Chapter 66 - 79 Minutes
"Belletti made a cross... the ball was wrong..."
"It's a good chance for Lazio... Oops! Belletti! Crunch time!"
"It's a bad pass..."
The commentator couldn't wait to say it after Belletti had just made a pass.
In the eyes of those who claim to be professional, Belletti's pass is very bad, it is really bad!
If Lazio failed to win this game in the end, then Belletti's poor cross at a critical moment must be one of the main reasons!
Maybe, there is not one of them...
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The Inter Milan fans in front of the TV were relieved to see this scene.
It seems that Lazio's attack will end without a problem...
Also relieved was Mourinho on the sidelines.
It's the 79th minute. If Lazio's attack does not score, the game will enter the 80th minute.
At that time, the Lazio players who see many opportunities being squandered will definitely become more and more impatient...
Everything is going according to its own plan.
Although there were some small twists and turns in the middle, which made people jump, in general, it went smoothly.
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On the pitch, the Inter Milan players also breathed a sigh of relief.
They feel that they can easily clear the ball with this height.
But in less than a second, they don't think so...
Because Belletti's ball is not what they imagined!
At the beginning, everyone thought that Belletti's pass was not high, and it would be easy for the defenders to clear the siege.
But they found that it was far from that simple.
Because Belletti didn't sprint to the bottom line to make a pass,
So when he crossed, the back line moved backwards as a whole, and there was still a distance between them and the goal, between them. There is a blank space.
Then Belletti made a cross.
His ball didn't fly directly above everyone's heads, but had an arc!
This arc just goes around the entire back line.
Between the defenders and goalkeeper Cesar.
And the most important point, why is the height of this ball not high?
Because it's fast!
In pursuit of speed in the cross, Belletti sacrificed height.
The high-altitude ball will be slower, and the people in front of the goal can be prepared.
But this kind of half-high ball is very fast!
The defenders didn't expect that the ball was much faster than they thought, and they couldn't top it.
And goalkeeper Cesar?
Did not dare to attack.
On the one hand the ball is too fast, on the other hand football has an arc. It happened to be between him and the defenders, but he was farther away from himself. He didn't have the confidence to hit the football.
If you don't hit the football... you're in trouble!
So Cesar now finds that Belletti's seemingly broken cross has posed a problem for everyone!
Keep them immobilized!
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The person who appeared at the front point was not Giroud, but Cavani.
Cambiasso, who played as a central defender, was following him.
In terms of height, Cambiasso has no advantage at all. But he still needs more.
But neither he nor Cavani touched football.
Because the football is really fast, when they rushed over, the football had already scratched their scalps and flew over!
It was like a car whizzing by, leaving nothing but blowing their hair!
"I didn't get it!" The narrator who didn't know the situation shouted.
The Inter Milan fans who were also unclear about the situation cheered.
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People on the pitch follow the football closely.
The football passing through the front point quickly passed through the middle and came to the back point.
At this time, its height is already very low...
How low is it?
It's so low that it's not suitable to use your head to top it!
Belletti's pass was really low.
Even if the defenders just now can hit the ball. It is estimated that I dare not top it. Why?
Because of this height and this speed, they hit the football, and they didn't have time to do other head swings. You can only push the football headfirst into your own gate...
But the football is so low now, it's not a header, who is the person behind it?
Not Balzaretti, not Modric. Not Gotze, not Cazorla.
It's... high center forward Giroud!
He is 1.94 meters tall. Giroud, who has an excellent header, appeared at the back point.
What is he going to do?
Do you use your feet?
Materazzi, who was with him, had already made a decision in advance - with his feet!
He leaned back and stretched his right foot forward, intending to kick the football straight out!
In his opinion, the height of the ball is naturally the most convenient and natural to use feet.
But some people don't see it that way.
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To be honest, in the process of competing with Materazzi, Giroud did not get stuck.
When the two rushed to the ball, Materazzi was half a body ahead of him.
He is 1.94 meters tall and Materazzi is 1.93 meters tall.
The height of the two people is almost the same, and the natural leg length is also almost the same.
He was already behind the opponent in terms of body position, and it was naturally impossible to shoot first with his long legs.
At this time, if you still have to shoot the football, what should you do?
Giroud chose to use his head!
Naturally, his upper body will not be longer than his lower body.
But headers have an advantage...he can torpedo his own body!
So during the running, Giroud rushed forward, his legs exerted strength, and he almost flew out close to the ground!
He successfully snatched the football in front of Materazzi's feet!
Bang!
The football turned and flew towards the goal.
And Giroud's cheek was also firmly drawn by Materazzi's instep...
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When Materazzi swung up and missed the football, but kicked Giroud in the face, he was startled!
Of course, it was not because he kicked Giroud that it might cause Giroud to be injured.
But because he didn't play football!
This means... the football was hit by Giroud!
Damn it!
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"Olivier Giroud--Lulululu!!!" Caresa shouted loudly. "l!!!!"
It's not just him, the entire Olympic Stadium in Rome is chanting this word!
This is the meaning of goal in Italian!
The ball is in!
The football was headed into the goal by Giroud!
"The 79th minute! Lazio completed the reversal! They lead Inter Milan 2:1!"
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Chang Sheng and the people around him rushed out of the coaching bench. They raised their arms and cheered together.
Giroud got up from the ground, he flung himself at the corner flag with his arms outstretched.
He has a pretty obvious shoe print on his face, but he doesn't care!
After joining Lazio for so long, there are not many opportunities to play. After all, he is the sixth choice on the striker line. He didn't complain about anything. Being able to come to Lazio is already not easy, like a dream. How could he expect to start the game?
But he is a striker, he is like any other striker, eager to score goals, eager to contribute to the team.
Now, this is his first official game goal for Lazio!
He finally proved that he didn't come here to make up numbers!
He really is a useful part of the team!
Even if there is a burning pain on the cheek. His head was still a little dazed, and he couldn't care less.
He just wanted to vent his emotions.
In such an important game between Lazio and Inter Milan, when the team and Inter Milan were in a stalemate, he was replaced on the field, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as being ordered in danger.
And he did not disappoint the boss who replaced him!
This goal may improve his status in the team, but he can't even think about it.
All he wanted to do was run and scream.
His teammates swarmed up. Wanted to celebrate goals with him, wanted to hug her.
But he broke free from them violently, rushed all the way to the camera lens in the corner flag area, and then turned around. The thumbs of both hands pointed to Haoyue and his name on his back.
Number 44, Giroud!
He wants the whole world to know his name!
He is not nobody!
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When Lazio was celebrating the goal crazily.
Mourinho kicked the mineral water bottle at his feet.
See the fucking ghosts!
He just wants to swear and swear now.
Just a minute away!
Just a minute away!
It was just a minute before his team could put the opponent in a restless situation!
Just a minute away. Your own plan can be implemented!
With just one minute to go, Inter Milan would have beaten Lazio. And I will complete my revenge on Chang Sheng!
Just a fucking minute away!
Mourinho was outraged.
He even felt that this was calculated by Chang Sheng, and just when he was about to reach the other side of success, he came forward to kill Inter Milan and himself mercilessly!
Of course, this is definitely impossible, Chang Sheng does not have such precise control ability. Can manipulate time and everything about the team.
But Mourinho's brain is full of anger at this time, and he can no longer think calmly.
He has encountered many failures in his career, and the most painful failure may be that he was defeated by Chang Sheng in the 2004 Champions League final.
But at that time, his anger value was not even one-tenth of what it is now!
He has a feeling of being tricked and deceived.
This is what makes him most angry.
Watching the Lazio players celebrate, the anger in his heart burned even more vigorously.
The Inter Milan players stood on the pitch dumbfounded.
They didn't expect the ball to fly into the goal in such a way.
Cesar made a save, but could do nothing.
To ask him to jump from the front point to the back point, and to cover a distance of more than seven meters in one bounce, this is really difficult...
Giroud's dive to the top is still very tricky.
Even if Cesar has achieved the ultimate, it is useless to be able to reproduce the save of the century.
Looking at the excited Lazio players, Materazzi looked even more annoyed.
He felt that he should have been more ruthless just now, maybe the opponent couldn't score the goal?
But now, no matter what you say, it's useless.
There are no ifs in football.
The score was there, Lazio led Inter Milan 2:1, they were quasi-lore!
There are ten minutes left in the clock, plus injury time, there may be thirteen or fourteen minutes.
But morale on both sides has changed.
Lazio's morale is rising rapidly, while Inter Milan's morale is falling...
Besides, this is Lazio's home stadium!
In the remaining ten minutes, can Inter Milan turn the tide?
doubtful.