Sanchez received a yellow card because of this, but no one would blame him for being too reckless. Even the head coach Martino on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone agreed that Sanchez's tactical foul was very timely because no one could bear the consequences of Kaka's rushing forward again!

Kaka was very dissatisfied because he could feel that his condition was so good today. He was eager to break through Barcelona's goal for the fourth time!

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"Nemar catches the ball! Turns around and shoots! He hits it away!"

"Xavi passed the top and passed the ball! Sanchez shot! Abiati made a contribution! He saved the Chilean winger's close shot!"

"Xavi... Iniesta... Messi... Neymar, Barcelona's midfield and frontcourt are looking for opportunities while looking for opportunities. Xavi suddenly passes directly! He found Inies... Longshute successfully steals!"

Zhan Tianjun exclaims like this almost every two or three minutes, and occasionally Zhang Lu will make a few "ah".

Time has arrived unknowingly in the 39th minute, and Long Shute just cut off the straight ball that Xavi passed to Iniesta.

He and Montali played a two-for-one cooperation, shook away Messi, who was trying to intercept the ball from his feet, and then began to sprint forward.

Busquets, Alves quickly formed a line of defense in front of Longshute, while Neymar stretched out his right hand toward him, trying to follow Sanchez and trip him to the ground.

In this football world, I'm afraid no team can convert faster than Barcelona's offense and defense. In just a moment, a four-person encirclement was formed around Long Shute:

Messi, Neymar, Busquets, Alves, and right in front of this encirclement, Pique and Mascherano are on guard. He has no room to accelerate, let alone dribbling with big strides...

So Long Shute made a forced breakthrough in the middle, but passed the ball from the crack of the man to Montolivo, who was in the middle. The latter did not dare to stick the ball, but made a transition and the football came to Kaka's feet!

Barcelona's only defensive midfielder, Busquets, was pulled to the right by Long Shute, and Kaka was almost like no one to defend - you can't expect Xavi to get entangled with him, right?

Kaka and Balotelli cooperated with each other, dribbled the ball through the midfield and rushed into Barcelona's penalty area...

Mascherano gave up Long Shute as soon as possible and turned to Kaka who was driving the ball.

Facts proved that his choice was extremely correct. If it weren't for him flying to block it at the last moment, Kaka's shot on the penalty area line would probably have crossed Valdes's ten fingers for the fourth time...

Valdes patted Mascherano's shoulder with lingering fear, thanking his teammates for standing up at the critical moment, but found that the Argentine Iron Man was covering his butt with pain.

"What's wrong, Javier?"

Dagangba asked quickly with concern.

I saw Little Ma shake his head:

"The steps were too big, and I felt like I had a big hole in the back..."

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Although Mascherano once had a little unprofessional black spot (he did not hesitate to stop training to transfer to Barcelona during the Liverpool period, if we only look at his performance on the court, he has always been a true man. Whether it is the club or the national team, his fighting spirit is the most vigorous one in the team.

So he did not report his injuries to the coaching staff on the sidelines at the first time, but gritted his teeth and endured it.

On the one hand, he was eager to win in person, but on the other hand, it was because he knew in his heart that there was no reliable central defender on the bench.

The old captain Puyor is still recovering from his injury, and the youth training young player Bartra can also play a cameo, but he has been kicked out of the psychological shadow by Long Shute. Moreover, Milan now has another Kaka, who is also known for his high-speed breakthrough. Poor Bartra is really not suitable to play in this kind of focus battle...

So Mascherano had to persevere, at least... he had to wait until the second half to prepare his coach and teammates.

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Almost the moment Mascherano pulled his butt and Long Shute had already learned about his injury through the system.

He admired the opponent's mental strength and fighting spirit very much, but this did not mean that he had to show mercy.

You are injured and unwilling to end...What does it have to do with me?

My teammate De Jong received a yellow card for active defense, but he was not moved by Neymar and Messi, so he avoided him from playing football since then!

Don’t you still want to get Derong down?!

In Ajax's Champions League quarterfinals, I, Long Ritian, had exhausted my energy to defend Messi, and you didn't give up on the offense because you admire me!

In the end, it would be better to chase me and fight hard, which led to my Long Ritian being sent off with a red card and missing the first leg of the semi-finals with Schalke?

Why do you have to take care of your physical condition when you get to me?!

The serene hearted Long Shute not only decided that his next breakthrough target was Mascherano, but also gestured to Balotelli and Kaka to attack with the arrow pointing directly at Little Ma Ge.

Argentine's waist, who was still covering her butt, shivered suddenly.

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The corner kick sent by Kaka was pushed out by Pique.

Although the average height of this Milan team is much higher than that of Barcelona, ​​it is not as good as its opponent in absolute altitude. Only two defenders, Zapata and Mex, can compete with Pique and Busquets, but they are still slightly lower, so they can only let Pi see through and head the ball to clear the ball.

Chairman Pi's header was like his eyes, flew out of the penalty area and found Sanchez on the left in the middle. Chilean Ronaldo turned around and accelerated, and dribbled the ball to the opposite half.

Being known as "C Ronaldo in Chile" is enough to show Sanchez's football characteristics: he is a winger, fast, can shoot, can score goals, has a very delicate skill, and is very strong in body...

Unfortunately, he is not Ronaldo after all. In this Barcelona team, Sanchez does not have much power to fire. Whether it is the team's core Messi, future star Neymar, or veteran Iniesta, he must give way to these people.

Milan's midfielder Montolivo and defender Abate have been blocked on his way forward, and Sanchez has only two choices:

One is to pull the side and lower the bottom, and then wait for the teammates to respond from the middle; the other is to cut inward and run by yourself...

Of course, Martino's tactics did not absolutely forbid Sanchez from working alone, but he knew in his heart that in this uneasy new season, doing so would undoubtedly make many people in the team feel dissatisfied, so he swore a shot, used a man ball to play Abate, and then overtook the wings from the outskirts!

Been passed?!

Abate was shocked. His first reaction was to reach out to pull the other party's jersey, because at Sanchez's speed, he would definitely not be able to catch up...

But as soon as his hand was stretched out halfway, he heard a whistling sound:

"Leave it to me! Go to the middle road!"

His mood immediately calmed down a lot, and even felt a little happy.

Boss Long is here to help me make up for my seat in person!

I'm going to the middle road!

Go to the middle...defend Messi?

Boss Long saves me!

-

Sanchez swept past Abat's left, and the football rolled four or five meters away. At his speed, he caught up with it for about a second.

His eyes glanced at the middle, and Milan's two central defenders did not come back at all, and Messi and Neymar did not appear in that area either...

Another thought suddenly arose in his mind:

Maybe... can I solve the battle myself?

As soon as this thought came out, the corners of his eyes leaped!

A red and black figure surpassed him without any warning!

The figure stretched out his left foot under Sanchez's nose and hooked the football that was close to him!

The speed is too fast!

Sanchez didn't even have time to see the number behind the back!

But he didn't need to watch it. What other person can be the guy who can perform speed like this unscrupulously in front of him?!

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Damn it!

Messi couldn't help but curse.

He and Neymar were about to rush into Milan's penalty area, and formed a double-ghost slam at Abiatti, who looked panicked, but they did not wait for Sanchez to make the cross!

What's worse than this is... they all saw the red and black lightning flashing in the opposite direction with the ball!

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"Look at this ball! Long Shute almost retreated to the corner flag area! He intercepted the ball before Sanchez, who had scored the ball! Beautiful! He did not choose to pass the ball, but launched a counterattack without stopping! Alves, Busquets, Xavi... Barcelona players were left behind by him before they even reacted!"

Zhan Tianjun had tried his best, but just after he finished speaking, Long Shute had already dribbled the ball into the 30-meter area of ​​Barcelona...

With a high speed of nearly 70 meters and a previous sprint back to defense... Long Shute had already run 130 meters at the highest speed!

But his legs were still steady and powerful, and the football was still obediently rolling under his feet, and one ball was like this to hit the penalty area.

His target was Mascherano, the tough man on the verge of collapse.

Mascherano felt a chill that was rushing straight into his forehead from his tailbone along his spine. He felt that he was a small prey, locked in his breath by a ferocious beast, and his throat could be bitten at any time!

But he didn't have the time to experience this fear, so he had to rush out with his butt!

He had just taken the steps, but he saw Long Shute suddenly change his direction by a simple ball, passing by behind him!

Chase!

Jedi can't let him in!

There was only one voice in Mascherano's heart. He kicked the grass hard and twisted his body to chase him back!

But he only took one step and suddenly fell to the ground!

An indescribable pain spread throughout his body from indescribable parts, and his soul seemed to be torn apart in this moment!

The cold sweat of beans wet his jersey. The huge pain made his ears unable to hear any sound. He only saw the red and black back in his squinting eyes, running happily towards the corner flag area...

Damn it!
Chapter completed!