Chapter 1950 Collapsed Suddenly

Joaquin Bella saw Juan Ramirez's long-range shot blocked by Albertazzi from the sidelines.

Everyone stamped their feet regretfully.

He is well aware of Ramirez's long-range shooting ability. Although the captain rarely shoots, it definitely does not mean that he will not score.

He actually has a very good long-range scoring ability.

He has not shot in this game, maybe he just wanted to catch Albertazi by surprise.

Hope to be able to kill with one hit.

Unexpectedly, Albertazzi saved the ball.

The captain's shots were of high quality, but Albertazzi's saves were of even higher quality.

Joaquin Bella, who saw this scene, couldn't help thinking of Hou Lai.

He thought to himself, it would be great if Hu Lai was Spanish...

How do we need the captain to score?

He was completely unaware of the Spanish national team's weakness in the Madrid Pirates before...

Joaquin Bella didn't feel emotional on the sidelines for too long, and was called back by the assistant coach.

He's coming off the bench.

But he, who is about to come off the bench, is not in a very high mood.

He really wanted to say to coach Kyle Borja:

"Why do you change me up? You change the striker! What we need now is a goal, a goal!"

But he didn't dare, and in the end he just buried this sentence in his heart.

Borja is arranging Joaquin Bella's after-play tasks.

"...After you go up and replace Rosas, you need to be closer to the Italian penalty area, and when you have the opportunity, you must shoot decisively..."

Bella listened silently, but felt a burst of despair in her heart.

From the adjustment of the head coach's arrangement, he can't see the hope of scoring at all.

Because the head coach actually let himself go up to score...but I'm just a mediocre midfielder in every way!

I am not good at scoring, nor do I have exquisite shooting skills. In terms of long-range shots, I am not even as good as the captain... How can I shoulder the important task of scoring for the team?

Joaquin Bella saw the coach's "dying struggle" from himself.

He doesn't feel that his playing can change anything...

But he can only follow the coach's arrangement.

After arranging his tasks, the head coach Borja patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, Joaquin. Go all out, go for the victory, use your characteristics to the limit... the rest, leave it to Give it to God."

Joaquin Bella didn't say a word, but just nodded to show that he knew.

He also had nothing to say to the head coach.

He felt that the head coach had only one sentence right, and that was the last sentence:

Leave it to God.

Just leave it to God...

Apart from handing it over to God, Joaquin Bella didn't know what else to do for the Spanish team to win the game.

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"Borja replaced Joaquin Bella? What did he think?"

In front of the TV, Jay Adams and Pete Williams asked the same question.

"Is Joaquin Bella good at scoring? Or is he good at shooting?"

After the two of them looked at each other, they were still at a loss.

What is Borja doing?

Want to fight for your life?

People desperately put on forwards and explode hard.

Is the Spanish national team desperate to put on a balanced midfielder?

Are you still playing the game of passing and controlling?

Not only the English players in front of the TV were puzzled by Borja's choice, but also the TV commentator:

"Borja's substitution is somewhat incomprehensible... What does he want to do? Enhance the control of the midfield? But the problem is that Italy has retreated to the penalty area. They don't want the midfield anymore. What's the use of controlling the midfield? use it?"

The television broadcast cut to a close-up of Spain's national team coach, Kieri Borja.

He stood expressionlessly on the sidelines.

Through this close-up, no one can tell what Borja is thinking.

The commentator continued to criticize the head coach of the Spanish national team: "Borja's obsession with passing and controlling seems to be a bit too much... Yes, the most brilliant achievements in the history of the Spanish national team were achieved by using the ball under his hands. But the problem is that now this Spanish national team seems to only have possession of the ball. No matter what problems they encounter, they can only solve them by possession of the ball, or try to solve them by possession of the ball... This is definitely not a good thing... Spain four years ago The national team has a striker like Serrados, but now they can't even find a player who can score goals, how sad!"

When the narrator said this, the TV broadcast also gave a close-up shot of the rostrum on the scene.

In the camera is Alexandra Serrados, the number one contributor to the Spanish national team's last World Cup victory.

In this World Cup, Serados fully realized what it means to be "I am not in the arena, but there are still legends about me in the arena".

After Spain lost to the Chinese team in the first game, countless Spanish fans and the media found out the "old account" of Serrados' retirement a year ago, thinking that it was Serrados' retirement that led to Spain's current weakness.

If Celados can play for one more year and reach this World Cup, how can Spain not even win the Chinese team?

This complaint eventually evolved into a reproach to the King of Madrid.

Everyone believes that it is the King of Madrid who is unwilling to renew the contract for Serrados, so that Serrados can only choose to retire, which affects the performance of the Spanish team in the World Cup today.

In the end, it's all the fault of the King of Madrid!

In such a storm of public opinion, Serrados can only defend the king, saying that he believes in the teammates of the Spanish team and believes that without him, they are still a very competitive team. It doesn't matter that I retired, it's just a lack of luck...

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Juan Ramirez tried another long-range shot, but this time he couldn't even threaten the goal guarded by Albertazzi, who didn't make a save at all.

Of course, before he shot this time, he was closely defended by the Italian defensive midfielder Giuseppe Vicari, which caused his long-range shot to miss the mark.

This makes Ramirez feel that he should still be closer to the goal of the Italian team.

And the presence of Joaquin Bella set him free.

He doesn't have to stay in the defensive midfield position as before, but can be relatively more flexible.

He bet the Italians would never have thought he would do that.

After all, it's rare for him to even kick a shot, let alone dribble straight into Huanglong...

But Ramirez is also very clear that he actually only has one chance. Once he is guarded by the opponent, it will be difficult to succeed.

He is not the type of player who can dribble past several people and then send the football into the goal.

Once again Ramirez had the ball at the front of the Italian box and made a move to pass the ball to Campusano, tricking Marco Rossini, who was defending him, into taking a step in that direction.

It was also this step that made way for Ramirez in front of him.

Ramirez knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, so he immediately dunked the football with his right foot towards the Italian penalty area, and at the same time others also dodged and cut in!

His look greatly exceeded the expectations of the Italian defensive players.

They really didn't come up to block Ramirez in the first place!

"Ramirez! Beautiful! He's in!"

The Spanish fans in the stands burst into massive cheers, cheering for Ramirez, and it was also a kind of prayer!

They prayed that Spain could pull a goal back.

Although even a draw, it will not allow the Spanish team to win the right to qualify for the group.

Only victory will do.

But victory also has to start with an equalizer!

In this deafening cheers, Juan Ramirez broke into the restricted area of ​​​​Italy!

Italy's goalkeeper Albertazzi hastily moved towards the near point, trying to block Ramirez's shot angle.

Meanwhile Italy's centre-back Pedro Nazari also made his stride towards Ramires.

Although their reaction was fast enough, Ramirez still took the lead. As long as he catches up with the football, he will be able to get a chance to start calmly...

But the scene that the Spanish fans were looking forward to did not appear.

When Ramirez struggled to catch up with the football, he felt a sudden weakness coming from his right knee...

He stepped out with his right leg, which was supposed to support his body well. But this time, his right leg couldn't support it. Just as his right foot touched the ground, before he had time to step on it, his body lost his balance!

Ramirez realized that his right knee, which had been injured before, had a problem at a critical moment.

But he didn't give up. He originally planned to use his right leg to support his body and then use his left foot to shoot.

Now he can only support his body with his left leg first, so as not to lose his balance at this critical moment...

But his efforts were useless, they only delayed the time of losing balance, but they couldn't change this fact.

His left foot supported his body and prevented him from falling to the ground immediately, but it still pushed his body further to the edge of complete loss of control.

The way he tries to keep his balance with his arms outstretched looks even a little...funny—like a fish trying to swim through the air.

But in fact he can't change anything.

When his right foot stepped on the turf again, he even used his hands to help his right knee to stabilize and support his body, but this time his right knee seemed to be broken, and he completely lost all his strength.

His body could no longer maintain balance~lightnovelpub.net~ swooped down and fell to the ground.

Like a bomber with its engine hit.

"Ramirez! My God!"

In the exclamation of the commentator Sanchez, Ramirez's upper body first touched the turf, and under the impetus of inertia, his body slid forward.

During this process, his eyes never looked away, but stared at the football right in front of him.

That was all his hope.

But now, he can only watch hope slip away from his eyes...

Albertazzi, who had blocked all the near corners, didn't make any moves, just stood at the near corner and watched Ramirez lose his balance, staggered and fell to the ground.

And before Ramirez fell, the uncontrolled football rolled off the baseline...

The force of inertia eventually wore off and Juan Ramirez stopped near the baseline.

He was lying on the ground like that, his face was covered with fragments of grass, he raised his head slightly, staring blankly at the football that had hit the billboard and stopped.

(end of this chapter)