Chapter 265
Rhythmic drum beats rang out in the Berlin Olympic Stadium, again and again, the rhythm becoming more and more compact and passionate, making the blood in the veins seem to boil.
Real Madrid's offensive rhythm was not disrupted by Juventus' one-goal lead. Ancenotti watched the situation on the field calmly on the sidelines.
Juventus has Pirlo, who is like the hub of the team. His creativity has injected vitality into Juventus, while Real Madrid also has its own trump card.
"Ramos passed the ball to Kaka, who passed it diagonally to Ronaldo. Without a doubt, Kaka's first choice was Ronaldo!"
After Cristiano got the ball on the left side, he immediately accelerated forward from the midfield.
Juventus' midfield and backcourt almost rushed towards Cristiano one after another.
"We can see that after Ronaldo got the ball, the two Juventus defenders immediately surrounded Ronaldo from the left and right!"
"Juventus' defenders have faced Ronaldo more than once. At Manchester United and in the World Cup final, Ronaldo impressed the defenders. They know they can't underestimate Ronaldo when he gets the ball."
Cristiano calmly observed the defensive players swarming around him. Instead of slowing down and adjusting because of the defensive players' high pressure, he sped up.
"Ronaldo accelerated past the opponent without any intention of slowing down! He was so fast that it was impossible to catch him!"
"Bonucci turned around and returned to defense right in front! Ronaldo suddenly stopped the ball, and Bonucci missed Ronaldo without warning!"
"Ronaldo has reached the edge of the penalty area! Almost all of the five defensive players in front of him are blocking Ronaldo! Benzema and Bale quickly catch up and wait for an opportunity on both sides."
Cristiano suddenly turned and changed speed, moved to the middle and shot quickly. The ball was blocked by the defender in front of him, but it bounced back to Cristiano's feet.
Cristiano shot directly without hesitation!
The ball was going so fast and sharply that it hit the upper right corner of the goal!
Buffon didn't even have time to react to make a save, his vision was blocked by the defender in front of him, and everything happened in a flash!
"Oh!!! The ball goes in!!! Ronaldo's rocket shot!! The ball goes straight into the dead corner!! The score is tied!"
"This is a goal that fully demonstrates Ronaldo's personal strength! Consecutive dribbling, shots from outside the penalty area, and quick follow-up shots after being blocked! Everything happened in less than a minute!"
"This is the difference between Ronaldo and the others. The ability of a top shooter cannot be questioned!"
Buffon looked helplessly at the goal behind him. This ball was impossible to defend. He had just determined the boy's shooting motive, and then the ball hit the dead corner like lightning, leaving him no chance to move.
His ears were filled with the screams of the fans in the stands, and then he watched Cristiano jog into the net in front of him, fish out his ball and hold it in his arms, and then jog away from him and quickly run towards his teammates.
The Portuguese was almost buried in the crowd as his extremely excited teammates jumped on him one after another.
Pirlo was breathing heavily and stayed beside Buffon. He followed Buffon's line of sight and said: "His speed and passing are cleaner and more decisive than before."
"This little trick is very annoying." Bonucci suddenly interrupted.
Buffon shook his head and waved to his players to adjust quickly and cheer up.
He thought to himself that even his shooting was becoming more and more perfect, with creation and shooting taking place almost simultaneously. Cristiano had reached his maturity and peak in Real Madrid.
The game entered a stalemate. With Cristiano equalizing the score, it was like a shot in the arm for the team, and Real Madrid's offense became smoother.
Still in the midfield, Modric and Marcelo cooperated in the middle and backcourt to deliver the ball to the frontcourt.
Cristiano took the ball on the wing and quickly stepped past the defense again. He suddenly pushed the ball forward, and the ball jumped over the defensive player in front of him and rolled forward at an accelerated speed.
Cristiano passed the ball along the sideline and immediately dodged the opposing player.
"Ronaldo caught up with the ball! Very fast! Is he going to repeat his previous solo shot from a thousand miles away?!"
The commentators in the broadcast room all held their breath and stared at the big screen nervously and intently.
But unexpectedly - it seemed that even the player defending Cristiano did not expect that Cristiano did not take the ball directly into the penalty area. Instead, he made a diagonal pass across the middle to Kaka on the other side!
Kaka made almost no adjustments after receiving the ball and attacked directly towards the goal.
The ball was blocked by the defender and immediately returned to Kaka's feet.
The shooting angle in front of Kaka was fleeting and was blocked again. He reacted very quickly and caught Cristiano who had already moved nearby. He passed the ball straight through the two defensive players in the penalty area. The ball rolled to Cristiano's feet with an accuracy as if he had an eight-fold telescope.
"Ronaldo is in the shooting position! Shoot!!"
“It’s in again!!!”
"Ronaldo scored twice!!! Kaka made a through pass to assist!! Helped Real Madrid win another goal!!"
"Real Madrid overtook Juventus! The score is 2 to 1!"
Cristiano turned and ran towards Kaka, hugging Kaka excitedly. Kaka had already bent down slightly, ready to let his lover climb the tree, but Cristiano still just jumped up happily, like a big koala, and excitedly raised his arms towards the stands behind them.
Ancenotti was very satisfied, but he still just clenched his fists in restraint and was secretly happy. Until the whistle was blown at the last second of the game, everything was still unknown.
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In the 75th minute of the game, Juventus coach exercised his right to make substitutions and young newcomer Marrone came on.
Although still a newcomer, he is like a surprise weapon for Juventus. In his past appearances, he has always been able to seize the playing time and give as good an answer as possible.
And this time, he also lived up to everyone's expectations -
Ramos made a mistake and sent the ball into the penalty area. Malone did not miss this opportunity. The young man suddenly accelerated and shot directly from a small angle in front of the goal. The ball went into the net!
"Juventus scored another goal!! Marrone, who had just come on, scored a goal that was crucial for Juventus to reach the Champions League final!"
"The score is tied again!"
"In this game, both teams played to their own level and style, and the score was very close!"
The Juventus stands were in a state of complete excitement, with some people even excitedly lighting up red handheld fireworks. For a moment, the director's camera was filled with drifting red smoke.
Ramos pounded his hand dejectedly, raised his head and closed his eyes in annoyance. How could he miss this ball! ?
Cristiano trotted past him, bumped Ramos' shoulder, and whispered to the frustrated defender: "Cheer up, it's a bit bad, but it's not a big deal, we can overtake again."
Cristiano gave him a hug, short but strong, hugged Ramos tightly, patted his back, then let go and ran away quickly.
Ramos was about to put his hand back on Cristiano's back for a hug, but the other party ran away the next second. He paused with his raised hand, then wiped his face hard and took a deep breath.
Cristiano is always right.
"Don't think too much, Sergio." Modric ran past Ramos, and the Croatian said in a low voice as if he was talking casually, "Most of the time I don't think too much about the problem, as long as I believe in Cristiano, I will always win."
Ramos took a quick look at the smaller Croatian and knew he was right.
Regular time is almost coming to an end.
In the 89th minute, Buffon noticed that the linesman was about to light up the injury time minute sign. He knew that there was not much time left. As long as they could drag the game past the injury time and into overtime, they would still have a 50% chance of winning.
However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, there was another exclamation from the audience.
The ball under Pirlo's feet was forced out of the sideline by Pepe, and then Real Madrid quickly served the ball from the sidelines to Cristiano's feet.
Cristiano trotted along the sidelines with the ball, and just after passing the midfield, Pirlo and Bonucci surrounded him with a fierce look in their eyes.
Seeing this, the Portuguese slightly accelerated his pace, took two steps forward with the ball, and kicked it suddenly!
A beautiful outside-of-the-foot pass in a wide arc sent the ball far in front of all the defensive players.
This ball seemed to have an automatic cruise function, and the fast arc ball slid through the penalty area.
Buffon hesitated for less than a second before quickly taking the initiative to attack. As a result, a faster figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Buffon took the initiative and the goal was empty!"
"Kaka!! Kaka unexpectedly appeared in the attacking position, moved forward! A powerful shot! The ball went in!!!"
"Ronaldo still chose to pass the ball to Kaka again, and Kaka lived up to this magical pass!!"
"The score has reversed again! Three to two!!!"
"Oh my god, Juventus and Real Madrid scored five goals in just 90 minutes!! It's amazing!!"
"The linesman gave seven minutes of injury time! Can Juventus use these seven minutes to equalize the score?!"
The rhythm of the drums on the field became more and more intense. Juventus was like a trapped beast in a cage, launching frantic attacks on Real Madrid.
"The Zebras' attack was too strong. If the second half had started earlier, maybe it wouldn't have dragged on to the current situation?"
"Juventus was making their last desperate struggle. Perhaps they were trying to save their energy in order to drag the game into overtime? But Ronaldo's cruising assist was so accurate! It was like positioning Kaka accurately. Kaka also did not waste Ronaldo's rainbow pass and scored the ball into the goal. Buffon's hesitation for a few tenths of a second completely overturned the balance of the game!"
The commentators in the broadcast room were talking at once, and just when everyone thought the game was almost won, no one expected that in the second minute of injury time, Pirlo's shot from outside the penalty area would equalize the score again!
"Pirlo's violent long shot! Casillas lost the ball! Juventus got another point!!!"
"Tonight's Berlin is full of unexpected surprises! Incredible!! Juventus' Pirlo equalized with Real Madrid in injury time!"
"There are less than five minutes left! Will there be another goal that breaks the balance?"
No one dared to breathe heavily, and even the fans in the stands were staring at the black and white ball, moving their heads left and right.
"Almost all Real Madrid players pressed towards Juventus' frontcourt!"
"Modric made a lob shot from outside the penalty area, the ball fell to the front point, and Marcelo broke free from the defense and quickly moved forward!"
This ball was so dangerous that everyone held their breath and dared not blink.
Just as Marcelo was about to jump, he was knocked to the ground by the defensive player behind him!
"Marcelo down!"
"The referee blew the whistle! It's a foul!"
"God, in the final minutes of injury time, is the referee going to give Real Madrid a penalty?!"
The referee gestured towards the penalty spot in front of the goal - a penalty!
Juventus players reacted violently and surrounded the referee, and even Buffon strode out of the goal and protested loudly.
In the crowd, someone pushed the referee in anger. The referee immediately took out a red card and gave it to Buffon who was standing behind him in angrily protesting.
This move left everyone at a loss.
Buffon paused, angrily took off his goalkeeper gloves, threw them back heavily, and strode off the field.
"Buffon was sent off!? A penalty for Real Madrid! God, this is so... surprising. Juventus' defense was too impulsive this time."
"Looking at the replay, Marcelo was indeed fouled and knocked down. There is nothing wrong with the penalty decision!"
"But Buffon, who pushed the referee and was given a red card, made things worse for Juventus!"
"Ronaldo stood on the penalty spot and the penalty was given to the team's first penalty taker."
"Ronaldo's current penalty success rate is very high, but the pressure of a penalty kick that decides the life and death of a team in the Champions League final is probably huge, terrifying, and unimaginable!"
Cristiano took a deep breath, stared down at the ball, exhaled, then kissed the surface of the ball and solemnly placed it on the white dot area.
"Ronaldo runs and shoots!"
"The ball hit the upper right corner of the goal! A very tricky and bold shot!! The ball goes in!!"
"Ronaldo took the penalty kick in the last minute of injury time and scored the winning goal!!"
The substitute goalkeeper kicked the ball out of the net.
Just as the ball flew towards the midfield, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.
"The game is over!! Real Madrid defeated Juventus 4-3 and won the historic third consecutive Champions League title!!"
"Ronaldo scored a hat trick, three goals and one assist, becoming the MVP of the game and the top scorer in this Champions League!"
"This is the first shooter to score in three consecutive Champions League finals since the Champions League was restructured! The well-deserved best in history! The King of Football Cristiano Ronaldo!"
Cristiano fell on his back on the court, almost exhausted.
All the Real Madrid staff, substitute players, and even Ancelotti on the sidelines ran towards Cristiano and pressed on him.
Ramos pressed on Cristiano, he was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He hugged Cristiano tightly and kissed Cristiano's chest and neck over and over again.
This winning goal saved Real Madrid and also saved him.
He was thinking this, and the next second, he was lifted up by the back of his jersey by someone and was pushed away.
His eyes were filled with layers of white jerseys, and everyone was kissing their god of the night.
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