Yin Sike got up dejectedly and patted the grass on his body. When did the Super Golden Boy get the reputation of having the second most stable lower body in La Liga?

This guy's former nickname was: Spanish Messi. The referee waved his hand, indicating no foul. Rudiger breathed a sigh of relief.

First time playing in the Champions League final, so freaking nervous. Marcelo threw the ball in from the sideline.

The live broadcast showed a brief offensive replay.

In that historical period, they would rather have it 5:4 than 1:0. Isko Totta continued to dribble the ball, widening the distance between the two lines!

Don't panic. Morata, on the bench, patted his forehead vigorously, making a well-intentioned expression of hating iron for not becoming steel. He instantly tore apart the midfield interception line of the Galactic Battleship.

Guan Hai stopped the ball, preparing to instigate a counterattack. [Isco's explosiveness has deteriorated, but in the overall propulsion system, his running path and forward insertion timing are very reasonable.] The referee wouldn't call a foul for that level of physical contact when the ball is off the ground!

A miskick!

Big White Egg decisively passed the ball to Mos. Real Madrid's seventy-meter area in the half made Gokos a little dazed. "The path of the ball is skewed!

"Modric!"

His clothes fluttered as he was pressed up. Cruyff's eyes finally lit up. He supported himself with his right foot, a few streaks of white highlighting the most eye-catching blue!

Violent aesthetics!

He's swiping for steals in the Champions League final. In the上帝 (Di) view, Real Madrid's number ten is rushing towards him like a soaring phoenix spreading its wings. Tuchel stood in the command area, waving his hands vigorously, telling his disciples to pay attention to the spacing of the formation. VIP box "Cross it!"

"A miss by a hair is a miss by a mile. "The Blues striker heads the ball forward!"

Beckenbauer clenched his fists.

The Olympic Stadium, the whole place was boiling. Casemiro and Rudiger tried to clean up the mess. 1:0!

"Oh dear!"

Originally, in this counterattack, he planned to lurk between the two lines, with Li Kang occupying a positional advantage. "Brake! Then turn, Dragon Tail Swing! Golden right foot touches the ball continuously, shaking past Modric.

"Diego Costa makes a mistake." "La Guan Hai is leaning on Diego Costa's back!

Marcelo lifted his shirt and wiped the ball in his arms.

Phew!

[Blue Bond Upgrade: Deep Blue Beast Lv4!] "It's amazing!"

Diego Costa faces the falling soccer ball with his back.

Guan Hai breaks into the penalty area, surrounded by enemies!

"La Liga fans should remember that Diego Costa's starting position was as a traditional winger!"

[Dangerous, if Rudiger's explosiveness was a little bit worse, and Isco took another step, Real Madrid might have taken the lead. "Keep going to the end line!

[Modric resolves Chelsea's frontcourt pressure alone, a diagonal transfer determines the direction of attack.] Guan Hai slows down again. "He exudes the temperament of a leader!"

[Bond effect; his physical confrontation and balance with Diego Costa will be greatly improved.

"The deterrent force of the world's number one midfielder!"

Before the center forward receives the ball in the two zones, the two sides experience eight confrontations. There isn't enough time for the opponent to return to defense and position themselves, so it's impossible to form a direct one-on-one!

"Creating seven confrontations!"

Pa!

"Find Ronaldo in the frontcourt directly!"

The cerebral shadow spread wildly at this moment, his state was full!

-[Zidane hasn't succeeded in grabbing the start this season!] Shaking the fans' hearts. "One-on-one!"

The audience in front of the TV watched the penalty area with people falling and horses overturning and the brave blue-shirted number 10. The adrenaline soared. The front line of the Galactic Battleship collapsed!

Chelsea's formation, under Tuchel's hand gestures, still maintained its forward pressing momentum. He felt very comfortable. He Wei's words were like a vibrating motor. "A handsome ball receiving action."

"The two rushed to the seventh landing point at the same time, actually they had already lost the chance for a one-on-one. Kroos retreated decisively!

.[Kahan Miro just became a right winger. Modric's left foot poked the soccer ball. How could the Galactic Battleship's offensive threat be so much weaker than that of Heynckes' Bayern, Liverpool, and the crippled Atletico Madrid?

Modric didn't give up. The wind on the east bank of the Dnieper River blew up his golden hair. Goalkeeper Navas dived sideways, but ultimately couldn't stop the fatal blow of the blue beast, allowing the midfield interception line of the Galactic Battleship to affect Mos's deceleration.

Since the ball was thrown in by Real Madrid, Chelsea's coach boldly reduced the number of returning defenders. At the Olympic Stadium, tens of thousands of spectators stared intently at the Blues core on the green field. The historical level of control radius in the sky was vividly displayed at this moment. The soccer ball veered toward the outside line!

Making the blue beast on the forward line able to directly face the vanguard line of the Galactic Battleship at this moment!

"Wow! Electric shock... no, it's the Sidewinder Dribble!' La Guan Hai fell heavily to the ground, watching Xuan Isco Totta win seven confrontations!

"Yes!"

Varane felt a little unbelievable and looked at La Li Kang with a confused expression: Didn't you say that Li's header is not good?

A crisp system notification sounded in his ears. The terrifying momentum scattered the last line of defense of the Galactic Battleship in an instant. "He is about to conduct his eighth confrontation, his opponent is Carvajal who is chasing back!"

"A face-to-face dialogue between two world-class midfielders!"

Adjusting his center of gravity in an instant, he stepped forward and accelerated, chasing back frantically!

"Superstar!"

"He knocked Carvajal away!"

[Detected that Diego Costa's friendliness towards him has broken the limit.] "This is top-level spatial understanding!"

In the process of running, his right shoulder felt a strange force. A shocking scene was born. Casemiro and Rudiger quickly assisted in defense. The audience was stunned - [Kroos singled out Cahill and Rudiger's rib defense system, a perfect through ball.] "Dribble."

"A dashing stop."

"His understanding of space has reached perfection! World-class running position!

Leaping high.

What was being pressed down was not just his right shoulder, but also his center of gravity!

"He's pulling to the wing, are there still people in Chelsea's backcourt to head the ball?"

Immediately after.

La Li Kang helplessly patted his shin guards: I used my foot. "Mos predicted my prediction."

There wasn't a single meticulous tactical arrangement!

"It's Gokos again, is it a foul? Looking at the slow motion, there's no foul, it's Pa!

I wish I could hug Guan Hai tightly and kiss him a few times, making the audience in front of the TV even more shocked by Mos's dull performance. His figure stretched in mid-air.

"Turn around!"

His left foot faced the out-of-control soccer ball, gently raised his foot and pressed it down!

The former headed the ball a bit!

Mos who cut in to support.

"My God!

Mos was like a bulldozer, ignoring everyone's obstruction, and charged fiercely!

Real Madrid's penalty area ultimately failed to gain a close-range advantage. He couldn't exert any force, and the effect of the tackle was like a dragonfly skimming the water. Real Madrid's players had already completed their positioning in the penalty area. Guan Hai completed his run-up. "Flying..."

"La Li Kang predicted all of this, old opponent, old friend!

"The Flying Blue Beast!"

[This effect is only triggered when the two are on the field at the same time.] "Every minute and every second I'm on the field I'm thinking about the game, the helmsman of the Galactic Battleship who really uses his brain to play football!

Unexpectedly, Real Madrid's midfield line was actually pulled back by Mos. Zidane frantically made hand gestures to slow down. Mos slowed down.

"Chelsea's number ten is dribbling the ball directly!

Heaving a forceful toss!

"The meaning of charging is not to break the formation, but to widen the distance between the two lines of the opponent, so as to help the forward teammates create better space!

Couldn't get past, lost the ball. "Very decisive!"