From breaking Alva's ball and then Gao Zheng's shot, it can be said that it was a flash of lightning. Griezmann did not dribble the ball, but caught up with the football. He only took one step and turned his head to observe the situation in the penalty area.

Seeing Gao Zheng suddenly stopping, he realized what Gao Zheng was going to do and immediately passed the football over.

Next, the football went in.

The whole process will not exceed five seconds.

Because Alva concedes a goal suddenly, many Barcelona players have not yet reacted at this time.

There are only Pique in the penalty area, goalkeepers Ter Stegen and Alves, while only the first two are blocking Gao Zheng.

Alves is at the back point, where is Busquets? He is still outside the free throw arc... He didn't even enter the penalty area.

In five seconds, Atletico Madrid ended the battle and did not give other Barcelona players a chance to return to the penalty area.

"Atl Madrid's blitz!" Jose Maria shouted happily, "GM scored twice! He helped Atletico Madrid win the total score to 2:3! We are only one goal away!! Hope to return to our eyes!"

The cheers of Calderon Stadium exploded like a volcano erupting.

Every Atletico Madrid fan jumped up from his seat, raising his arms and shouting, and hugging the people around him. Regardless of whether he knew him or not, they only had one identity at this moment - Atletico Madrid fans, this identity is enough to make them abandon all differences, embrace and cheer without warning and obstacles.

Herrera and her companions were yelling at the top of their lungs in the south stands at this time, and it didn't matter even if their voices were hoarse.

It was only one ball that they knew too well in their minds what this meant!

The difference between three balls is like a natural barrier, but the difference between one ball and a stream is no different!

Since we can even cross the natural barrier, what is that stream?

Rush, compete!

Fuck the bastards who are doing Barcelona!!

They thought of Barcelona players waving their fists, raising their middle fingers, and venting their emotions.

This emotional interferer is every Atletico Madrid fan present, no matter how gentle the person is, at this moment, he is just a rough man and a shrew full of swearing.

Gao Zheng, who ignited their emotions, still did not celebrate after scoring the goal. He then rushed directly into the goal with his shooting momentum.

Ter Stegen remembered his accusations. He turned over and held the football in his arms, but before he could hold it firmly, Gao Zheng came over. He grabbed the football with both hands, and then twisted his whole body and threw Ter Stegen to the ground. The football in his arms naturally fell down. Gao Zheng picked it up and hugged it in his arms, turned around and ran to the middle circle.

"Ha! Gao Zheng rarely gets so excited. You can see that his feet are now smooth, but he doesn't want to waste even a second!"

Gao Zheng, who was running back with the football in his arms, did not celebrate at all this time. He held the football in one hand and raised his strength with the other, greeting Atletico Madrid fans in the stands around and encouraging them.

Sure enough, under his agitation, the cheers in the stands became louder.

It was like a storm gathering above the Calderon Stadium. Dark clouds rolled and thunder sounded. Lightning continued to rise in the clouds. The lightning was like hideous dragons, tumbling, trying to rush out of the dark clouds and descend to the earth.

The huge roar scared the Barcelona fans who went with the team to stunned.

They stood in their seats, not knowing how to respond to the momentum created by Atletico Madrid fans.

Before the game, many of them were very optimistic and planned to come to witness the scene of Barcelona's elimination of Atletico Madrid. They had already figured out how to humiliate Atletico Madrid fans at that time.

As a result, now, the methods they prepared seem to be useless...

Instead of humiliating Atletico Madrid, they should consider more whether Barcelona can really pass Atletico Madrid's level...

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"Sister Feng, look! The bright light has been made!!!" Xiao Yingying shook Feng Shiyao hard.

"Everything, you can do your best..." Feng Shiyao was helpless. It was clearly the goal scored by Gao Zheng, so why did it become a reward for the bright light?

"Hahaha! There is really hope now, only one goal is missing! The second half of the game has just begun nine minutes! There are nearly forty minutes left, and it is not difficult to score another goal, and it is not impossible to score two goals!" Xiao Yingying began to play her wishful thinking.

She doesn't want to play extra time because it can be seen that Atletico Madrid's tactics are very physically exhausting. If she really plays overtime, she is worried that Atletico Madrid players will not be able to hold on and will eventually collapse.

Just like the 2013-2014 Champions League final, Atletico Madrid led by one goal until the 93rd minute of the game, and Real Madrid equalized. After entering overtime, Atletico Madrid's physical fitness collapsed and was scored by Real Madrid three goals, and finally lost to Real Madrid 1:4.

Just looking at this score makes people think that Atletico Madrid is vulnerable and Real Madrid can easily win.

How could it be that Atletico Madrid would be so embarrassed that Real Madrid would be?

So in order to prevent the night from getting long and dreaming, the battle must be resolved within ninety minutes.

Feng Shiyao also knew this very well. She changed her position, held her chin with her hands, staring at the close-up of Gao Zheng on the TV screen.

She still doesn't believe in the bright lamp, she still believes in Gao Zheng.

She believed that Gao Zheng would not let this game enter overtime either.

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Enrique's expression is very serious, not...or it is more accurate to describe it very ugly.

He also praised the players' performance in the first half during the break.

But now he just wants to take back all the praise he had in the locker room!

To be honest, Barcelona's performance in the first half was indeed pretty good. Although he was beaten early at the beginning, he did not lose his combat effectiveness when he was beaten. Instead, he quickly took the opportunity to adjust and then threatened Atletico Madrid's goal many times.

This performance of course made Enrique very happy and felt that his team had withstood the test.

But I didn't expect that I lost a goal in less than ten minutes of the first half, and another goal in less than ten minutes of the second half...

This is damn slow heat!

Can fifteen minutes of halftime cool down your players, both physically and mentally?

He roared on the sidelines, pointed his hands at his temples, and used gestures to remind every Barcelona player who looked at him, stay awake, and don’t be as confused as if he had a nap during the break!

Guys, we only lead one ball and can't concede any more!

Even if you lose another goal, you can still drag the game into overtime. But Enrique knew in his heart that it would not be a problem of overtime or not overtime, and it might be a complete collapse at that time!
Chapter completed!