Perhaps these fans themselves didn't know whether their constant boos were meant to put pressure on Bale, or a desperate struggle as they watched their team's defense about to be breached.
Just as Li Shiguang said in the locker room during halftime, Zambrotta is indeed experienced, good at both offense and defense, and was a top winger when he was young, but at 30 years old, he is facing an 18-year-old Bale.
In positional warfare, he could completely shut down Bale, but what about mobile warfare where there's no physical contact? Bale could easily overpower him with just his speed!
In just a second or two, Bale had already overtaken Zambrotta and was striding towards the football that was bouncing and rolling forward on the grass. Zambrotta could only helplessly wave his right hand behind him, unable to even touch Bale's jersey, desperately trying to catch up!
Marcos and Zambrotta were quickly closing in on Bale. Rivaldo didn't stand still after passing the ball; instead, he made a run from the center towards the edge of Barcelona's penalty area. Behind him was Motta, who had been beaten and was chasing back. Meanwhile, Leeds United's main striker Torres had arrived on the right side of the penalty area, with Puyol next to him, and Sneijder, at the far post, was also running into Barcelona's penalty area, accompanied by Belletti.
Because of Rivaldo's breakthrough and brilliant pass, Barcelona's midfield and defense suddenly found themselves in a four-on-four situation.
After successfully receiving the ball, Bale did not slow down. He simply tilted his head to observe the middle for a moment, then kicked the ball forward a short distance before dribbling it towards the byline.
By the time Bale caught up with the ball again, Torres had already made his run, raising his arm high and shouting, "Gares, over here!"
Besides him, Sneijder, who was further away, had also rushed into the penalty area, also raising his hand to ask for the ball.
But among the players on the field, apart from Bale who had the ball and Bale who remained focused after being broken through, no one noticed that Rivaldo had also rushed to the penalty spot, but he cleverly did not raise his hand to ask for the ball.
Then, Bale, who had brought the ball to the byline, finally crossed it, but because he wasn't using his dominant foot, he didn't pass a high ball. Instead, he swept the ball towards the middle, and it flew close to the grass towards Torres.
"Bale has crossed the ball, and it looks like the target is Torres, but Torres is a bit too far ahead!" Lineker's voice sounded slightly anxious as he saw Bale's pass.
Jon was also glued to the TV screen, but his attention wasn't just on Torres: "That pass was clearly poor. Even if Torres controlled the ball, he'd have to adjust before he could shoot, unless..."
The next second, Reinkel's shout interrupted Jon's half-finished sentence: "Oh!!!! Beautiful!!! Does Torres have eyes in the back of his head?"
Because in the footage, the ball had already rolled between Torres's legs!
Torres was about to receive the ball, but Puyol was already right behind him. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to get past Puyol's defense and then take a shot.
But just as Bale kicked the ball, a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Fernando! Let it through!"
Without even guessing, Torres knew that the person behind him was Rivaldo; his voice was too distinctive.
Torres then stepped to the side with his left leg, using his body to lean against Puyol, who had also heard Rivaldo's shout. He then moved his right leg slightly to the other side, and the ball rolled straight from between his legs to the penalty spot, where Rivaldo was already in position, ready to shoot!
Seeing the ball roll to his feet, the Brazilian veteran, who wanted to prove himself again on this field, felt his blood rush to his head. He looked at the top left corner of the Barcelona goal, turned his body to the side, swung his left foot, and struck the ball on the ground!
“Rivaldo!!!” Reinkel’s tone changed from anxious to excited!
Meanwhile, the boos inside the Camp Nou stadium were several times louder than before, as if the fans wanted to overwhelm Rivaldo and prevent him from hitting his target.
But none of that matters to Rivaldo anymore.
Valdes' figure became increasingly blurry in his eyes.
Until the very end, all he could see was the goal in front of him, which was only 12 yards away!
That goal that I once tried my best to prevent other teams from breaching, but never received the recognition it deserved!
"Bang!"
For the players still standing in the penalty area, the sound of the body hitting the ball had already drowned out the boos from the surrounding fans!
The golden left foot from Brazil struck the ball hard, and also struck the hearts of Barcelona players, the more than 90,000 home fans at Camp Nou, and Rijkaard!
If the camera zooms in, you can even judge how much force Rivaldo used in that shot from the deformed ball.
Valdes made a quick judgment because Rivaldo had been looking at the top left corner of the goal the whole time. So he pushed off the ground with all his might, stretched his whole body to the limit, and lunged to his right!
But he didn't touch the ball. The only thing he could feel was the gust of wind created when the ball flew past his right hand fingers at high speed!
"goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool..."
Reinkel was speechless! He couldn't find any words to describe his current excitement, and the table in front of him was pounded loudly with each passionate roar!
"Goal!! Absolutely in the corner!! Valdes had no chance!!" Jon, who had remained calm until then, finally couldn't contain his excitement when the ball smashed into Barcelona's goal. Leeds United, after all, was an English team, and in the Champions League, it was time to support them. "1-2!! Leeds United have two away goals!! And from Rivaldo's face, I saw something beyond just celebrating the goal itself. Maybe Gary was right! This match has other meanings for this Brazilian veteran!"
When Bale passed the ball, Li Shiguang and Simeone, who were still sitting on the bench, were already itching to get involved. When Rivaldo kicked the ball into Barcelona's goal, the two of them, along with the substitutes, rushed to the sidelines, raised their arms, and cheered, venting their emotions to the fullest.
With only a dozen or so minutes left in the game, and having already secured two away goals, the final result was no longer important for Leeds United...
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