Chapter 142 – Eve’s Eve – 2
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30 minutes in the first half.
Real Madrid 0: 0 Chelsea.
In the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Chelsea, it was Real Madrid who started out ahead.
[Luis Garcia passes the pass to Joo Jesus and enters the penalty box.]
[The Lord Jesus caught the ball. Without passing to Luis Garcia! Hit me like that!!]
Outside the penalty box, Jesus Christ’s left foot burst into flames.
[Gooooo! Jesus Joo’s powerful left-footed shot tears into Chelsea’s net!!
[If this happens, Jesus Joo will break his record for most goals in a Champions League single season with 19!!]
[A powerful shot that Gary Hart couldn’t even move the goalkeeper! Real Madrid is starting to take the lead!]
The Chelsea goalkeeper could not even react to Joo Jesus’ shot, which hit the net at high speed, and stood in his place, conceding a goal.
“Scheiße (Fuck) I have to stop that in the preliminaries?”
Ter Neuer, who was the goalkeeper of Real Madrid, laughed when he saw Joo Jesus’ shot.
“Madrid Hala Madrid!!”
Apart from Ter Neuer’s empty smile, the Real Madrid fans who came to Krestovsky Stadium in St. Petersburg cheered Jesus Joo’s opening goal.
After conceding a goal, Chelsea began to act aggressively to score an equalizer.
The game went ahead.
[Ugh-! Luis Garcia loses the ball!]
[Chelsea’s quick counterattack! There are more attackers than defenders! Big chance, right!?]
[Chelsea’s Lucas puts a through ball to the infiltrating Torres, and Torres calmly shoots!! Argh-!]
“Fuck!!”
Joo Jesus, who no longer pursues romance, was amazed when he witnessed the scene where Chelsea’s white striker fired a Taepodong missile in front of Real Madrid’s goal.
“Also… Chelsea’s white striker is a science.”
[Ah… This player showed great performance in the semi-finals and helped Chelsea reach the final! The opportunity to equalize in the final was wasted!!]
[There was too much strength in my body. You yourself are holding your head and blaming yourself. It’s okay. There is still plenty of time left!]
As Chelsea’s attack ended in vain, Real Madrid’s attack was launched.
Luis Garcia, Luka Savic and Joo Jesus exchanged the ball and calmly advanced towards Chelsea’s camp.
“Jesus-!”
On the left flank, Iker Bravo looked for an opportunity and penetrated, calling on the name of the Lord Jesus.
[Iker Bravo breaks through the defenders!!]
Jesus Joo tapped the ball and sent a pass in the direction where Iker Bravo’s voice was heard.
[The Lord Jesus’ pass to Iker Bravo!!]
After receiving Joo Jesus’ pass, Iker Bravo calmly fired a shot between the Chelsea goalkeeper’s crotch and succeeded in scoring.
[Gooooo! Iker Bravo, assisted by Jesus Christ, scores!!! Coach Valverde’s starting list is correct!! Iker Bravo showed off his good performance!! He shows the veteran’s legacy!!]
Real Madrid set the tone by scoring two goals just before the end of the first half.
Joo Jesus scored an additional goal with a fantastic overhead kick on Bruno Iglesias’ cross.
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The commentator who had supported Chelsea for over 20 years fell silent. Caster, who had been supporting Real Madrid for over 20 years, began to binge.
[It is a beautiful goal that silences even the commentators who have been supporting Chelsea for over 20 years!! This is the presence or absence of the Lord Jesus! The Republic of Korea is the only country that possesses Jesus, the living tactical nucleus of the soccer world, and Real Madrid, a prestigious club that covers the cost of maintaining Jesus!! After all, a prestigious team is not a prestigious team for nothing!! The King of Europe, who steps down on clubs with no fundamentals that try to win the championship with money!! The team with the most Champions League wins!! The name is Real Madrid!!!]
└ Kkkk
└ LOL I really wonder what the broadcasting station is thinking LOL How do they plan to include a Real fan caster and a Chelsea fan commentator together in the broadcast of the Champions League final? LOL
└ Haha, this is a provocation. Haha,
└ Is it okay for the commentary to be biased? Am I the only one who feels uncomfortable?
└ Oh, if you twist it, you’ll score a goal~~
└ Or do you have the Jesus type~~
└ Ha… The whole world is Requi.
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As soon as Vladimir Rajovic cleared the second ball away, the referee blew his whistle to end the first half.
“Hala Madrid! “Chelsea is a piece of shit!”
Real Madrid players thought the game was virtually over after scoring three goals in the first half.
They took a break in the locker room looking a little relaxed.
“Everyone worked hard. Our performance in the first half was excellent. The spear was sharp, and the shield was strong.”
Coach Valverde, who was watching this, entered the locker room and first praised the players. He ordered us to do our best until the end.
“Vamos!! And we are now only 45 minutes away from victory. We are the champions of Europe! We will do our best in the second half, look like a champion, beat up those stupid English pirates mercilessly, and then return to Madrid! Hala Madrid!!”
The Real Madrid players, whose morale was boosted by Valverde’s speech, took the field with a somewhat relaxed mind.
“Hala Madrid!!”
[The second half of the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Chelsea has begun. We apologize for the biased commentary in the first half and will broadcast the game in a more fair manner in the second half. Thank you.]
As soon as the second half starts, let’s concede a goal to Chelsea’s crazy attack.
“Fuck off! Who am I!?”
[Gooooo!! Chelsea’s eternal number 9, Fernando Torres!! Successfully scores!! This is a scoring scene that clearly shows this player’s strengths!!]
└ Where is the person who said he broadcasts fairly?
└ You’re not saying anything?
└ Haha
“Fernando Torres, Chelsea’s number nine!!”
The expressions of Real Madrid players began to harden.
Looking at that, the Lord Jesus said.
“Under… Baby romance is mine. “Are you trying to touch my food bowl?”
I was shocked to see Torres touching his own rice bowl.
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I stood in the center circle and looked at the expressions on the faces of the Real Madrid players. As the second half began and Chelsea received a blow, the players’ expressions hardened.
Honestly, no matter how much Valverde gives speeches and boosts morale, it is the players who actually play.
In a situation where there was a large score difference of 3 points, the players were bound to relax a little since they were humans.
“Puta Madre!”
As an excuse for conceding a goal, Chelsea, who gained momentum after Anthony Rodriguez whipped himself, attempted to apply strong forward pressure as soon as the game resumed.
“Stop it!”
I was moved by their fighting spirit. Just like Real Madrid, who performed the Miracle of Istanbul against Liverpool last season, they are confident that they too can perform a miracle in St. Petersburg.
“Give me Princess Luca!”
I decided to make people realize that this is not Istanbul, and we are not Liverpool.
Luka Savic’s pass was headed precisely towards me.
As soon as I received the pass from Luka Savic, I started dribbling towards Chelsea’s half.
“Iker-!”
He dribbled with three Chelsea players and sent a forward pass to Iker Bravo on the other side.
“Oh my god, I can’t put that in.”
Iker Bravo’s shot after receiving the pass was unfortunately blocked by the goalkeeper.
“Vamos!! Well done!!”
The ball crossed the goal line and a corner kick was declared for Real Madrid. As Luis Garcia moved to take the corner kick, I clapped and boosted the morale of my teammates.
“Lewis-!”
In the following Real Madrid corner kick situation, he quietly approached the corner of the penalty box and received the ball from Luis Garcia.
After breaking the center of gravity of the Chelsea defender tackling him, he curled the ball neatly with his right foot and hit a shot that eluded the goalkeeper’s hand and hit the net.
“Vamos-!!”
I saw the Real Madrid players running towards me with their arms raised after seeing the ball go into the net.
As blood rushed to my head as they roared, I ran to the corner flag closest to where I shot and swung my fist.
“Puta! This is me, you bastards!!”
After all, that was the place where the Real Madrid crowd was located.
“H… Hala?”
The elderly madridista who made eye contact with me handed me a fist potato with a puzzled expression.
