After the substitution.
The match restarted.
Almost all the positions related to the midfield were replaced.
However, the core players of both teams were not replaced!
On the court.
Outside the sidelines near the backfield.
Real Madrid's chance for a sideline kick.
Mosquera, who had just entered the field, raised his hand to signal!
Vazquez decisively threw the ball from the sidelines!
The ball was thrown in front of Mosquera.
The latter's chest stopped.
He turned around elegantly!
With a realistic feint, he shook off Illie, who was defending against him!
A horizontal pass instantly tore apart the defensive line that Barcelona's B team had just built in the midfield!
"Mosquera from the Getafe Settlement! A player with the strength of La Liga! This was his first match after recovering from his injury!”
"Although Getafe is only ranked in the middle of La Liga, even if it is a relegation zone team in La Liga, it can still be killed in League Two!”
Near the midfield.
Mosquera was full of confidence!
He protected the ball and took a few steps on the spot.
He took a step forward and passed the ball to Hesse, who was diagonally in front of him!
He bypassed the players who were defending and inserted into the depths of Barcelona's rear defensive line!
Hesse wasn't in a hurry.
After tying down a Barcelona defender, he knocked the ball to Morata in front of him!
At this time, Morata was not in the heart of Barcelona.
Instead, they were coordinating near the midfield!
Using his huge body as a pivot, he directly turned his back to the ball!
With a half-turn, the tip of his foot pushed the ball towards Mosqueira, who was plugged in!
"Not bad, big guy!"
Mosquera grinned.
After receiving the ball, he quickly got rid of the approaching Quintilya.
Continue to push forward with the ball!
Morata and Hesse, who were behind them, also pressed towards the Barcelona B team's penalty area!
On the flank, Vazquez was also running with all his might, ready to support at any time!
Castiya's attack swept towards the backfield of Barcelona's B team in an instant!
"Pay attention to the person! Don't leave anyone out!"
On the sidelines, Zakristan's heart was in his throat!
Every time Castiya attacked their rear defensive line, he would feel his heart palpitate!
" Canpins!!!"
Zakristan suddenly roared!
He discovered that this damned fellow had appeared at the damned spot!
"Canpins! You…"
Before he finished speaking!
Sakristan suddenly held his head with both hands.
He revealed a surprised expression!
"Oh... My baby Campins! Beautifully done!"
On the court.
Campins, who was scolded by the manager for 300 days a year, was finally a hero!
Mosquera was about to dribble the ball into the penalty area.
Campins charged out from the flank and stabbed the ball out of the danger zone with a decisive slide tackle!
He even took down Mosquera!
This was a flying shovel that required great courage!
If the location was too close to the restricted area, it might just be a red dot package!
But fortunately, Campins tackled the ball first!
Mosquera immediately rolled on the ground exaggeratedly.
Trying to cheat a set piece from the edge of the penalty area!
He often did this when he was in Getafe!
However, the referee did not say anything.
He shook his head and walked past Mosquera.
It was as if he was saying that his acting skills could be better next time!
In the stands, the Real Madrid fans immediately booed in dissatisfaction!
"Sh * t! The judges of the Second Division are all blind!"
Mosquera slapped the turf hard.
At the same time.
Barcelona's B team's counterattack also began immediately!
"Find a way to pass the ball to Ye!"
After Campins contributed the only highlight of the game, his thigh cramped!
However, he endured the pain and shouted at his teammate in front of him!
At this moment, the players of Barcelona's B team were united in their beliefs.
He had to think of a way to pass this hot ball to Number 99 in the front field!
...。
"The situation has changed! Barcelona's counterattack came very quickly! Castiya's rear defensive line frantically retreated!”
"Their small tank on the flank is a stamina machine that can't run to death! After more than 80 minutes of the game, his speed still did not decrease by a single bit!”
"This is a battle of time! Barcelona's No. 99 center forward blocked Fabio's position!”
"I can see that Fabio is very tired at this moment!”
...
On the court.
Ye Lingfeng strode forward!
He listened to Fabio's heavy breathing coming from his side.
He knew that this guy from the Portuguese Super League had reached his physical limit!
"Ye! Turn around!"
Traore's shout came from behind!
Ye Lingfeng caught a glimpse!
The football had already been passed over from the back!
It was a straight thrust!
The ball was very fast, and Ye Lingfeng and Fabio were chasing at the same time!
Fabio was not slow.
However, the decline in his physical strength made him feel a little powerless!
On the sidelines, Zidane rubbed his bald head.
His expression had already become extremely grim!
At this moment, Nacho was still struggling to catch up at the other end of the field!
No one could share the burden of defending for Fabinho!
He could only pray for his own good!
The former Portuguese football player gritted his teeth.
His shoulders suddenly exerted strength.
They were trying to force Ye Lingfeng out of the danger zone!
However, Ye Lingfeng wasn't moved at all.
Drogba's template gave him a strong resistance ability.
At this moment, his core power was extremely stable!
Fabio, who was exhausted, couldn't move Ye Lingfeng at all!
Ye Lingfeng bit down hard on his body.
Seeing that the confrontation was fruitless, Fabio directly pulled Ye Lingfeng's jersey!
This was one of the tricks that defenders were used to.
If they were hidden enough, they would not be discovered by the referee!
Ye Lingfeng impatiently swung his elbow and knocked Fabio's hand away.
He received the ball the moment he entered the penalty area!
The instep of his foot tapped lightly.
He knocked the ball diagonally forward!
He raised his thigh!
He was about to knock on the door!
This time, it was his usual shot!
"F * ck…"
Fabio sighed helplessly.
He had no choice.
He couldn't let Ye Lingfeng finish his shot!!
In a moment of desperation, Fabio made an instinctive choice.
He pulled Ye Lingfeng into the penalty area!
It was like a stranglehold.
He knocked Ye Lingfeng down from behind!
Even if Ye Lingfeng's resistance was very strong…
However, he could not do anything about this kind of foul that did not care about martial ethics!
"Thank you for your generous gifts! Under the immense pressure of Barcelona's No. 99 center forward, Fabio was forced to pull him down in the penalty area!”
"This foul will definitely not escape the referee's punishment! Fabio still had a yellow card on him!”
"Although he stopped this extremely dangerous shot, what about the penalty kick? Can little Lucca withstand the pressure?"
...
Regarding the changes in the restricted area.
Everyone was shocked!
Ye Lingfeng got up from the ground and grabbed Fabio's collar!
"Calm down! Calm down, brother…"
Fabio retreated repeatedly!
His expression was helpless.
He knew that Ye Lingfeng was just trying to scare him.
After all, getting a penalty kick was a completely acceptable result!
However, he had fouled the opponent one after another. Anyone would want to vent their emotions...
"In the next game, you can just watch the game from the audience!”
Ye Lingfeng said sarcastically and pushed Fabio away.
Fabio immediately showed a pained expression.
That's right.
After getting a red card, he would be banned from the next league tournament!
They could only stay in the audience and watch their teammates play!
"Beep!"
The referee rushed into the penalty area!
He took out a yellow card and a red card from his shirt pocket.
He raised his hand high to the foul master of this game!
Two yellows turned into one red, and Fabio was sent off!
In fact, the pull in the penalty area just now.
In the absence of a yellow card, he could leave the field with a straight red!
Fabio spread his hands.
He exchanged a glance with Nacho, who had a helpless expression on his face.
He walked to the sidelines dejectedly.
He had suffered a huge blow in this match!
He scored two goals on top of a young center forward who had just been transferred to Barcelona's B team.
He even paid the price of a red card!
And there was still a penalty kick that had not been taken!
A penalty kick that could very well end up killing them on the scoreboard!
For Fabio today.
It was an unfortunate day…
"It's a penalty kick! Would Ye Lingfeng kick the penalty kick?”
In the stands, the girls around Hashimoto Ranna were discussing fervently.
"If Ye Lingfeng scores another goal, he will score three goals in this game! I've heard of this! Let me think, this is called 'wearing a hat'!”
Hashimoto Rana was amused." Please, this is clearly called a hat trick!"”
...
On the court.
"A penalty shooter! Who is the team's first penalty shooter?"
Ye Lingfeng turned around and called out to his teammates.
To be honest, of course he wanted to kick the penalty kick!
Who didn't want a hat-trick on their debut?
Moreover, once it was scored, there was a high probability that it would be the final goal of this national derby!
However, at the very least, he still had to be polite!
"It's me! But there was no reason not to take this penalty kick!”
Traore ran over with a wink." Teach Zidane's son a good lesson!”
Ye Lingfeng pretended to be surprised and raised his eyebrows.""You're actually the team's number one penalty shooter?”
Traore's face darkened.”
...
Twelve yards ahead!
Ye Lingfeng placed the football at the penalty spot and took a few steps back!
Take a deep breath!
He was a hat-trick away from the first show of the Western Second Division.
There was only one goal left!
If they scored, they might be able to directly lead the team to win this highly anticipated national derby!
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