Chapter 238: Nonsense
4-4, both sides are back on the same starting line again.
"In the 88th minute, Leandri scored from a long distance in front of the goal. It was a real buzzer beater!"
"We saw that the Barcelona players still had disbelief written on their faces. Valdés held his face with his hands on his hips and said nothing. Leander single-handedly turned the three points that Barcelona had in their mouths into one point."
"In fact, Barcelona shouldn't have done that. They were too relaxed. Although it's rare for Leandri to score from a long distance, it's definitely not the first time. He had made several such high-level shots during his time at Bayer Leverkusen, especially in the last two seasons. Barcelona must have included this in their statistics for Leandri, but it seems like Barcelona didn't guard against Leandri's shot today."
"Although both sides scored a lot of goals today, Leandri's performance was even better than Benzema's who scored twice. We saw Benzema also ran to the sidelines to celebrate with Leandri. The atmosphere in Real Madrid is really good now!"
When Leandri saw the ball heading straight for the opposite net, he immediately rushed to the command seat. Ancelotti and Zidane were already waiting there for the little cannonball!
"You'll be right to believe me!" Leandri threw himself into his uncle's arms like a happy puppy wagging its tail for food.
An old man and a middle-aged bald man had wrinkles on their faces that were almost showing through laughter, and they kept praising each other. Ancelotti was bewitched, and he took out a candy from somewhere and gave it to Leandri. The young goalkeeper might have been too happy, so he peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into Ancelotti's mouth on the sidelines, and then Benzema grabbed it and rubbed his head.
"How about assisting me like this next time? Let's do a goalie-center combo!"
Leandri nodded frantically, then struggled to break free from everyone's clutches and ran back to the field, and asked the players to go back quickly because the game was not over yet and there was still extra time.
As long as the referee doesn't blow the whistle, everything is possible!
Leandri was full of confidence and excitement, and finally in the second minute of stoppage time he got a chance that could have changed the score of the game.
Another yellow card and another penalty!
Modric returned to defense and tried to stop Sanchez, who fell in the penalty area.
Leandri waited with a wooden face until Messi stepped up to the penalty spot for the third time.
Tired of it, really tired of seeing this face!
"Messi once again took to the penalty spot. He has already scored three times against Leandri today. I wonder if he can expand the situation on the field again and complete a hat trick of penalties while completing a hat trick of penalties."
As soon as the commentator of a certain broadcast channel finished speaking, a group of fans cursed and asked to change the channel.
Ryan, we know you've been very stubborn today, but can you be a little bit more stubborn? I know penalty kicks are a little difficult, and this is too difficult for you, but, wow, I'm going to cry for you, Ryan!
The Meilingges put their hands together and prayed that at this moment Leandri could be possessed by Casillas and Yasin.
Now that things have come to this, we don’t ask for three points anymore, keeping one point will be good enough!
Messi placed the ball, and Leandri suddenly turned around and looked at his home stands. All the Melodies were waiting for him, and they didn't dare to breathe. On the other side, Barcelona fans were excited. A winning goal? Messi's penalty was the winning goal today!
The referee blew the whistle and Messi started his run-up.
As usual, Leandri watched Messi's movements closely and did not dare to be distracted at all.
Step and touch the ball!
Leandri bet that his judgment was not wrong.
He slid to the left, took a small step back, and raised his leg!
The ball kissed Leandri's shoes directly!
Saving a penalty with your feet? !
The ball flew in front of Modric again, and Modric immediately made a long pass. Bale rushed to the wing and prepared to shoot, but was blocked by Mascherano who retreated in time and went out of bounds.
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.
The entire Bernabeu seemed to be on fire, all the Milan fans stood up, and Florentino watched his child in the stands, celebrating passionately in front of the goal with his fists clenched.
"Ward, what did I see? Leandro blocked Messi's penalty with his feet!"
"It really boosted morale. Leandri's kick will definitely be a scene that will be remembered forever in the history of the national derby."
"It's a pity. If this save had happened at the first penalty kick, Real Madrid's subsequent performance might have been different."
"But it's also good now. Real Madrid will have a Copa del Rey final against Barcelona next month. Leandri's performance has aroused all the suppressed blood of Real Madrid today. The outcome of the derby that was not decided today will have to wait for the Copa del Rey final on April 16!"
When Leandri was pushed into a tree by Modric, Tutu thought that his defense was going to fail. If Real Madrid lost league points because of him and lost to their arch-rivals at home, he didn't know how he would be scolded.
"You're right. If you hadn't stopped him, I definitely wouldn't have been able to defend against Sanchez's one-on-one attack!"
Leandri was holding Modric and throwing a tantrum on the field. Ronaldo and Carvajal wanted to join in but no one stopped them.
Boom!
The door of the locker room was kicked open. Ramos was still immersed in the excitement of the final save, and a loud noise almost scared him to death.
"Which isn't long...Oh, Ryan, my baby Ryan!"
Ramos immediately changed his expression and took the initiative to kiss his big baby, "Ahhhhhh, I want to kiss him to death!"
Modric simply couldn't bear to watch Ramos' performance. He had just celebrated with Leandri halfway when the goalkeeper suddenly said he wanted to find Ramos, and then rushed into the locker room with him on his back.
"Fuck, sese, just kiss Ryan if you want to, don't kiss me!"
The excited leader ran back to the locker room to tell Ramos that everything was fine. Leandri and the others turned around and returned to the court, as fast as a scumbag.
When the Melcos saw Leandri appear on the field again with Modric on his back, they began to shout the young goalkeeper's name frantically.
Who understands? Ryan is the best kid in Real Madrid!
[Mom, I want to raise Ryan, can you send him to my room? ]
[No, because mommy also wants to raise him. Ahhhhhh, how can there be such a great big baby! ]
[When the defense was poor, Ryan came on; when the offense was blocked, Ryan came on; when the team was almost defeated, Ryan also came on! How can we be so black? This Tama must be worshipped! ]
[Especially the last penalty save, I didn’t even dare to watch it. I was even prepared for Real Madrid to be defeated by Messi’s penalty at home, but he ended up doing this? Ryan, if you want my heart just tell me, I will pay for it if I have money! ]
[My dream tonight was Ryan saving Messi’s goal with his feet! ]
After 90 minutes of the game, Real Madrid drew 4-4 with Barcelona at home. The score didn't seem like a big deal, but both Barcelona and Real Madrid fans were furious because of the last penalty save.
Barcelona: Mad, I will kill you next time we meet!
Real Madrid: Madd, give us another ten minutes, and we will give you napkins and send you back to Barcelona crying!
After the game, Real Madrid players' rating of Liliandelli was indeed the highest, while Benzema, who scored twice, ranked second.
Leandri happily accepted everyone's compliments and ran to find his good daddy.
In fact, the young goalkeeper was not particularly happy. After all, it was just a draw, not a victory. Florentino embraced the sweaty kid and patted him on the forehead very tenderly.
"Ryan, you are my pride!"
Leandri looked up at his father with sparkling eyes. He looked much older than he remembered. "Dad, I will win more games and give victory to you and Real Madrid!"
The old man rubbed his big head and covered his mouth with his hand, "Lian, what I want most is for you to play happily and healthily."
Leandri looked incredulous, his eyes a little red.
"This is what a father asks of his children. You have done very well. No one can win all the time. We may lose to Barcelona in the future, but you have to fight to the last minute like you did today."
“This is the chairman’s request.”
Leandri opened his mouth and nodded very seriously at his father.
"Um!"
The national derby has come to an end, but the attention and topics about this game continue to ferment.
Leandri fell asleep while talking to Kroos on the microphone at night. He was too tired today. He had to save shots and penalties frequently and was under a lot of psychological pressure. The relaxation in front of Xiao Kuan made his fatigue come back instantly. Cross found that as he was talking, there was no sound from the other side, only the long breathing sound accompanied by the electric current.
"Go to sleep, Ryan." Cross really wanted to take the initiative to embrace Ryan's tired body at this time and let him completely relax and rest in his arms.
But young people are in high spirits. Leandri, who was coaxed to sleep by Kroos like a little waste last night, started jogging again as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. By the way, he caught Mini Ronaldo trying to climb over the wall to look for Pearl, and brought the child to Ronaldo's house. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince very unceremoniously ate a breakfast made by Ronaldo himself.
“My cooking skills are pretty good!”
Leandri glanced at the oatmeal milk in his bowl and the sliced fruits on the plate and nodded seriously.
"Come back later and I'll make it for you!"
Leandri also learned to take advantage of others. Not only did he get the breakfast, he also got a ride from the boss.
When Coentrao opened the passenger door of Ronaldo's car as usual, he found that his prince was also there. He ran to the back seat, sat down, stuck his head out and started bragging about how awesome Leandri was yesterday.
"Remember to pass the ball to me like this next time. How about we make a goalkeeper-forward connection?" Ronaldo made a suggestion while baring his teeth while driving.
Ryan felt like he had heard this somewhere before, but it was not a big deal, so he just agreed first.
As for the pie, drawing one is still a drawing, drawing two is still a drawing!
Because yesterday's game was too intense, Ancelotti's first training session was a post-match review, in which he pointed out the problems of Real Madrid players one by one, but he also did not forget to add a sentence, "But you are actually very good, I just think you can be better", which was the nonsense he learned from Leandri before.
The young goalkeeper gritted his teeth and admired his own exaggerated penalty saves.
As soon as Ancelotti saw that his main goalkeeper was about to lose his balance, he immediately asked Zidane to give him more training.
"Ryan, you missed two penalties yesterday. Practice saving them these days!"
"Ah? Oh." Leandri had no objection to extra training, and then he very skillfully took out a chocolate from Ancelotti's pocket and gave it to Casillas.
"I only eat sweet chocolate." Cassie refused.
"But I think there is no chocolate in the world sweeter than you."
Cassie was defeated. People will succumb to countless truths in their lives.
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