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The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The camera is firmly fixed on the red No. 18 black-haired boy on the field, and the referee is about to blow the whistle of the game. The language of the camera shows who is the focus of tonight.

Perfect 18 years old, enviable 18 years old, unique 18 years old! The 18 year old of dreams!

One day, I can be like him too!

Countless superstar seedlings who are still dormant have the same idea in front of the TV at this moment.

Hazard, who has already made his mark in Lille, De Bruyne, who has played the main force in Genk, Henderson in Sunderland, Ronaldo in Argentina, and Griezmann in Real Sociedad.

Morata, who played several youth teams at a young age, Uncle Zha's favorite general Gotze, Isco who is still in Valencia, and Pogba who has gone to Carrington.

This teenager, who is almost the same age as them, has already played in the Champions League final at this moment, the main core, this is a situation they could not have imagined before.

It turns out that I am not the most talented one in this age group, just like Jordan is to the NBA, Tiger Woods is to golf, and Mark Qin's today does not know how many young people's hearts are disturbed.

The short Kanter, who hadn't found the team to accept him, sniffed, opened his mouth to take a bite of the cheap sandwich in his hand, and stared at the TV firmly.

Ma Nei, another dwarf who was still in the "Generation Football" youth training camp, was staring at the TV with a grass clipping in his mouth.

Salah, who was still playing left back, touched his hair and stared at the TV firmly.

Firmino, who just played in the first team in Brazil, showed his big white teeth and stared at the TV firmly.

He has already signed an agreement with Inter Milan. At the age of 15, he played the main force Coutinho in the first team of Da Gama. He curled his lips and stared at the TV.

One sound, the wind blows; two sounds, thunder, three sounds, one dragon roars to the sky!

"beep……"

"Friends from the audience, the 0809 UEFA Champions League final, the match between Liverpool and Chelsea has officially started. Both sides are wearing their own home jerseys. Chelsea kicks off first. I am Zhan Jun..."

"This is Sky Sports Peterson, and Micah..."

"Lineker, Wilson, Julie live on the BBC for you..."

Hundreds of TV stations, as the whistle sounded, as the flags danced in the stands, as the flash lights were as bright as stars, as the shouts were as loud as thunder, as the black and white balls rolled, at the same time, the tongues were covered with lotuses and the mouths were covered with flowers.

"Boom...", the blue in the stands exploded, and the red stood still holding its head.

"What's the situation? Penalties? Penalties, penalties...", Peterson hadn't finished reading the starting lineup, "My God, who can tell me what happened? Herbert awarded Liverpool a penalty, Gerrard I ran over to communicate with him, what happened to Chelsea's attack?"

"It seems that there was a handball just now?" McManaman said uncertainly, "This is a disaster for Liverpool."

"This..., the referee awarded a penalty?" Zhan Jun didn't react, "The referee Herbert from Germany is very courageous. He awarded Chelsea a penalty at the beginning of the game. Let's see what happened in slow motion what"

Time rewinds to twenty seconds ago.

Chelsea, who kicked off first, threw the ball back to the backline Alex with two or three kicks. Alex is a Brazilian. The Brazilian defender has a characteristic, that is, he can pass long passes.

After seeing Drogba push forward, Alex went to Drogba's head with a big kick according to his usual style of play, and Liverpool did not press hard in the frontcourt, which made Alex's kick pass Very comfortable.

Drogba resisted Skrtel with his back, and the two sides wrestled for a long time. This time he took the lead to grab the point, jumped high, and with a flick of the header, it was a ferry outside the penalty area.

I don't know if this ferry was luck or rehearsed in advance, anyway, it was just right, and the landing point was between the combination belt of Agger and Mascherano.

Anelka took a step back and rushed to the landing point. At this time, Agger and Mascherano had not had time to double-team.

No one expected Chelsea's first shot to come so fast.

Moreover, such a surprise!

With his back to the goal, Anelka rushed to the spot where the ball landed, swung his left leg, and seemed to want to turn around 180 degrees and volley.

Sometimes talent is talent.

This extremely difficult shot actually made him kick it. Agger only heard a "bang", and the ball flew towards him. He was still pressing forward to withstand Anelka, but it was too late Turning around and putting his hands behind his back, he subconsciously lowered his head and retracted his arms to hide.

In the end, because the ball was too fast, he didn't dodge it. The ball was drawn directly on his forearm and bounced into the penalty area. Hebning immediately awarded a penalty.

There is no problem with the foul itself, Agger is also inside the penalty area, but the problem is that this is just the beginning, and Agger is a passive handball, and it is such an important game.

When Ma Keqin ran back to his penalty area from the frontcourt, he saw Herbert standing in the penalty area shaking his head, waving Agger and Gerrard to back away, and firmly pointing to the penalty spot.

"No one expected such a big accident at the beginning," Zhan Jun shook his head and said, "Liverpool encountered a nightmare start."

"Herbert, the German referee, really dares to judge," Zhang Lu said.

"Oh..., my God, did Liverpool's good luck run out in the knockout round?" Xiao Lei said incredulously, "They haven't even touched the ball yet."

No matter how incredible the commentators are, the Red Army fans in the stands were stunned and then cursed, and how the Liverpool players explained to the referee was of no avail.

After embracing and celebrating, the blue team members looked excited. The free thrower Lampard picked up the ball and kissed him, and walked to the penalty spot. God is favoring us today, the big pie in the sky.

Peterson was still shaking his head, "The penalty cannot be changed. Liverpool will encounter great difficulties at the beginning. Lampard has already moved towards the penalty spot. He has not missed a penalty in the league this year."

"If Lampard scores this goal, it will disrupt Liverpool's entire strategic deployment, and they may be passive from the very beginning," McManaman looked worried.

Hiddink clenched his fists excitedly on the sidelines. The surprise came so quickly that he, who has always been calm, couldn't control his emotions. Everyone knew what it meant to let Chelsea lead 1:0.

Lampard walked slowly towards the penalty spot, surrounded by the cheers of the Blues fans. He walked slowly, as if he was stepping on every step. This ball is so important to them, he must make sure to score it.

Ma Keqin had his hips akimbo at the top of the restricted area, looking helpless, but he suddenly thought of something. The referee hadn't blown his whistle, so he hurried into the restricted area.

Sammy Lee was still on the sidelines with a sad face, and he was almost at home. Is it going to change back to plan B and play a strong attack at the beginning? But storming Chelsea is no different from seeking death.

"Hey, what is Ma Keqin going to do? He ran towards the goalkeeper Reina," Monk Zhan Junzhang said in confusion.

"Well, I don't know, what does he want to do," Zhang Lu also said.

Reina was waving his arms in front of the goal and was about to take a penalty kick. He was also nervous for a while. He could see the penalty kick process clearly. He could only pray to God to give him a little luck, except for secretly lamenting his bad luck.

He is a goalkeeper who is good at saving points, but there is no guarantee that he will save them every time, especially in such critical games, he has not yet started to enter the state.

At this time, he saw Mark Qin running towards him with a puzzled expression on his face. The referee Herbert glanced at him, and he hadn't blown the whistle yet. Mark Qin was not considered a violation at this time.

Lampard saw a figure running past him, looking at the number 18 fluttering behind him, he knew who it was at a glance, and how did he come in?

Ma Keqin ran up to the bewildered Reina, put his arms around his shoulders, put his mouth next to Reina's ear, and blocked it with his hands, pretending that he didn't want people to see the shape of his mouth, and said solemnly: " Pepe (Reina), I'm here to play soy sauce, it's purely for Lampard to see, you understand, hurry up and put on a face full of confidence."

Reina understood in a blink of an eye, and then looked at Lampard who had already set up the ball with an unfathomable and confident expression on his face. Mark Qin also glanced at Lampard while talking nonsense.

Lampard thought to himself that you guys are making wool.

The referee Herbert had already put the whistle in his mouth and signaled Mark Qin to go out quickly. Then he walked out of the penalty area with a mysterious face, and glanced at Lampard again when he passed by.

Lampard wanted to pretend to be a god and do something.

"Mark Qin seems to have said something to Reina. Is it Lampard's free throw habit? They are teammates of the national team and may have communicated with each other," Peterson speculated.

"Reina seems to be very relaxed now, and even made a provocative gesture to Lampard, he is really nervous, I am also nervous."

Ma Keqin walked outside the penalty area, turned around and showed a sweet smile on his face, making Terry and Gerrard next to him all question marks in their heads, but they didn't have time to ask him.

In fact, they had studied the penalty kick habits of Chelsea's main penalty shooters countless times before the game. Reina also had a good idea of ​​Lampard's habits, and this time it was just to increase his psychological pressure.

After all, they fell on the penalty spell last year.

"Beep...", the referee glanced at the situation of the players outside the penalty area, and finally blew the whistle.

Lampard took a breath, then exhaled again, glanced at Reina who was easily standing in the center of the goal and swayed from side to side, and started to run up.

"Look at Lampard's penalty," Zhan Jun called.

One step, two steps, Lampard still took his familiar steps, and then with a "bang", he kicked the ball and took a strong penalty. This is a subconscious choice when people are nervous.

"Lampard...", Peterson called.

The moment Reina was kicked, he flew towards his left hand side, because Lampard's habit is his right hand side, but today he is likely to choose the opposite direction.

But he didn't exhaust his strength either, because most of Lampard's penalties were won with strength, and the angle was not that tricky.

Reina's guess was wrong, because Lampard hit the center, but he had spare energy, so he didn't fly out so fast. When Lampard tried his best to fly the ball to the goal line, Reina's calf was still in the goal Central, this becomes the key.

Another sound of "bang", Reina's calf firmly touched the ball, and then the ball flew out of the penalty area after a rapid rebound.

"Lampard..., Reina, Reina, Reina, he saved Lampard's penalty, my God, he actually saved it, it's unbelievable", Peterson mobilized his whole body at once exciting factor.

"Reina, beautiful, amazing, he saved Lampard's penalty", Zhan Jun also yelled, "Lampard hit a center, Reina blocked it with his legs, he rejected Chelsea's penalty Goal"

"mygod", the red and blue in the stands seemed to have changed roles in an instant, the red cheered wildly, and the blue all hugged their heads in disbelief.

Lampard covered his face with his hands, and couldn't believe that he really missed the penalty. The crowd outside the penalty area rushed into the penalty area as soon as the whistle sounded.

As a result, Lampard's penalty was too fast. They had just run two steps, and immediately braked and turned around, and rushed out of the penalty area, because the ball bounced to Liverpool's left, and Aurelio was madly heading The landing point of the ball rushed away.

"Counterattack, Liverpool's counterattack...", Lineker shouted through the sky...