"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"Number 7, Cristiano Ronaldo!!!"
"Although I have doubts about this penalty, the Portuguese did not disappoint the team at the crucial moment; he stepped up again…"
"2-2, Real Madrid has equalized the score. The aggregate score is now Arsenal 7-5 Real Madrid. Real Madrid needs to score three more goals to complete the comeback. Can they achieve this almost impossible task?"
Andy Gray, standing beside his partner, smiled faintly and said,
"Martin, it's impossible. Arsenal is not like those weak La Liga teams. Even if Real Madrid's entire squad exploded, they couldn't score three goals against Arsenal in the last ten minutes."
"Especially with Fly on Arsenal's side, it's even more impossible for something like that to happen…"
When Cristiano Ronaldo's penalty kick, like a cannonball, drilled into the dead corner of the goal, and the score was fixed at 2-2, the entire Emirates Stadium fell into an eerie silence.
Real Madrid fans' brief ecstasy bloomed like fireworks, while Arsenal fans' shouts abruptly ceased, leaving only the sound of gasping breaths rising and falling in the stands.
The flickering numbers on the big screen reminded everyone: Real Madrid needed to score three more goals in the remaining time to reverse the situation and advance.
On the sideline, Mourinho kicked over a mineral water bottle near the substitute bench. The plastic bottle rolled on the grass, mirroring his anxious heart at that moment.
He waved his tactics board, roaring hoarsely at his players, "Attack! Everyone push forward! We have no retreat!!!"
Real Madrid players, like ignited powder kegs, instantly abandoned all defensive formations and surged madly towards Arsenal's half. The backfield was almost completely empty, with only Casillas standing in the penalty area, serving as the last line of defense.
Wenger, with his arms crossed, stared coldly at the field.
A moment later, he raised his tactics board and signaled for a full retreat into defense.
At the same time, the old French coach made a substitution.
He replaced the forward Van Persie with the defender Eboue, directly adopting a "six-defender" formation.
Arsenal players understood perfectly, forming a red steel Great Wall. All eleven players retreated to the vicinity of the penalty area, forming a dense defensive formation.
Even Fly, at this moment, abandoned his offensive duties and fell back to the defensive line to assist.
He knew that at this moment, defending the goal was more important than any offense.
Due to Arsenal's full retreat into defense, their possession did not last long before it was intercepted by the frantically pressing Real Madrid players…
hanger TV Station's live commentator Peter's voice was filled with tension: "The match has entered its most intense phase. Real Madrid is going all in, and Arsenal is defending like an iron barrel. Every minute from now on could be crucial in deciding the outcome!"
"Although Real Madrid is still three goals away from a comeback, it's clear… the White Army will absolutely not give up so easily."
In the remaining time of the match, Real Madrid's attacks came in waves.
In the 85th minute, Di María broke through on the wing and sent a powerful cross into the penalty area.
Cristiano Ronaldo leaped high for a header, and the ball, with strong spin, flew straight towards the bottom right corner of the goal.
At this critical moment, Arsenal defender Varane flew in to head the ball away.
Blaise Matuidi quickly covered, clearing the ball with a big kick from the goal line, denying Higuain a chance for a follow-up shot…
"Danger! Real Madrid almost scored! Varane and Blaise Matuidi, this pair of French players, made two crucial clearances. Arsenal's defense is too resilient!" Peter shouted excitedly.
In the stands, Arsenal fans erupted in deafening cheers, waving their red scarves as if applauding their team's defense.
Real Madrid fans, however, let out sighs, clenching their fists, their eyes filled with anxiety and unwillingness.
Could it be… is it really over?
Mourinho, on the sideline, stomped his feet anxiously, shouting at the players on the field: "Calm down! Don't rush! Create space! Look for shooting opportunities!"
Although Mourinho was frantically directing from the sideline, the Real Madrid players were clearly enveloped by impatience. Their passes became less accurate, and their shots lost their precision.
In the 88th minute, Real Madrid earned a corner kick.
Di María sent the ball into the box, and Ramos leaped high among the players, heading the ball towards the goal.
The ball sailed over Szczęsny's fingertips, slowly dropping towards the goal…
Just as the ball was about to cross the goal line, a lightning-fast figure appeared on the goal line almost like a flash, hooking the ball out of bounds with his foot.
Upon closer inspection, this person was none other than Arsenal's number 13, that man!
"Oh my god… Fly, come on!!! Why do we see his dominant performance even in front of his own goal?"
"Ramos's header was already perfect, but no one would have expected Fly to appear on Arsenal's goal line. This was truly beyond everyone's expectations…"
"Arsenal escaped a scare. Real Madrid still needs to score three more goals to have a chance to advance!"
Emirates Stadium erupted again, Arsenal fans frantically shouting "Fly's" name, their voices echoing throughout the stadium.
Taylor jumped up excitedly in the VIP box, waving her arms and shouting, "Hani, you're amazing! I'm going to reward you after this game!"
Her eyes sparkled with excited tears, immensely proud of her man's heroic performance.
Emma Watson, hearing this, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
Reward? What kind of reward?
For the "sea queen" Hermione, she understood the meaning behind Taylor's words all too well…
At this moment, Emma Watson wished Arsenal would be overturned quickly. Only then could Taylor not engage in some indescribable behavior with Fly under the guise of "celebration."
Evidently, Emma Watson subconsciously ignored "comfort" as another reason for such behavior.
Whether a man and woman want to have a relationship depends only on whether they "want to," not on so-called "reasons."
While Arsenal fans were celebrating wildly, Real Madrid players were filled with frustration and disbelief.
Cristiano Ronaldo angrily kicked the turf, cursing continuously.
Ramos, with his hands on his head, couldn't believe his goal had been thwarted like that.
Mourinho, with his hands on his head, slumped in the dugout. He knew that the team's hope of a comeback was very slim, almost strangled by that kid named Fly Adams himself…
The match entered injury time, and the Fourth Official on the sideline showed the number "5," meaning five minutes of added time for the match.
This immediately drew furious boos from the Arsenal fans present.
In their view, the match had not been too eventful and there was no need for such a long period of stoppage time.
The Main Referee giving so much added time was completely biased towards Real Madrid.
As for the Real Madrid players, upon seeing the added time, their previously deflated spirits instantly rallied.
Cristiano Ronaldo roared frantically in the front, signaling his teammates to continue their relentless attack.
Real Madrid players, with bloodshot eyes, continued to charge like trapped beasts.
Mourinho furiously waved his arms on the sideline, veins bulging on his neck, roaring hoarsely: "Attack! Attack! Not a second to waste!!!"
The portuguese's suit was already wrinkled, his tie askew, completely losing his usual demeanor. At this moment, he only had an almost obsessive desire for victory.
Arsenal's penalty area instantly became a smoke-filled battlefield.
In the 91st minute, Higuain had a shooting opportunity outside the penalty area. He took a shot, and the ball grazed the crossbar and flew out of bounds.
In the 92nd minute, Özil, from midfield, delivered a highly penetrating long pass, precisely finding Cristiano Ronaldo in the penalty area.
Cristiano Ronaldo leaned against Sagna, cleverly turned, shook off his defender, and shot!
The ball flew towards the goal with fierce momentum. Szczęsny reacted quickly, flying to parry the ball away.
However, the ball rebounded to the edge of the six-yard box, and Higuain, like a ghost, rushed forward, ready for a follow-up shot.
At this critical moment, Varane made a sliding tackle, clearing the ball far out of bounds!
"What a beautiful clearance, Raphael Varane!!!"
"Arsenal has once again averted danger!" hanger TV Station's live commentator Peter's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Real Madrid's offensive is like a storm, but Arsenal's defense is as solid as a rock!"
In the stands, Arsenal fans first gasped, then erupted in thunderous cheers.
They waved their red scarves, shouting hoarsely:
"Arsenal, must win!!!"
"Arsenal, must win!!!"
Real Madrid fans, however, clenched their fists, their faces anxious. They loudly called out the names of Real Madrid players, trying to inject strength into their team.
Real Madrid earned a corner kick, which was almost their last chance.
If this corner kick could not be converted into a goal, then they would no longer have even a theoretical hope of a comeback…
Di María stood at the corner flag, his gaze fixed on the penalty area.
He took a deep breath, ran up, and kicked the ball. It arced beautifully, flying towards the center of the penalty area.
At the crucial moment, it was Ramos again, the header king among football defenders, who leaped high, overpowering Arsenal's defender Eboue, and powerfully headed the ball towards the goal.
The ball was moving extremely fast, seemingly about to score…
Just then, another Arsenal defender, Koscielny, leaped high and headed the ball over the crossbar!
"Oh my goodness, Koscielny, what a defense! Arsenal's players are literally fighting for their lives!" Peter excitedly slapped the commentary desk.
han, beside him, clicked his tongue and remarked, "We all know that even if Arsenal conceded two more goals at this point, they would still advance to the Champions League Final."
"But I didn't expect them to play with such a 'life-or-death' intensity… It seems we underestimated Arsenal."
"Even Fly can stand on the goal line to help the team clear the ball. I can't imagine anyone in today's football world being able to defeat this Arsenal team?"
"At least I'm certain that Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo wouldn't stand in front of their own goal to act as such a last line of defense."
Mourinho furiously kicked over a bench seat on the sideline. He shouted loudly at the Main Referee, believing Arsenal players had committed fouls during defense, but the Main Referee was unmoved, decisively signaling for play to continue.
Well… it wasn't that Main Referee Frank didn't want to penalize Arsenal players for fouls; it was simply that Arsenal gave him no opportunity!
Real Madrid players also surrounded the referee, arguing, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.
"Alright, stop arguing, we don't have time…"
Ultimately, it was Casillas's distant reminder that made the Real Madrid players return to their positions, ready to contest another corner kick.
Di María took another corner kick, but this time, the ball was headed clear by Fly, who leaped high.
Unfortunately, Arsenal had no players left up front for a counter-attack, so possession was quickly regained by Real Madrid.
In the 93rd minute, Real Madrid launched another attack.
Di María broke through Clichy's defense on the wing, surged forward, and then passed the ball to the center.
Higuain received the ball, made a slight adjustment, and, holding off Koscielny behind him, took a shot.
The ball flew straight towards the top left corner of the goal. Szczęsny leaped high, strenuously tipping the ball over the crossbar!
"Szczęsny, a world-class save! Arsenal's goalkeeper has become the team's final steel barrier!"
In the hanger TV Station studio, Cuck's voice echoed throughout countless homes in the Far East…
At this moment, countless Far East fans who supported Real Madrid covered their faces. They knew that the tide had turned…
With less than two minutes remaining in the match, they still needed to score three more goals. This would be impossible for any team.
To put it bluntly, even if the current Arsenal team were replaced by 11 amateur football enthusiasts, they couldn't concede three goals in under two minutes.
The fundamental logic of football dictates that it's impossible to concede a goal in less than 40 seconds.
Perhaps already knowing that the team had no hope of a final comeback, the Real Madrid players on the field collectively deflated.
Even Cristiano Ronaldo, known for his unyielding spirit, couldn't help but tear up.
He had lost again…
In his second year at Real Madrid, he had still only won one Copa del Rey title.
The League and Champions League seemed distant at the moment.
"Was my transfer to Real Madrid really a mistake?"
At this moment, Cristiano Ronaldo couldn't help but question himself.
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