Chapter 37 A Slap

Chapter 37 A Slap

"Go Galatasaray!"

"Death to the Spanish bastards!"

"Hakan, break through their defenses, go!"

"Haha, being led by a child who is still breastfeeding, no wonder the ones brought out will be a bunch of cowards!"

The Galatasaray fans in the stands were excited by the scene of their team suppressing the opponent in the half court. In their view, those timid Spaniards have been locked in by their team. Firmly suppressed, scoring a goal is only a matter of time!

The only thing that made them feel a little dissatisfied was that Mallorca recovered very badly. Almost eight people participated in the defensive formation to tightly block the entire penalty area and the surrounding area, which made Galatasaray's offense look quite Difficulties.

"Do the cowards only dare to be cowards? Haha, come out, if you dare not come out, go back to your mother's arms and go to breastfeed!"

"Spanish teams are cowards! Even more cowardly than Italian teams!"

Hearing the insults from the stands, Jose curled his lips—it's so childish, although he scolded vigorously, he still had to rely on his feet to speak on the court—Galatasaray's attack was indeed fierce, but so far So far, he has not been able to create a very good shot opportunity. Haji was stalked to death by two old guys from Mallorca. Not even much chance to get the ball.

Galatasaray created some opportunities on the two wings, but although they have a high point in the penalty area, Mallorca's air defense ability is not weak at all. Except for Nino staring at Hakan Suker, Nadal's The replacement and Franco's attack can also block most of the crosses. Franco is 1.88 meters tall and has excellent jumping ability. At the same time, he is also a goalkeeper with a large control range. Although he is still young and inexperienced , but in this intensive defensive situation, he will not appear too distracted.

And Galatasaray's players are indeed not very good-tempered. If they can attack calmly at the beginning of the game, they can't attack for a long time now, except for the two side players who are quite high. The three central defenders also rushed across the half court to participate in the attack. In their backcourt, there was a large area of ​​open space.

This situation is Jose's favorite, and it is also the favorite defensive counterattack tactic of Mallorca players.

Under the command of Cooper last season, they have become accustomed to this tactic, and they have implemented this tactic even more since Jose took over. Eto'o himself is a master of counterattack, and Tristan can also do it very well. Auxiliary work, in this game, in addition to Jose betting on them, Ibagaza on the right is also a very powerful pawn.

Galatasaray's weakness lies in the two wings, with Ibagaza on the right and Eto'o on the left, not Stankovic.

What Jose was waiting for was when almost all of Galatasaray's team was on the attack, and then counterattacked, with a fatal blow!

Just when Trim began to feel that something was wrong, the moment of counterattack that Jose was looking forward to finally came!

The twenty-seventh minute of the game.

Under the pressure of Ngonga and Soler, Haji managed to get a chance to get the ball. When he was about to turn around after receiving the ball, he was directly tackled by Stankovic who had been ambushing for a long time—— Today Mallorca's lineup is more like four three three, Stankovic returns to the center to defend...

The rolled ball was caught by Ngonga. After receiving the ball, Ngonga didn't make much adjustments, but directly raised his right foot while turning around, and passed it straight to the ground!

The ball passed between Galatasaray's two defensive midfielders, and Umit Davala's tackle on the ground was slightly missed. The ball flew directly to Tristan, who retreated to take the ball. feet!

The two central defenders, Brent and Popescu, blocked Tristan's turning route from behind. Trim had told him before the game that the striker was Mallorca's top scorer and had to strengthen his defense. The skills are average, just resist and let him take the ball and turn around smoothly.

Seeing that the two central defenders had already stuck to Tristan from behind, Trim nodded slightly. As long as he hindered him a little, the opponent would have no chance to fight back.

Mallorca's other striker Eto'o was still cruising on the left, and could not directly come up to meet Tristan, and the opponent's counterattack seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.

And Jose began to show a smile on his face...

On the court, Tristan did not forcefully turn around and break through. Amidst the loud boos from the stands, Tristan lifted his foot and passed the ball diagonally to Ibagaza who ran up from the right!

Galatasaray's left midfielder Hakan Yunsar desperately chased Ibagaza in front of him. Just now, Ibagaza was still retreating to help full-back Soler defend him, but now he is incomparable Resolutely plugged in from the side - there must be a conspiracy!

His reaction was not slow, but it was still a step late.

After receiving Tristan's oblique pass, Ibagaza did not choose to take the ball by himself. Instead, with the power of sprinting, he swung his right foot while running and directly sent the ball obliquely far away. Galatasaray's half!

This is a long pass across the entire pitch, from the right side of the center circle of the pitch to the left side of Galatasaray's half!

And on the flight path of the ball, a black figure wearing a Mallorca red jersey flew towards Galatasaray's half like a bolt of lightning!

"Come on, Samuel!"

Jose stood up from the sidelines, waving his arms and shouting.

And Trim jumped up from the coach's bench almost at the same time, "Tyrant" roared across the skyline of the Ali Samyan stadium: "Back to defense——"

There is no one sitting in the stands now, and all the Galatasaray fans jumped up from their seats, watching Eto'o's wonderful figure sprinting on the court in disbelief!

Even though he was alone, Eto'o charged with the momentum of a thousand troops, like a group of fierce cavalry, with swords and guns at the same time, entering the territory of the Xingyue Legion!

The muscles on Eto'o's thighs trembled rhythmically, like a cheetah running on the vast grassland, pounced on the prey in front of it extremely swiftly - the ball that had landed and started rolling on the lawn!

Popescu, who was the first to return to the defense, wanted to stretch out his foot to kick the ball directly, but at the moment before he kicked the ball, Eto'o had rushed to the horse, poked the ball forward quickly, and then jumped up Dodged Popescu's protruding foot, and quickly continued to catch up!

"Block that guy!" Some impetuous Galatasaray fans shouted loudly in the stands, while other Galatasaray fans booed hoarsely, and there were quite a few Galatasaray fans. The Tassaray fans shouted racist slogans loudly, such as "monkey" and "nigger", they hoped to annoy Eto'o in this way and affect his performance on the court!

The harsh shouts rushed into Eto'o's eardrums. These Galatasaray fans succeeded, but they only succeeded in arousing Eto'o's anger!

"I want you to shut up collectively!"

The furious Eto'o yelled in his heart, speeded up his feet again, took a big step, caught up with the rolling ball, and then dunked the ball into the penalty area, correcting his own advancing route, striding forward !

After a little delay, Galatasaray's last central defender, Emre, rushed up from the side, and then took advantage of Eto'o's control of the ball to leave a little bit, and made a tackle immediately. !

However, Eto'o, who had already gone berserk, moved extremely quickly. He flicked the ball to the middle of the penalty area with his right foot, and then dodged Emre's tackle!

The gate of Galatasaray guarded by Tafarel is like an undefended virgin, exposed naked to Eto'o's blade!

Tafarel jumped out.

However, Eto'o didn't waste time. After swiping the ball away from Emre's tackle, he immediately took a step sideways, then swung his right foot and swept towards the ball sideways!

The ball, which was originally rolling horizontally, immediately began to rush straight towards the goal, just rolled out of a 90-degree right angle on the lawn, rolled past the unprepared Tafarel's armpit, and rolled directly towards the goal!

Although Taffarel is also an excellent goalkeeper, however...he is better at saving penalties in the Brazilian national team, so he can only be regarded as a reliable goalkeeper, not to mention that he is now thirty-four years old. Facing Eto'o's timely and decisive shot, his reaction was obviously a bit slower!

The ball flew close to the goal, and the last Galatasaray captain defender Brent shoveled desperately towards the ball, hoping to make a clearance on the goal line, but he was still a step too slow until the ball rolled past the goal He just touched the ball at the line, not only did not kick the ball out of the goal to confuse the audience, but accelerated the rolling of the ball, and the ball flew upwards and hit the net directly!

After seeing the ball fly into the goal, Eto'o immediately stood up from the lawn with his right hand, and then he opened his arms and rushed directly to the bottom of the stands!

While rushing towards the stands, Eto'o stretched out his right index finger and kept waving it downwards, while yelling incessantly: "Bastard! You only dare to shout from the stands! Come down! I scored your goal! Right here on this field!"

With every roar, Eto'o felt that the depression in his heart was vented out. After roaring more than a dozen times in a row, Eto'o felt as if he had eaten an ice cream on a hot day, refreshing and refreshing. Cool to the bottom of my heart!

At this time, other Mallorca players had already run over, stood with Eto'o and waved their fists at the stands. From the previous warm-up, the insults from the Galatasaray fans in the stands They haven't stopped, even Buddha has fire - and this ball is a great opportunity for them to counterattack!

And the Mallorca fans who had been suppressed at the beginning of the game also began to get excited. They shouted Eto'o's name loudly, venting the joy brought by the victory!

When Eto'o was venting his emotions to his heart's content, Jose also made moves on the other side.

Jose laughed as Eto'o slammed the ball into Taffarel's goal, then turned to face the stands behind him with his arms outstretched.

After turning around, he withdrew his left hand, leaving only his right hand hanging in the air, and then he opened the five fingers of his right hand, and then swung down fiercely!

A loud slap!

Those who scold me will have to pay the price!

Now it's just the first slap in the face, and there will be a second and third slap in the future!