Chapter 256
There was a frenzy at the Bernabeu Stadium.
The fans in the stands even put up a particularly giant cheering TIFO, with three swords hitting Milan, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Look over there, they look so aggressive." Marcelo was walking behind Cristiano. He bumped into Cristiano and motioned the Portuguese to look at the fans' stands in front of him.
Casillas noticed what Marcelo said, covered his mouth and explained: "It was in 1985, the UEFA Cup semi-finals. In the first leg away game, Real Madrid lost 0-2 to Inter Milan. In the second leg at home, they reversed the aggregate score 3-0 and advanced to the final. The three swords were those three goals."
Marcelo nodded in understanding. He understood that this was superstition.
Ramos knocked Marcelo on the head and told him to be serious.
As the two teams walked onto the stadium, the UEFA Champions League theme song, which sounded like an operatic epic, rang out over the Bernabeu, and all the fans sang along.
The commentators on the sidelines began their pre-match commentary. After briefly analyzing the starting lineups announced by the two teams, the referee blew the whistle to start the game.
"Welcome to the Champions League quarter-final second leg match night! The game officially begins!"
"Real Madrid hosts Bundesliga powerhouse Wolfsburg!"
"This match is a game with no room for error for Real Madrid! Wolfsburg has already scored two goals in the first leg! They have almost stepped into the semi-finals of the Champions League!"
"Wolfsburg's iron-blooded central defender Dante even said that defending Ronaldo is easier than defending his son. This is a very obvious provocation. I wonder if Ronaldo can score a goal in this game and get rid of the slump in the last round of away goals?"
“…”
Compared with the passivity in the first leg of the previous round, this time Real Madrid launched a crushing offensive from the start, pressing towards Wolfsburg's frontcourt like a storm.
"A corner kick! Real Madrid got themselves a corner kick less than five minutes into the game!"
Kaka walked to the corner where the corner kick was taken. He looked into the penalty area, exhaled lightly, raised his hand to signal, and then kicked the ball straight into the penalty area.
Ramos got the first point and headed the ball directly into the goal. The ball jumped in an arc in the air and hit the crossbar.
Ramos grinned.
"A good goal attempt! Lacked a bit of luck and accuracy! Real Madrid's sharp defender Ramos blew the horn of attack with a header!"
Although the ball did not hit Wolfsburg's goal, this knock completely boosted their morale.
Cristiano high-fived Ramos and whispered, "Good job, sese, that's it."
Wolfsburg's overall strength is not weak, but facing the Real Madrid in front of them, perhaps what they should regret most is provoking and ridiculing this pure white army.
Fifteen minutes into the game, there was a mistake in a cross from Wolfsburg's backcourt. Kaka immediately seized the opportunity, quickly cut in to intercept the ball, and rushed towards the right front restricted area sideline.
Kaka crossed the opponent's defense line and quickly came to the penalty area. He quickly looked at Cristiano's position and immediately kicked the ball towards the goal!
The ball hit the Wolfsburg player who was defending Cristiano, causing a small refraction.
Kaka stopped in annoyance and looked towards the restricted area.
"Kaka makes a beautiful pass! A side volley into the penalty area!"
"What a pity! The ball brushed past the body of Wolfsburg center back Dante! It refracted and quickly went to the other side!"
Cristiano almost instinctively noticed the change in the trajectory of the ball. He suddenly accelerated forward and quickly caught up with the ball rushing towards the front area.
"Ronaldo flashes and catches up with the ball!"
He shot the ball into the blind corner of the net with almost perfect precision and calmness!
Kaka's eyes suddenly lit up, and then the tsunami-like cheers from the Bernabeu exploded in his ears!
Cristiano picked up the ball, grinned at Kaka, trotted towards Kaka, and happily ran into his lover's arms.
He looked at the fans in the stands, raised his index finger and shook it at them eagerly. The total score was 1:2, just one goal away from equalizing!
"The ball goes in! Ronaldo's powerful shot into the net! The score is one to zero!!"
"The ball was refracted and changed its direction, but it was still caught by Ronaldo!! This is the football IQ of a top shooter!! He always appears where he should be!!"
"Fifteen minutes into the game, Real Madrid had already scored a goal for them! Wolfsburg's advantage is no longer clear!"
On the coaching bench, Mourinho clenched his fists and waved them vigorously, raising the corners of his mouth happily, but quickly lowered them when the camera swept over.
The Portuguese team narrowed their eyes as they haven’t overtaken yet. They think it won’t be too late to celebrate after they overtake.
The loud cheers of the fans at the Bernabeu Stadium were deafening. All the players ran up and hugged Cristiano and Kaka one by one. Marcelo almost jumped onto Cristiano's back with excitement.
"Ha! Cristiano, why are you still holding the ball? Isn't it uncomfortable?" Marcelo then noticed that there was a ball between Cristiano and Kaka, and he couldn't help laughing.
Cristiano was laughing. He was so excited that he just picked up the ball and ran towards Kaka. He completely forgot that there was a ball between them.
Ramos also laughed when he saw this. He grabbed Cristiano's hairspray-covered head from behind a few times, then froze in place slightly because of the uncomfortable feeling of his hands.
“Oh my god Cristiano, do you have to use so much hairspray?” he grumbled, laughing.
"I don't want to have my hair blown out if I don't apply enough." Cristiano rolled his eyes and turned away from the defender's clutches. "Who told you to touch my hair?"
"Okay, okay, I wanted to touch it. I asked for it." Ramos touched the tip of his nose, and another scent of hairspray entered his nose, making him sneeze.
Cristiano looked over and curled his lips speechlessly.
If you have the ability, don’t apply it again.
I don't know who it was who always asked to borrow his hairspray before the game, and he even called it good luck. His hairspray bottles were emptied very quickly, and it was definitely Ramos and another German who contributed to this.
The game on the field continues.
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The Wolfsburg players on the field had not yet recovered from the goal they had just scored, and in less than a minute, Real Madrid launched another attack.
Under the crazy pressing of the Galacticos, the ball went out of the baseline again, giving Real Madrid a second corner kick opportunity!
"Kaka still takes the corner kick!"
Kaka was still looking for Cristiano in the penalty area. His eyes did not meet Cristiano's. He just raised his hand to signal, then took two steps and kicked the ball into the penalty area.
The ball drew a smooth arc, and Cristiano immediately got rid of the defender's obstruction and jumped high forward -
"Ronaldo scored with a header!!! 2-0!! Real Madrid scored another goal!!! The total score is tied at 2-2!!!"
"The assist of the century!!!"
"It only took 88 seconds! Ronaldo tied the total score between the two teams!! Crucial moment!! Ronaldo once again stood in front of the team and used his goal to prove everything to all those who doubted him!!"
"He doesn't have to say a word! The score speaks for itself!"
"Let's take another look at the replay of this goal!"
This header was almost perfect, decisive and powerful, and it broke through the goal like a bullet.
After Cristiano stood firmly on the ground, he rushed directly to the audience. He waved his arms vigorously at all the fans, asking them to cheer and shout louder. And the dissatisfied boos and taunts from Wolfsburg fans, no matter how crazy they were, would only turn into motivation for him to score goals.
Cristiano faced the entire stadium, he looked around as if this was his territory, he was like a king, examining his people.
It was just 88 seconds. For Wolfsburg, these 88 seconds were as if they fell from heaven to hell in an instant, and the devil who kicked them off the clouds was Cristiano Ronaldo.
Even Mourinho did not expect the equalizer to come so fast. He jumped up from his chair and cheered to the team around him in disbelief: "Did you see it?! Did you see it? That guy!! He scored again! He did it!"
Mourinho jumped several times on the spot, and the tie on his suit hit his face several times before he calmed down a little.
He was so happy this time that he didn't hide it at all - they had already equalized, and as long as they could defend Wolfsburg well and prevent them from scoring any goals, they would still have a good chance!
The first half of the game ended successfully with Real Madrid scoring two goals, and Mourinho couldn't be more satisfied.
In the second half of the game, Wolfsburg's attack became noticeably more fierce, and the back-and-forth on the field was so exciting that people were nervous and didn't dare to miss a minute.
"Real Madrid's defense is facing a great test! If Wolfsburg scores another goal, according to the home and away goal advantage rule, Real Madrid must score two goals in a row to equalize again! The Galacticos must move forward steadily! Never let down your guard!"
the narrator exclaimed.
Just as he finished his words, after several consecutive passes in Wolfsburg's frontcourt, a gap was unknowingly torn open in Real Madrid's defense.
Wolfsburg midfielder Gustavo, who was at the edge of the penalty area, seized the opportunity and fired a powerful long-range shot directly at the top of Real Madrid's goal!
Casillas raised his hands and pushed the ball out of the goal frame! All the fans in the stadium gasped, this ball was extremely dangerous!
The Galacticos coaching team on the sidelines were all shocked and broke out in cold sweats. Some even covered their faces, and their hearts seemed to be about to burst out of their chests with Gustavo's heavy kick.
"The Galacticos are on the verge of collapse!! Wolfsburg's attack is still very effective and decisive! The shots are of great quality!!"
I don't know when it started to drizzle on the field, and the rain became heavier as the game progressed, with no sign of stopping.
Wolfsburg's attack became more and more fierce and fierce like rain. A few minutes later, Real Madrid's defense line was careless again. With the striker Schurrle's strong breakthrough and a kick towards the penalty area, the Wolfsburg striker in front of the goal was unguarded for a while!
However, the opponent did not seize this opportunity. When he shot again, Pepe, Ramos and Varane had quickly surrounded him and filled the gap.
Mourinho couldn't help but jump up from his seat, stood on the sidelines and shouted at the defense that was almost as leaky as a sieve. The mistake just now almost made his heart jump out.
The Melingers in the stands began to sing their team song loudly, and the rain made the grass even wetter and slipperier.
"Look at this attack from Real Madrid! Ronaldo dribbled beautifully past the defender and into the penalty area!!"
"Ronaldo fell in the penalty area! Two Wolfsburg players attacked him from the front and back!"
The referee did not blow the whistle, obviously not thinking it was a foul.
Cristiano's jersey was completely wet with rain and sweat. He smiled helplessly, got up from the ground and wiped his face. The slippery grass obviously made the referee more relaxed in judging the defensive players' feet.
"The referee didn't say anything, the game is still going on!"
After Real Madrid intercepted the ball in the midfield, they immediately advanced towards Wolfsburg's penalty area. Cristiano rushed forward as soon as he got the ball, like a sharp spear, forcing the opposing defensive players to defend him with all their strength.
On the Wolfsburg side, Gustavo had to commit a tactical foul to steal the ball.
Cristiano rolled on the ground to release the force. He lay on the ground gasping for breath. With the protection of shin guards, the blow was not particularly painful. He took the opportunity to adjust his breathing. Benzema trotted up and pulled him up from the ground.
"Are you okay, Cricri?" Benzema asked in a low voice in French. From his side, Cristiano seemed to have been tackled and flew out, which scared him.
Cristiano nodded, responded, and turned to the referee: "What's going on over there?"
The referee's place was bustling with activity.
Ramos and Pepe were seen protesting loudly to the referee, while Gustavo and other Wolfsburg players rushed over, and the atmosphere was very tense.
Kaka, who is also a Brazilian and the captain of the national team, immediately stepped in between the two teams to mediate, and Marcelo also hurriedly separated the players.
Not long after, the referee made a decision - Gustavo received a yellow card, and the Galacticos got a free kick in the frontcourt.
"Ronaldo stood in front of the ball! No doubt about it! The most suitable operator for this set-piece in the front court is Ronaldo! No one is more suitable than him!"
The commentator saw Cristiano take a deep breath and stand behind the ball. The familiar free kick posture that he had repeated countless times made all the commentators and guests broadcasting on the sidelines couldn't help but get excited.
"Ronaldo takes a run! Shoot—"
The commentator's voice suddenly rose several degrees, almost breaking his voice and shouting out -
"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL——! The ball!! Goal!!! Ronaldo scored another free kick!!!"
"77th minute of the game!! Ronaldo scores from a free kick! 3-0!! Hat trick!! Reversal of Wolfsburg!!"
"Real Madrid surpassed Wolfsburg with a total score of 3-2!!"
"This is true one-man power! Turning the tide!!"
"Real Madrid fans can always believe in that man!! They can always embrace the pure white faith!! Just because this galactic battleship that has set sail has Cristiano Ronaldo!!"
"He is the miracle that turns the desperate situation around!!"
The entire Bernabeu was completely boiling! The big screen on the field replayed this wonderful free kick moment——
The ball accurately passed over the human wall and went through the gap beside Wolfsburg defender Dante, hitting the goal like a rocket!
The Wolfsburg goalkeeper was ready in front of the goal, but the trajectory of the black and white elves was unpredictable.
It rushed to the grass in front of the goal but suddenly fell heavily, causing the goalkeeper to fly forward. Then the ball took advantage of the rebound force and hit the blind corner of the net at a tricky angle!
The huge force of the ball even hit the camera lens behind the net, causing it to shake violently and fall to the ground!
An absolutely terrifying dominating force. All the fans in the stands on this side stood up and screamed in amazement at this wonderful shot, like surging white waves!
"Ronaldo! Ronaldo! Ronaldo!"
They were singing the names of their heroes.
Cristiano opened his arms and ran towards the stands. There was a red color under his eyes and his white jersey fluttered in the wind, as if he was embracing the cheers that were coming towards him.
This goal made the entire Real Madrid excited. Mourinho, the coaching team, and the players on the bench all rushed into the field frantically, knocked Cristiano to the ground, and piled on the boy one by one, wanting to kiss the Portuguese all over his body, as if devout believers worshiping the god who brought them hope and faith.
Ramos squeezed into the crowd. He lay on Cristiano and kissed the Portuguese man's head several times. His soft hair rubbed against Cristiano's neck, making him so itchy that he couldn't help laughing and pushing him away.
"You don't hate my hair gel anymore?" he asked loudly.
"That must be Lucky Hairspray! Who would hate it? They are all tasteless guys!" Ramos laughed and rubbed the Portuguese's head and gave him a big kiss, "Great Chris!"
Cristiano couldn't help but push him away and laugh. The Spanish defender was like a large dog, his enthusiasm was exaggerated.
He turned to Kaka, his eyes shining brightly, stretched out his hands to his lover, and was then steadily pulled up.
He hugged Kaka tightly and laughed softly, his chest itching from the suppressed laughter: “Kaka!”
"Cris!" The two looked at each other, and no one said anything. They just hugged each other tightly, as if it was an ordinary celebratory hug.
Only the two of them knew that they were almost suffocating in each other's arms.
Three goals, scored in three different ways, made all the doubts and contempt before the game disappear.
Wolfsburg's morale was completely crushed by Cristiano, like a pile of scattered sand. Even though they only needed to score one more goal to sink this galactic battleship, they seemed unable to organize any decent attack.
The game passed by minute by minute, and with the referee's whistle, this highly anticipated Champions League match finally came to a brief end at the Bernabeu.
"Ronaldo once again took on incredible pressure and led Real Madrid to the Champions League semi-finals in desperate situations!!"
"This is Ronaldo! He bounced back in the face of adversity!"
"No team can underestimate him! No player can challenge him! He is the undisputed god of war at the Bernabeu."
Cristiano lay flat on the grass. The rain seemed to get heavier, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He was panting heavily, and the noisy cheers and screams of the fans in his ears seemed like the best compliment.
Soon, he felt the light in front of his eyes was covered by a large shadow. He opened his eyes slightly and saw his teammates kneeling on him, laughing and patting his face. He was pinned down firmly, once again.
"You guys are going to crush me," Cristiano muttered with a smile, opening his arms to receive all the hugs.
James was so excited that he was speechless. He personally witnessed and actually participated in this incredible miracle of reversal.
This is far crazier than the live broadcast seen through the screen.
He felt the energy from Cristiano very clearly, the unstoppable momentum, as if he dominated football and everything.
James stared at Cristiano, but didn't know what to say. Cristiano couldn't ignore such an eager gaze that almost burned him. He laughed and waved at the Colombian and gave the young boy a big hug.
"Hey fofo! We still have a game to play! Don't stand here stupidly!" Cristiano joked with a smile. He motioned to James to pull him up. He used the force to stand up, grabbed the young man's hair a few times, and then turned to the audience in the stands behind him.
He raised his arms high, and the thunderous cheers were like a gift to his coronation as king.
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