The first half came to an end soon.

Real Madrid players did nothing in the last two minutes, and they seemed to be trapped in the shadow of the lost ball just now and couldn't extricate themselves.

Kaka's legs, who had been running 70 meters after Long Shute, were still a little weak.

Guti stepped on Long Shute's upper in a fight without any chance, and his reckless foul action immediately attracted him a yellow card.

Granero and Higuain are invisible at the same time, and Diarra is spinning around in the midfield like a headless fly.

Although Ronaldo, who was isolated and helpless, he was determined to kill the thief, he could not get any support from his teammates. He could only dribble, dribble, and dribble on the side...

Then it was cut off by the morale Ajax player.

Pellegrini should probably thank the referee for not adding too much injury time, because Ajax once again had a counterattack opportunity at the last moment.

This assault was initiated by Long Shute. He used a diagonal stop to find Emmanuelson on the left. The latter easily broke through Aberoa's defense, and the cross was completed in one go.

Unfortunately, Suarez's final turn and shot was saved by Casillas, and he failed to expand his overall score lead.

Ajax's morale and confidence all rose, but Real Madrid fell into an impatient mood.

Pellegrini needs an intermission.

-

"Reynaldo, Pim, hurry up and relax that little guy!"

Before he could sit down in the locker room, Van Basten ordered the team's physical coach in a hurry.

Such a violent sprint and sudden brakes will bring great burden to the body. He does not want Long Shute's legs to have problems at such critical moments.

Randberg hurriedly led the chief team doctor Fan Tanger and the physiotherapist to join Long Shute.

Long Shute looked at the three uncles in their forties and fifties as if they had finished rehearsing, and squatted in front of him in one go, then stretched out six sinful hands to his thighs, climbing up the tight muscles...

"Ah...oh...oh..."

A trembling electric current flowed through his legs throughout his body, and a numb feeling made him unable to help but hum.

While he was enjoying the triple massage, other teammates were also catching up on their time to recover their strength.

Some people listen to music to soothe their mood, some people turn through the Bible to seek good luck, some people take the opportunity to enter the shower room to simply rinse their sweat, and some people eat bananas to replenish their energy.

The coaching team was not so leisurely. They were gathering together in front of the tactical board and discussing the tactics in the second half tense and orderly. Borgkamp and Van Basten also had a small debate.

Time passed quickly, and Van Basten finally ended the discussion and coughed gently.

"I won't praise you for your performance in the first half, because the game is not over yet. I'm worried that premature praise will make you forget that today's opponent is Real Madrid."

Although the white swan is serious, its tone is still a little relaxed:

"In the second half, I asked you to continue to maintain this state, stabilize your position, and don't attack rashly at the beginning. Real Madrid is now one goal behind the score, and they will inevitably strengthen their offense. We only need to wait for them to make mistakes in the defense. With your current state, I think you can score another goal. Are I wrong about what I said?"

The Ajax players, whose morale is at the peak, shouted without blushing: "That's right! Score another goal!"

"Sim, your running was not active enough in the first half," Van Basten began to call, De Jong was the first to be shot. "You Kaka and Ronaldo are not just the defensive targets of Dragon and Dennis, I need to see your presence in more places."

Derong nodded repeatedly: "I will do my best."

"Urbi, Granero and Aberoa have no offense. Bruno is enough to guard the left side alone. You must be the easiest person in the first half," Van Basten turned to Emmanuelson. "I hope you can take on more counterattack responsibility and don't let a little guy show off alone."

The left-handed forward looked at Long Shute and laughed: "I want to steal the limelight, but coach... I can't run so fast!"

-

"Okay, everyone, the second half of the game has begun!"

After 15 minutes of the advertisement, Duan Yixuan's voice sounded again:

"The two sides tied a one-to-one draw in the first half, but Real Madrid had an overwhelming advantage in the situation. Although Ajax had the advantage of the total score, this was a away game and they were under great pressure. Zhang Zhi, what are your predictions for the next game?"

Zhang Lu put on reading glasses, pondered for a moment, and slowly spoke: "Just you said, Real Madrid, who fell behind with one goal in the total score, must have a strong offensive. Ajax's defensive pressure must be very high, but this is also their opportunity. If they can make one or two threatening counterattacks, then the one who is in a passive position will be Real Madrid who plays at home..."

"That's right, this is the case for football matches. Any attack may result in a goal, or the opponent may be hit by the counterattack. Therefore, you must always be highly vigilant and devote yourself to the game. You cannot be distracted at all times, otherwise you will be like Guti..." Duan Yixuan involuntarily blackened the deputy captain of Real Madrid, and then he was slightly stunned, "Oh? Guti was replaced? Is Van der Fate the one who played?"

"Guti made a very beautiful long pass in the first half, assisting Cristiano Ronaldo to score the first goal, but then he basically had no effect, was not very active in defense, and he also received a yellow card. It may not be a good thing to replace it earlier."

Guti walked down reluctantly, slapped Van der Fate, and sat next to Raul.

He was about to complain to his best friend, but he noticed that Raul had already stood up.

-

Pellegrini was watching the situation on the field change with a frown.

Van der Fate's appearance does not seem to have any improvement in the overall situation.

It's no wonder that Van der Fate, who has played substitute for two seasons, has no tactical status in the team compared to Kaka and Ronaldo, he does not have the influence of locker room like Guti, and other teammates will not regard him as the key to turning the situation around.

But the fact is that Kaka and Ronaldo are more willing to solve the battle through the cooperation of the two people. For them, Van der Fate is just a pass transfer station...

Pellegrini misses Alonso who is absent from the game. Although Alonso is not worth a lot of money and has a very low-key personality, as a former Liverpool midfielder and the absolute main player of the Spanish national team, other Real Madrid players, including the two Ballon d'Or, attach great importance to his strength. His defensive ability and attitude are far from Guti, which can be compared with Van der Fate.

But now it's meaningless to say this, he shook his head hard, trying to see Ajax's flaws from the lineup on the field.

That number 8... is indeed a bit tricky.

He had just sighed, and then heard a sound in his ears.

"Mr. Coach."

Raul said only two words, and then stood quietly beside him.

As a player, you should not interfere with the head coach's arrangement and on-site command, even if you prove your suggestions correct after the game - because this will weaken the head coach's authority in the team, and it is extremely easy to form "ball dominance" and cancer...

But Raul had to stand up.

His team is now in crisis.

His team needs a captain!

He doesn't want this game to be his last Champions League match at the Bernabeu!

He also wants to further set his record in the Champions League!

Pellegrini looked at him and nodded heavily: "Go and warm up."

"Thanks."

Raul took off his coat and turned around and rushed towards the warm-up area.

Pellegrini looked at Raul's back with a complicated expression and gradually moved away, then turned his head and ordered to his assistant: "Let Benzema warm up too!"

There is no key man on his substitute, and he can only put all his bets on the striker.

Benzema, Raul, Higuain, Ronaldo, Kaka, Van der Fate...

Such an attack line can be penetrated even with steel plates, right?

Pellegrini comforted himself while turning back his head.

But at the same time, the Bernabeu's stands fell into silence for the second time!

The Chilean engineer's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw Casillas slump on the ground for the second time.

He heard another disturbing sound from the live broadcast of the Bernabeu.

"Ding ding dong dong...

Goal scorer, Ajax No. 16, Luis Suarez...

Real Madrid 1, Ajax 2...

Total scores Real Madrid 1, Ajax 3..."

Pellegrini couldn't help but look dark!

His Galaxy Battleship once again lags behind!
Chapter completed!