Luis Suarez whistled up to the sky!

He kissed his ring finger hard, and pointed his other hand far to the stands.

There sat his favorite wife, Sophia.

Then he turned around and picked up his teammate who helped him, and laughed: "How did you find me?"

"I'm much more genius than you! I'll send the ball to their feet in the most comfortable way, rather than exhausting my teammates!"

Long Shute answered stinkingly, while wrapping the Uruguayan head with his arms to prevent himself from being thrown to the ground by the overly excited Suarez.

What a joke!

Since the end of August, he has been accusing Su of the buck teeth in the system. He has watched the opponent's running route at least hundreds of thousands of times in the system. Now he can even close his eyes and pass the ball to Suarez's feet!

——Of course, the premise is that there is no one else blocking it.

Suarez didn't care about the dissatisfaction hidden in this sentence and laughed louder.

His home court at Real Madrid left everyone silent!

He put the Galaxy Battleship, which has two kings, into despair!

Leading Ajax to defeat Real Madrid and approaching the Champions League quarterfinals... Is there anything that is easier to increase exposure than this?

-

"Another defensive counterattack..."

Spanish commentator Jose Lopez's face turned pale, and he looked at the replayed screen and his voice became weak:

"Sim Dejong and Long Shute teamed up to block Ronaldo, who cut inward, from the penalty area, and then Ajax immediately launched a counterattack...

Long Shute passed by diagonally on the left, Emmanuelson quickly went down the bottom, and then found Long Shute who was faster than him...

After attracting Ramos and Albiol, the Chinese suddenly passed the heel to Suarez who followed from the back row..."

He murmured:

"A midfielder who just made a difficult interception appeared in front of the opponent's penalty area the next moment, running faster than the main striker... What kind of monster is this tmd!"

-

Compared to Lopez's depression, Duan Yixuan is obviously not on the same channel as him. He is consciously yelling at his compatriots without being "neutral and objective":

"It comes from the wonderful performance of the Chinese young players! This goal comes from Long Shute's active fighting, and more from his direct assist! If he had not tried his best to enter the attack, Real Madrid's defense line would not have exposed such a big gap! Suarez would not have had such a comfortable shooting opportunity! At least 80% of the credit for this goal should be remembered on him!"

Zhang Lu also abandoned his previous calm commentary style:

"From this counterattack, we can see that Long Shute has achieved great growth in one season. At the beginning of the season, he basically devoted all his energy to defense. Sometimes he had the opportunity to attack forward, and often seemed at a loss and a little blind.

But now it’s obviously different. He gradually grew into Ajax’s midfield engine, and he could sound the horn of counterattack for this team and actively participate, and it can even be said that at some point, he is the master of this team!”

Duan Yixuan opened his mouth and couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

Director Zhang, why are you, an old comrade who looks stable, more unreliable than me, Duan Dazui...

Why did you become the dominant?

But Duan Yixuan didn't have time to remind his partner, and his attention was attracted by the game:

"Real Madrid made another substitution adjustment...ah, Raul and Benzema were both standing on the sidelines. Could it be that Pellegrini would use up the last two substitutions at the same time?"

The fourth official raised the sign high, displayed the substitution number on the electronic sign in four directions, and then quickly adjusted and raised it again. This was indeed two substitutions.

"Raul replaced Granero who had made no achievements in this game, and Benzema replaced left back Gare..."

Duan Yixuan was surprised again: "Real Madrid is 343? They gambled all three forwards!"

"C Ronaldo is not a midfielder in the traditional sense, and Kaka is more inclined to the shadow striker. Real Madrid's real midfielder is only Diyala..." Zhang Lu's shock was no less than that of the young commentator, "Pellegrini sent five forwards!"

-

The only defensive midfielder in Real Madrid, Las Diyala, looked at the empty area around him, and he was about to be angry with the head coach...

Although Van der Fate, who came on as a substitute in the second half, everyone knew that he was not a defensive material!

You all go attack!

Never get Ajax fight back!

Otherwise... I will lie on the ground!

-

Compared to Diyala, goalkeeper Casillas didn't feel anything.

Since becoming the main force of this team, he has long been accustomed to supporting the entire defense line by himself in the past decade.

Florentino is keen on crowding superstars in the frontcourt, but he never wants to introduce one or two reliable guys in front of the penalty area. In the past two years, he has finally come a bald Pepe. Although he has a bad temper, he is both brave and fierce in defense, which makes many opponents afraid. It’s a pity that he has been lying on the hospital bed recently...

It's okay, it's okay!

The third captain of Real Madrid curled his lips, and he even waved to Ramos who was eager to try but was a little worried.

You all attack!

I am a line of defense alone!

-

When the substitution was in place, Real Madrid's formation opened everyone's eyes.

Forwards: Ronaldo, Higuain, Raul, Benzema, Ramos.

Front Middle: Van der Fate, Kaka.

Middleback: Diyala.

Defender: Albiol, Aberoa.

Goalkeeper: Casillas.

"You drove them crazy!"

Borgkamp couldn't help but exclaim.

Van Basten glanced at him and corrected:

"We drove them crazy!"

When he saw Real Madrid's substitution, Van Basten no longer hesitated and played out the substitution cards in his hand one by one.

However, he was far from so urgent, holding two away goals in his hand. He cunningly adopted the strategy of changing one person in three minutes, trying to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm.

The old Romedal and the physically overdrawn Atuba and Silva were replaced one after another, and the young Vertonheng, Aldevilleld and Blinder were all added to the defense line.

What they have to do now is to defend, defend, and then defend!

Although the White Swan pretended to be calm, even the audience in front of the TV could see how uneasy he was through the camera.

His legs were shaking slightly. This was not cowardice or fear, but the strong adrenaline secreted under such a tense and stimulating situation stimulated blood to flow freely.

When Real Madrid's offensive was completely launched, Van Basten could no longer sit still. He strode to the sidelines, put his hands in his pockets, and stared nervously at every move of the players on the field.

Every superstar in Real Madrid has the ability to change the game instantly. As long as they have a flash of inspiration, the gap between two goals can be smoothed out in the blink of an eye!

-

Football is not a math game, 1+1+1+1+1+1 may not be equal to 7.

If we could form a team by just accumulating stars, then the Galaxy battleship would probably be invincible to have seven superstars, including Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, Raul, Beckham, Irving and Carlos, as well as Casillas, Guti, Cambiaso, Robinho, Casano, Baptista and other stars.

But not only did they not sweep the football world, Florentino was forced to resign because of his poor competitive performance and frequent locker room disputes, and the Galaxy Warship era has also come to an end.

Nowadays, in terms of player strength and influence, this Real Madrid team is probably difficult to compare with its heyday. At least in terms of the number of Mr. Golden Balls...

Choosing to attack is undoubtedly a gambling, but Pellegrini has no other way.

He has even stopped making any tactical instructions and allowed the superstars in the frontcourt to play freely.

Yes, there is no need for command.

Real Madrid's choice now is only offense, offense, and then attack!

-

"Hey...ah!"

A sigh rang out from the pure white stands.

A football flew up far away.

At the front of the penalty area, Ronaldo waved his arm angrily, dissatisfied with his powerful shot just now.

Raul, not far away, was a little helpless.

He has already run into the space between the Ajax defenders, and as long as the ball is sent, he is likely to gain something.

But no one will pay too much attention to his running position.

There are too many people in the penalty area, and even if you want to pay attention, you can't stand it!

Their midfielders do not have Pirlo, Xavi, and Alonso. Van der Fate, who has been out of the battle for a long time, cannot even get rid of Suarez, let alone give threatening balls to the frontcourt superstars.

What's more...C Ronaldo, Kaka, Benzema, Higuain, Raul...Everyone of these guys is a person that cannot be offended, and each of them wants to solve the battle himself. Van der Fate doesn't even know who to pass it to...

Then he was tragic...

Suarez completed the steal from behind him, and then stumbled through the Real Madrid defense line, which had been in name only, with a soccer ball alone, and used a relaxed freehand push shot to send the ball from between Casillas' legs into the net!

St. Cassi failed to save his team!

He sat on the door line and lowered his head.

Ajax is 3-1 away!

Total score 4-1!

A huge boo sounded over the Bernabeu Stadium!

Pellegrini's face was as white as paper!
Chapter completed!