Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 485 He refuses to admit defeat and refuses to accept his fate (thanks to book friend nigga 428 for his support)
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Face up, the white horse passes through the gap.

Looking up at the sky, there are many stars.

From this angle, through the limited square space above the court, countless colorful colors are shining in the blue-black turbidity.

When time and space are relatively static at this moment.

In He Yu's mind, there are only three words:

"Hold on!"

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It is similar to a backflip, except that the legs are not turned up, and the hands are stretched behind as much as possible...

He himself didn't know what was the point of his doing so.

Because he didn't know what was going on behind him at all.

At all, it was too late to see...

but!

The ball that Vinicius hit was caught by the tip of his glove!
Then, the running track was changed...

During this process, He Yu felt a little touch.

That kind of touch, he can be [-]% sure, is football!
Even through the skin of a glove, he can be sure.

Because, this kind of touch, he has touched it no less than a thousand times, no less than ten thousand times, or even tens of millions of times!

It is softer, more comfortable, and more refreshing than anything else!

Then, the body felt the touch again...

Parallel, fell to the ground!

Enduring the tremors borne by his body, he turned his head to look at the situation behind him.

The ball, rubbing against the post, popped out of the baseline...

He knew, he kept it!

……

At this moment, the noise of the entire stadium stopped for a second...

At this moment, the infinite tends to calm down!

In an instant, there was a violent sound of turbulent waves.

Noisier and more turbulent than before...

"what!"

"Wow!"

"Gah!"

He immediately stood up!
Stand with your feet one behind the other!

Facing the direction of the midfielder, with both hands slightly bent forward, both hands clenched into fists, doing the same drumming action!
One up, one down...

Shaking his head, his half-length hair was waving wantonly.

I don't know if it was sweat or saliva, it splashed everywhere!
With a hideous face!
Barking heart-piercingly, and kept it for a long, long time...

"what!"

The people around him were all in a daze during this process.

Still fell on the ground, stupid...

Standing, dumbfounded...

Even the referee not far away forgot to blow his whistle and signaled for a corner kick...

Qiqi looked at He Yu in a daze...

It's just that amidst the noise at the scene, the familiar chant sounded in vain, and it became louder and louder.

It can even be said that the audience is shouting along...

"Blue Lion!"

"Blue Lion!"

"Blue Lion!"

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On the media commentary platform, Shi Shun was wearing a headset, his face was moved, and he didn't speak...

He just wants the shouts in the stadium to be transmitted back as the only source of sound.

The "Green Lion" chant, which can be heard endlessly, is the best commentary for He Yu...

In the live broadcast, there are repeated replays of He Yu's three consecutive attacks against the sky.

It also includes a personal close-up of his lion roar skills...

"I wipe it! Has he taken medicine?
But, against God!
I wipe!I wipe!I wipe! "

Wu Yao in the private box is Sparta...

And a few Italians on the side, led by Ludovica, followed the fans in the stands, chanting "Blue Lion" frantically.

And the ladies from China on the side were also shouting excitedly, but not as crazy as them...

Tang Huiming looked excited, but held back, and He Yi, who was beside him, put their ears together and said:

"Sister Yi, do you know why Dayu behaved like this?"

The same goes for He Yi, who was infected by her surroundings and became a little agitated.

Hearing what he said, I was taken aback for a moment...

Without waiting for her to answer, Tang Huiming continued:

"He wanted to tell everyone that even though it was difficult, he never gave up.

Over the years, he has been persisting, persisting...

He does not admit defeat, he does not accept fate! "

As he talked, Tang Huiming couldn't sit still, he was excited.

He also stood up, and shouted at the field below...

At the same time, countless people around the world, in different days and nights, in front of their respective screens, are shouting, loud or small, but the same number...

"Blue Lion!"

"Blue Lion!"

"Blue Lion!"

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It was a spectacle not seen in a long time, and it happened without a goal.

This is even crazier than the scene after the goal.

Soon after, kick off again...

On Milan's side, the morale is boosted. Whether it is offensive or defensive, they are getting rougher and rougher!

The Real Madrid players seemed to be psychologically shrouded in a blue-black shadow, and their mistakes began to increase...

Milan suppressed them and played several waves of offensives.

The game, also intermittently, finished the first half of the time...

Changing room

"Quiet everyone, it's only half time and we're only 0-0!

As you have seen, our captain has done a good enough job.

So what else do we need to do? "

Kaka shouted loudly to the excited team members.

"Goal!"

Everyone shouted in unison...

"Yes! We have to fight for time in the second half, and we must win it!

In the second half, continue to play like this!
Hakim, you stick to their right.Odriosola's side should be a point that we can make good use of! "

Kaka explained.

"Yes! Boss!" Mastour said with a smile.

"N'Golo, keep watching Odegaard closely, you have done a good job ahead!"

"Yes, boss!" Kanter replied.

"Brahim, you are also being watched. Go to the left more often, exchange positions with Hakim, and don't fight with Kamavinga."

"Understood, boss!" Diaz said, a little embarrassed.

He was guarded in the first half, and basically didn't show much...

"Multiple linkages on the defense line, just keep it steady!
Remember, Patrick, great opportunities don't come around too often.

Calm down and hold on! "

Because of that opportunity, Cutrone hit the crossbar, and with a fire in his heart, he replied:

"Yes, boss! I won't miss another chance!"

Kaka looked around and said loudly:

"It's still those words, it's useless to say too much.

remember!We don't play overtime, we don't play penalties! "

The crowd roared in unison:

"Yes! We don't play overtime, we don't play penalties!"

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Main box
"Mr Conte, maybe after the game, no matter the winner or loser, I will find time to sit down with you for a cup of coffee and have a good chat about the two transfers.

Of course, you know, the two of us have always maintained a very good cooperative relationship.

Also, I'm about to retire.

I think, you shouldn't reject me, right? "

Real Madrid chairman Florentino spoke to Milan chairman Jerome beside him in a warm voice.

"Sir, you are a senior, just call me Jerome.

Which two are they? "

Jerome was embarrassed, sweating all over his body...

Florentino stretched out two hands, each gesticulating with a scissors hand, and said:

"Number 22, two..."

(End of this chapter)