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Chapter 451 is just one goal away

When the game started again, everyone saw Atletico Madrid's tactics, and they retreated and couldn't defend.

But no one thinks the head coach is doing something wrong, either as Spanish commentators or Atletico Madrid fans.

Logically speaking, with Atletico Madrid's strength, this is their home court again, and they shouldn't be so embarrassed.

In the first leg, Atletico Madrid played a half-time contraction defense at Sampdoria, which made people scold him. After the game, the media criticized Simeone as a timid coward.

But now everyone's opinions are very unanimous. There is no shame in setting up a bus. You should set up a bus and hold it. As long as you can prevent that damn Gao Zheng from continuing to score goals, you can do anything!

Gao Zheng really scared Atletico Madrid fans.

Now as long as Gao Zheng takes the ball, Atletico Madrid fans in the stands will boo wildly. The booing is not because they hate Gao Zheng, but because they are afraid of Gao Zheng.

Simeone stood on the sidelines, and his exaggerated body movements showed his inner tension.

Di Francesco also stood on the sidelines and stared at the field nervously.

"High shot! He was blocked by Godin with his body!"

"Beraldi makes a cross! Masi heads! As a central defender, Albertomasi has rushed to the frontcourt and becomes a center forward. His header can indeed pose a threat to Atletico Madrid's goal, and others can also liberate the defensive pressure faced by Gao Zheng..."

"Hold on! We must withstand Sampdoria's attack! We are only a few minutes away from the quarterfinals!"

".........Four minutes of injury time, Atletico Madrid fans were very dissatisfied with this result. They believed that injury time should be given a little more...heard the boo!"

"There are only four minutes left for Sampdoria. Now they still haven't been able to break through the goal guarded by Courtois. Come on, Sampdoria!"

...

At the last moment of the game, Sampdoria shot continuously, and Gao Zheng's last shot was rubbed by Miranda with his head and flew out of the baseline. Sampdoria won a corner kick. Goalkeeper Romero abandoned the goal and ran to Atletico Madrid's goal, ambushed in the penalty area, preparing to head the ball to the top.

However, Gao Zheng did not squeeze in. He knew very well that he was not good at heading, so although this might be Sampdoria's last offensive opportunity, he had to give the space in the penalty area to his teammates, and he lies outside the penalty area as he did before, waiting to master the second landing point if there is any.

In order to compete for the position in the penalty area, the two sides even pushed and shoved.

So the referee Clattenberg had to suspend the game, called the players of both sides together, and gave them a verbal warning.

Then the situation of pushing each other in front of the door improved slightly, but it could not be completely eliminated.

Logically speaking, football rules prohibit physical contact in the penalty area, but it is almost impossible to completely eliminate physical contact in actual operations. Therefore, as long as it is not too excessive, the referee will generally choose to turn a blind eye.

Kratenberg did not wait for the players on both sides to completely break off contact and then blew the whistle, but immediately blew the whistle in his mouth.

With a whistle, Kostic kicked the football that all Sampdoria fans hoped toward the crowded Atletico Madrid penalty area.

Whether it was Albertomasi, Mustafi, goalkeeper Romero, and center Edel who replaced the court... no Sampdoria player hit the ball.

The football was jumped up and rubbed by Godin, and the football flew slightly toward the sideline.

As the football flew out of the sideline, Sampdoria players ran to prepare to send out the outbound ball quickly.

But at this time, the whistle of referee Clattenberg sounded.

"Three whistles are whistling, the game is over!" The Spanish commentator breathed a sigh of relief, "The game is over! Atletico Madrid defeated Sampdoria 4:3 at home, eliminated his opponent with a total score of 5:4, and advanced to the quarterfinals! Congratulations to Atletico Madrid! Congratulations to Simeone! They experienced a very difficult game, but the final victory still belonged to them!"

The huge cheers burst out from Calderon Stadium as if they had won the championship.

While the whistle was blown, many Sampdoria players collapsed on the court, and some people covered their faces with their hands, unable to hide their inner disappointment and pain.

Gao Zheng stood outside the penalty area waiting for the second landing point, but he did not wait for the football. When the final whistle was blowing, his teammates fell to the ground one by one, as if they were exhausted in an instant.

He was still standing there, but his expression was a little confused.

Yes, Gao Zheng, who appeared in the TV broadcast, looked at the celebrating Atletico Madrid players and his teammates who fell to the ground, with no longer showing firmness and confidence. There was a little confusion in his eyes, as if he had not yet confirmed that the game had ended.

"The game is over... Gao Zheng scored three goals for the team in this game, completing his first hat-trick in the Champions League. But such an outstanding performance did not bring him a victory..." He Ping said in a low mood. "He has done everything he can do. Think about it, this is at Atletico Madrid's home court. Atletico Madrid's defensive players are almost inseparable from him, but he can still score three goals, especially the third goal. Even if the entire Atletico Madrid team blocked him, he also went to the joint camp and rushed to the sun to narrow the gap to one goal for Sampdoria! Just one goal is missing, and if there is another goal, Sampdoria can eliminate Atletico Madrid by relying on the away goal advantage, but unfortunately... that goal is missing..."

He Ping shook his head while saying that, and he felt sorry for Gao Zheng from the bottom of his heart. With Gao Zheng's performance in this game, he deserved a victory, but there was no way. Sampdoria's overall strength was still very different from Atletico Madrid. With just one Gao Zheng, it may be difficult to completely make up for such a gap.

Originally, Atletico Madrid eliminated Sampdoria without any suspense, but it was precisely because of Gao Zheng that the suspense of this game was full of suspense. It was until the last second that the suspense disappeared.

Gao Zheng has done a good job, very well.

Just like he said before to give fans vaccinations.

But when this result really came to him, he found that he could not accept it at all.

No matter how difficult this result is, it is not the result he wants to see...

Feng Shiyao was slightly lost when he listened to the commentator repeatedly chanting in the headphones, "It's just one ball away."

In his eyes, Gao Zheng looked a little confused, and then the camera was pulled away. Gao Zheng stood there on his hands with his hips, while his teammates were lying on the ground, and the ecstatic Atletico Madrid players were running around him, cheering.

He stood there alone, looking lonely.

It turns out that the great hero in everyone's mind will have such helpless times...
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