Chapter 290

In the Barcelona locker room, the atmosphere was jubilant, as if the Big Ear Cup was already in their hands.

——Of course, they are not that arrogant and confident yet, but the smiles and relaxed expressions on their faces are enough to show everyone their inner thoughts.

When they came out of the player tunnel, dozens of media cameras were focused on this team that was in high spirits in the first half.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half.

Everyone thought that Barcelona should press on with their victory. They played very smoothly and in excellent form in the first half, but a one-goal lead was not enough to ensure victory. They should have continued their good form at the beginning of the second half and expanded their advantage.

This is also one of the tactics that the Barcelona coach specified with them in the locker room.

But when they returned to the field, everything seemed to have gone off track compared to what they had expected - their attacks were always interrupted, and their previously solid defense was breached again and again by the Portuguese.

Even though it seems that they still have the advantage on the court, everyone in this red and blue team has a bad feeling that they are gradually losing control.

"Ronaldo's back-to-back steal! Just like the steal made by Messi in the first half, he kept the ball firmly under his feet, and Puyol and Pique intercepted and tackled him! Ronaldo used an accelerated speed to get past Puyol! Pique flanked him from in front!"

Cristiano did not pass the ball immediately, but instead rushed into the penalty area with all his might.

As soon as he entered the penalty area, Pique's movements became obviously cautious, which also gave Cristiano more room to play.

His shooting angle was blocked by the tall Catalan, but Cristiano did not intend to shoot. He feinted and raised his left foot as if to shoot, which made Pique block it to that side. At the same time, the goalkeeper was frightened and rushed out from in front of the goal, but he flexibly changed to his right foot and pushed the ball lightly, transferring the ball to Bale who had quietly pressed forward without knowing when.

The Welshman immediately rushed forward to grab the ball and shot!

"The ball goes in!!! Ronaldo and Bale cooperated in front of the penalty area! Ronaldo cleverly attracted the firepower of the defensive players, faked a shot and passed the ball, giving Bale a chance to score an empty goal!"

"The Welshman lived up to the fans' expectations! He headed the ball into the blind corner of the goal!"

"The score is tied!! Everything is back to square one!"

The entire Wembley Stadium cheered and screamed for this goal. Although it was the Welshman who equalized the score, the whole process was more like Cristiano's personal show.

After he stole the ball with his back in the center circle, he accelerated and dribbled past two people and broke into the penalty area. It was as if Barcelona's defense suddenly opened the door to him after a halftime break. Facing Pique's defense, his changing real and virtual movements pushed the game to another climax!

Bale was still celebrating the goal with his teammates, while Cristiano quickly fished the ball out of Barcelona's net and ran quickly to the center circle to prepare to kick off.

Wenger watched the counterattack that quickly broke out on the field. He was surprised but not so surprised. After all, that was Cristiano Ronaldo, and everything became natural.

9

He now understood what Ferguson said. He looked at his old friend who was smiling with his eyes narrowed slightly, and said softly, "You are right."

"Of course." Ferguson nodded without hesitation. He looked proudly at the field, where No. 7 was trotting back to the midline with the ball in his arms, waiting to urge his teammates to come back and kick off. He said, "I know him. He's my boy."

He emphasized.

Wenger rolled his eyes. He really couldn't say a word to this old Scottish man about the Portuguese!

Keane, Giggs and others were watching the game behind Ferguson's seat. Giggs smiled and looked at the field, and said to Rooney: "What did I say? Ronnie doesn't need to worry."

Rooney nodded: "He really can't sit still, he ran to the center circle."

"Because Ronnie wants to win, it's his hunger and desire to win." Keane said calmly, sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. He glanced at Rooney. He always knew that this was something Rooney would never understand.

Real Madrid equalized the score, and the suspense of the game continued, becoming even more confusing and difficult to guess.

Guardiola touched his head. He now understood the Barcelona coach's psychology at this moment very well. He must be very worried. He understood it, he understood it too well.

Barcelona's offensive rhythm was obviously much more impatient. Suarez's attack was like a bulldozer, fierce and with the power of finishing. It could not be ignored. At the same time, he was not negligent in provocation and was not afraid of Real Madrid's defense at all.

He can play in a variety of positions, even in midfield, and he can occasionally play as a central defender.

"Ronaldo ran towards Barcelona's stadium at high speed with the ball! Suarez retreated! He rudely knocked him away!"

Cristiano was knocked down at high speed, flew out and rolled twice before he recovered from the impact. He twisted his facial features, took a breath in pain, and climbed up.

The fans in the stands immediately booed in dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Kaka ran over quickly.

Suarez spread his hands to the referee to indicate that he did not mean it. He just squeezed over from the side to steal the ball, but who could blame the Portuguese for being so tall and thin that he could not withstand any physical confrontation?

Cristiano wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction with Suarez's statement. He shook his head, shook his finger at Suarez and talked nonsense.

Suarez took a step forward and pressed towards Cristiano.

Kaka strode forward, pushed Suarez away with one arm, and with a cold face in between, he turned around and whispered to the Uruguayan: "Stay away from him!"

Suarez raised his eyebrows, grinned, raised his hands and walked away.

The referee gave a verbal warning.

Before Ramos got closer, the fighting here stopped. He looked at Cristiano and Kaka, and didn't know which one could fight better, and it had to be him.

Ramos shook his head.

The amplitude of Barcelona's actions became more obvious and blatant with this verbal warning, as if they were testing the referee's standards, and Cristiano and others became the main targets of this team's testing.

"Damn it! Damn it! This is fucking bullshit!" Ferdinand moved around in his seat violently, kicking the chair and making a clanging sound. He waved his arms and cursed, "Am I the only one who saw it?!"

"The referee should at least give them a warning and warn them to stop these increasingly excessive attempts," Giggs said calmly, shaking his head, "otherwise the field will be in chaos."

Ferguson also had a sullen face, and Wenger on the side did not say a word. He dared to say that if this game was between Barcelona and Manchester United, Ferguson would be in the coaching area pointing at the linesman and yelling "This is murder."

The Frenchman thought so and cleared his throat: "Ronaldo is being targeted."

"Anyone with eyes can see it. But the Norwegians on the field seem to be blind." Ferguson said coldly. While they were talking, Cristiano was knocked down by someone pulling his jersey from behind.

There was a cheer from the audience.

The broadcast room also replayed the previous scene. Ramos passed the ball diagonally to the middle, and Cristiano immediately jumped to compete for the point. Two Barcelona defenders double-teamed Cristiano like a hamburger, one pulling his collar from behind and the other pulling his jersey in front of him.

It was obvious that both of them used all their strength and a gap was torn in the jersey!

Cristiano got up and looked down at his jersey. He found with a smile that there was a big hole in it. He could even put his hand through it!

Even so, the referee did not give any yellow card warnings.

Cristiano was speechless when seeing this. He pursed his lips and walked to the sidelines, showing his jersey with a big hole in it to the fans, and indicating that he wanted to change his jersey.

The fans on the sidelines cheered even louder and more passionately at this moment.

Ramos ran over and rubbed Cristiano's head twice.

Wenger couldn't bear to watch it: "Why, the referee is reluctant to take out his card in this game?"

Ferguson laughed angrily. If he were to ask him, Real Madrid's defenders should at least do some dirty work to teach those guys a lesson.

Of course, not the one who had already received a yellow card in the first half.

Cristiano changed his jersey and returned to the field and the game continued.

The game is still deadlocked.

"The game has entered the 80th minute! It's about to be dragged into overtime! Can Real Madrid and Barcelona score one more goal in regular time to end the game? The situation on the field urgently needs some changes--"

The commentator was talking when he suddenly stopped talking and exclaimed: "Ramos made a flying tackle! Suarez fell to the ground and twisted his body in pain!"

Ramos' flying tackle kicked the ball cleanly out of the baseline, but at the same time his body hit Suarez, knocking the Uruguayan out.

The referee ran over quickly, Ramos raised his hands and immediately signaled the referee, while the Barcelona players quickly surrounded him. The smell of gunpowder was very strong, as if a war was about to break out.

When Cristiano ran over, he was still looking for the location of the fight, but Pepe quickly grabbed him and pushed him behind him.

Not long after, the referee gave his verdict -

"A yellow card! Real Madrid captain Ramos received another yellow card! This is his second yellow card in this final! So this means he will..."

The commentator's voice suddenly rose as the referee pulled out another red card: "Two yellows turned into one red, Sergio Ramos is sent off with a direct red card!!"

Everyone gasped, red card! what does that mean? This means that at a moment like the Champions League final, Real Madrid will have to play with ten men against a team that is no less powerful.

This means they are one step closer to victory.

The fans in the Barcelona stands were as excited as if they had already won the game.

All the Real Madrid players surrounded the referee, but more questioning and entanglement would only make the situation worse and more embarrassing. Kroos and Kaka could only try their best to control themselves and stop their teammates.

Ramos knew there was nothing more to say at this moment, so he took off the captain's armband on his arm and called Cristiano over.

He carefully put the captain's armband on Cristiano's arm, bowed his head and tied it carefully, and said softly: "Chris, this is up to you."

Cristiano pursed his lips, looked down at the armband on his arm, said nothing, just nodded.

Ramos patted his arm and hurried off the court.

"Ronaldo becomes the captain of Real Madrid! Now Real Madrid has to face the worst! They will fight Barcelona without one player!"

In the stands, Guardiola took a deep breath and said to his friend in a low voice: "It seems that the outcome of this game is not too suspenseful."

Figo pursed his lips and said nothing.

The game was still dragged into overtime. In the last ten minutes of the regular time, everyone could see that Real Madrid had put in all their effort just to guard against Barcelona's goal. Cristiano even retreated to his own penalty area.

Overtime.

The balance of victory or defeat in this game may have been tilting towards Barcelona since the first yellow card.

"Ronaldo led this team of only ten people and fought Barcelona until overtime! Now the game has begun! Real Madrid in white is attacking from the left to the right of the screen!"

"Surprisingly, even though Barcelona faced Real Madrid with only ten players, they still couldn't get the ball into the opponent's goal!"

"Real Madrid's stubborn defense is a real headache!"

Barcelona's attack is no longer as fierce and frequent as before. The players will inevitably become physically and mentally tired and impetuous after failing to score for a long time. This is normal. Messi's two shots were either off target or kept by the goalkeeper.

"Messi's long-range shot lacks power and speed, and is not as threatening as others. This long-range shot should actually be given to Suarez or Xavi to handle."

"His shots are more about technique and deception. When his moves are seen through by experienced goalkeepers, his shot threat immediately drops by half! Of course, but he is still one of the top shooters!"

The commentator spoke very quickly, and the situation on the field was not as most people thought - Barcelona would easily score a goal because of Real Madrid's ten-man battle. Instead, the roles of attackers and defenders kept changing!

Cristiano kept calling out to his teammates. He faced the fans in the stands, waving his hands vigorously, asking the fans on the field to continue supporting them and get excited.

The game had been going on for two hours - including the break and injury time, the fans were tired.

The field was renewed once again because of Cristiano's constant and unremitting encouragement.

"Marcelo steals the ball! He passes it to Kaka! Kaka speeds up!"

"Kaka got the ball on the right, and Ronaldo on the left also accelerated! Two white figures on the field are quickly attacking Barcelona's defense line!"

"Kaka passes the ball to Ronaldo! Barcelona's defense has obviously tightened. If Ronaldo wants to break through the penalty area, he must have the support of his teammates! But at the moment, the Portuguese's teammates haven't had time to catch up!"

Cristiano pressed forward with the ball while looking at the field. He knew that as long as he continued to move into the penalty area, Barcelona's defenders would stop him even if they committed a foul. He might get a long-distance free kick, but it was also very likely that he would get nothing.

In the brief few seconds he was thinking, Puyol approached. The Barcelona captain knew that they could not give Cristiano any more chances to move forward. That man could shoot from anywhere!

Cristiano raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the Barcelona captain who was pressing forward. He immediately kicked the ball away and quickly went around Puyol with his back, catching the opponent off guard and making him brake suddenly.

Cristiano didn't think too much, he knew clearly that the space and opportunity given to him to shoot would be fleeting.

A direct long shot into the goal!

The ball was so powerful that it went straight through the gap between two defensive players in the penalty area and fell straight down in front of the goalkeeper!

"The ball even changed its direction in the air!"

"Ronaldo made a long shot! It directly blew open the Barcelona goal!!"

"A world wave!!! Ronaldo completed a world wave in extra time!!!"

"He scored with his signature violent long-range shot! He reversed the score to overtake Barcelona in the final extra time of the Champions League final!!"

"Less than ten minutes left! Can Real Madrid keep the scoreline?!"

The whole audience was boiling!

Cristiano's long shot from half court was like an unstoppable arrow! It penetrated Barcelona's defense and also penetrated the Barcelona goalkeeper's defense!

Ferguson in the stands was so excited that he almost jumped up from his seat. He was so happy that his face turned red and he raised his fist and cheered like a child!

"See! See! That's my Ronnie!" Coach Sugra was proud and complacent, and did not hide his show-off at all.

Wenger applauded and smiled, and at the same time rolled his eyes at his old friend without hesitation: "I know, I know."

Forget it, Arsenal still doesn't have the money to buy that baby anyway.