King Of World Football

Chapter 457: It is completely possible to celebrate in advance

Chapter 457: It is completely possible to celebrate in advance

Barcelona has been forced into a corner! After losing the second goal, they started a frantic attack, compressing the Real Madrid players to within thirty meters of the penalty area.

However, the more urgent they became, the more they couldn't break the deadlock. Their chances were wasted in one mistake after another, failing to pose a threat, with few shots and even fewer shots on target.

In the 39th minute, there was another problem in the cooperation between Busquets and Iniesta in the front court. Iniesta's awkward reception failed to control the ball properly, allowing Gago nearby to suddenly emerge and make a steal.

Immediately he passed to Wang Feng, who was waiting near the center circle. The Chinese superstar dribbled the ball, evaded the defense, and charged straight towards the front court.

Marcos tried his best to keep up with him, but as the distance grew, he had no choice but to trip Wang Feng from behind.

The referee's whistle immediately sounded, and the Englishman walked towards Marcos with a serious expression. Seeing the situation wasn't good, Puyol and Yaya Touré immediately surrounded Harris, constantly arguing, "Sir, it wasn't intentional, and he's not the last defender. We were all one position ahead. This foul isn't serious."

But the main referee didn't listen to the Barcelona players' explanations. Instead, he showed Marcos the second yellow card of the match, two yellows resulting in a red card, and he was sent off directly!

The Mexican defender covered his face in frustration, knowing he had become the last straw that broke the camel's back. Meanwhile, Wang Feng stood up under Raul's support, "Are you okay? Damn, his tackle was too heavy. I think he should have been shown a straight red card."

Wang Feng rubbed his calf to signal that he was fine, "Anyway, it's an expulsion, no difference. This way, our victory will be even more secure!"

At this moment, the commentators in the live broadcast were replaying the slow-motion footage, "Oh, this is an undisputed foul. Marcos tackled Wang Feng's calf from behind, a very dangerous move, definitely a malicious foul exceeding a yellow card."

"His options were actually limited. Allowing Wang Feng to break through into the penalty area alone would have been a one-on-one situation, so he had no choice but to do this, but the consequences will further push Barcelona into the abyss."

"This time, Real Madrid has been awarded a free-kick near the 25-meter mark from the goal. How will they play it? It seems Wang Feng will take it, and the Chinese superstar's physique remains as robust as ever."

"A run-up, a shot! It's in! Beautiful!"

"A fantastic curling shot pierces through Valdés' fingertips into the net, tolling the death knell for Barcelona. The score on the field now is 3-0, with the Galacticos leading by three goals!"

"We can almost declare that Real Madrid will win the 2008-2009 Champions League final. Barcelona's fans can only pray for a miracle, but that's too difficult. They were already not playing well, and now they've also had a player sent off."

"Perhaps if Catalonia's team had Wang Feng, there would still be hope, but now the player hailed as the god of comebacks stands on the opposite side, scoring a brace."

In the stands, the Real Madrid fans were celebrating recklessly, while the Barcelona area was as cold as Antarctica, with everyone looking at the pitch with blank expressions.

They were filled with confusion. Why had their once dominant team turned into this? Even when they lost to the Galacticos before, it was after a hard-fought 90 minutes, not the current situation where they had no response.

Entering halftime with a huge lead, happy smiles adorned the faces of every player. Although the head coach, Schuster, was very satisfied, he still maintained a stern expression and said, "We haven't won yet. It's too early to celebrate now. Stay focused, everyone, and maintain our stability until the last second of the game."

Wang Feng took the lead, stating, "Don't worry, sir. We won't let our current achievements go to waste. Victory belongs to us, and we'll bring glory back to Madrid!"

"Bring glory back to Madrid!" everyone echoed unanimously.

The head coach nodded in satisfaction, "Then stick to the original tactics. In the second half, we continue to defend steadily, while seizing opportunities to exploit Barcelona's mistakes and openings. The speed of transition between defense and attack must be fast."

"We don't need many players involved in the attack. Mostly, it will be you, Wang, and a couple of others pushing up to create opportunities. We have a significant advantage in personnel and score, so stability is the main theme, but we don't need to overly retreat."

As the second half began, Barcelona's coach, Guardiola, made personnel adjustments to the depleted lineup, replacing Busquets with Pedro to bolster the forward line and bringing on Milito for Alves to shore up the midfield.

But no matter what measures he took, he still couldn't change the team's disadvantaged situation. In the 68th minute, Real Madrid organized an attack. Wang Feng dribbled the ball down the left and reached the position thirty meters from the penalty area, finding the right moment to pass towards the center.

Sneijder quickly made a run forward to receive the ball, seeing Barcelona's defenders concentrated in the penalty area, he pushed the ball with his right foot to the right to pass to Robben.

At this point, both Wang Feng and Raúl had already entered the penalty area to receive the ball. Seeing this situation, Barcelona's defense quickly deployed heavy reinforcements around the two, with only Milito stepping forward to defend the Dutch winger.

Robben feinted to cross to the bottom but instead cut inside, leaving the Argentine defender struggling to keep up with his movements. Then he made another feint to pass, completely shaking off the defender and penetrating into the heart of the defense, causing chaos in the Barcelona penalty area.

Immediately, the Dutchman shot towards the far corner, the ball grazing Valdés' fingertips and hitting the goal frame before bouncing out of reach. Amidst a sigh of regret, Wang Feng suddenly darted in and lightly tapped the ball, effortlessly rolling it into the Barcelona goal. 4-0! A hat-trick for the Chinese superstar!

In the luxury box, Real Madrid president Florentino was beaming as he watched the game, "Jorge, I told you there wouldn't be any problem. Why don't you let me open the red wine at halftime?"

Baldano shook his head helplessly, "I always feel that being too jubilant halfway through the game is somewhat ominous, especially considering Liverpool's past."

"Well, you should also see who caused the turnaround. It's us!" Florentino said, "With Wang Feng leading the charge, I dare say no team can come back from this situation. We can start celebrating early."

"Alright, you're right about that. Then we should consider planning for the team's future." Florentino said, his expression turning serious, "Yes, we must think about that."

"In the past three years, Real Madrid has achieved great success, but you know, what I want is not just this. I hope that one day the home stadium of the team will bear my name."

"Once, I thought even if I struggled for a lifetime, it would still require some luck to have the chance to achieve it. But now, a completely different path lies before me. I fully support Wang Feng to continue winning!"

"It's very difficult. Any player will have inertia. When they have achieved great glory, there will inevitably be a sense of relaxation." Baldano said.

"I know that very well. That's why the team needs fresh blood, and the Chinese superstar is the key to everything. I will find the opportunity to personally communicate with him. I believe he is also very interested in creating his own legend."