

"Super, super, huge, extraordinary performance! Arsenal's defense was vulnerable to Ronaldinho! He single-handedly made Arsenal's efforts in the first 90 minutes come to naught! Congratulations to Ronaldinho.

He scored a vital goal in the seconds countdown!"

The commentator roared, and the red and blue fans in the audience were completely excited. All Barcelona fans made a gesture of worship towards the man who took off his shirt and waved it wildly!

At this time, the referee also blew the whistle to end the game.

When he heard the whistle, Rijkaard, who was still in the booth just now, rushed out of the bench, opened his arms and embraced the coaching staff in celebration. The atmosphere was lively!

Uh, it’s not me who abuses the master!
Chapter completed!
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