While Wang Ai was boosting his morale to play again, Xu Qinglian in the visiting team's guest room had just hung up the phone. Next to her, Leonie, who was holding her chin and feeling depressed, turned around: "What's wrong?"

Xu Qinglian smiled and said: "The two heavenly kings have arrived in Madrid."

"Quick enough."

Xu Qinglian nodded: "Do you think he can wake up in the second half?"

"It's hard to say." Leonie said seriously: "Who asked you to hold a half-night concert last night?"

The two of them stopped fighting for a while, because the changes on the field were too obvious. Compared with the dull and predictable first half, Real Madrid seemed to have woken up after the exchange of venues, especially in the offensive aspect. Wang Ai on the road, Benzema in the middle, and Casemiro behind him cooperated closely, smoothly, quickly, and changeably. In the first five minutes, they actually played Barcelona's style.

Tottenham's backcourt was in a hurry, and many people subconsciously moved to Wang Ai's side. At this moment, Wang Ai, who was dribbling the ball along the sideline, suddenly took off his big foot, and the football accurately landed at the back of the goal. C, who was running forward, Luo didn't even stop the ball and shot with his left foot in mid-air, 1:2!

After scoring the goal, Cristiano Ronaldo did not wait for his teammates to come over. He simply celebrated before scoring the goal, picking up the football and running back. He led everyone to speed up and wait for the game to restart, and his mood was ignited.

Three minutes after the restart, Casemiro made a diagonal pass, Modric passed through, Wang Ai hit the ball across the ball, and Benzema hit back. Wang Ai, who was standing in the corner of the penalty area, and the opponent's full-back dueled, and then made a After making a fake move, he pulled horizontally and cut inside. After three steps, he saw the opportunity and resolutely took off and hit the dead corner.

Wembley Stadium was silent.

This time it was Wang Ai who went to the goal to get the ball, and the home fans behind the goal just stared at him blankly. The advantage he had gained after working for 45 minutes was wiped out by him in just 10 minutes, and he still had more to say!

"It's us men after all."

Leonie shook her head proudly, but Xu Qinglian grabbed her by the pigtails and said, "Don't imitate Kang Si."

"I think this action is very cute."

"She is very cute, but who can do it? She has a childish look and a head of hair, and she looks like a little girl. You can't do that. You look like a mating mare."

"I'm a mare?" Leonie bit her nose in surprise: "I always thought I was a lioness."

Ronaldo, Benzema, and Wang Ai, who were standing in the center circle waiting for the kick-off, all looked expressionless. It was hard to say who had influenced whom. In short, they were all not in a very beautiful mood. Benzema is in a sluggish state recently, Ronaldo is because Wang Ai has robbed him of too much limelight, and Wang Ai feels that it is not enough.

He Wei and Lao Bai, who were broadcasting the game late at night, were busy at the moment. The first half was quite embarrassing for the two. Wang Ai obviously didn't play well, and the two couldn't talk directly. The second half was finally fun, and the two rushed to talk. .

"He is the only one in Real Madrid's frontcourt who can cut inside like Wang Ai, no matter whether he is a veteran or a youngster."

"Yes, cutting inside is not a high-end skill, but cutting inside like him, who is so crisp, fast and accurate in shooting, is indeed rare. I think his movements are quite similar to Robben's. Is there a story between the two of them? ?Guanghai?"

"They are good friends. Wang Ai even gave Robben a big gift package when he got married. They often trained together when they were at Chelsea, and they may learn from each other."

"Okay, let's take a look at this ball, eh, eh? eh? eh! It's in!"

Replays showed that Cristiano Ronaldo made a cross, and Benzema and Wang Ai both scrambled for a header, but no one hit it. However, the two big men jumped up at the same time and bumped into each other, causing chaos in Tottenham's goal area. The football fell to the ground. Then Modric, who was close at hand, pushed horizontally without a shooting angle. Wang Ai had just stood firm and wanted to push to Benzema. As a result, Benzema failed to stand firm and fell when he landed. Wang Ai had no choice but to turn his back to the goal. Barely holding the ball.

His back was less than two meters from the goal line, and he was reluctant to send the ball out, but this place was deep into the enemy camp, with only Benzema lying on the ground unable to get up and Modric who was too thin to squeeze in. , all of them were the opponent's central defenders, swarming forward, men on top of men, and it was hard to tell how many of them they were.

At this time, Wang Ai remembered an idiom - seven hands and eight feet!

In such a hurry, Wang Ai couldn't help but enter a red alert state. His brain calculated at the highest efficiency, and his body operated at the highest efficiency. It took slow motion to count the fake movements, real movements, adjustments, and micro-adjustments clearly. Unplanned, irregular, and random, Tottenham fans couldn't figure out the process in the blink of an eye, and found that Wang Ai turned out with the ball, behind him were a bunch of Tottenham defenders.

After Modric hurriedly closed his feet and moved half a meter wide, Wang Ai stopped talking and half-turned around to volley.

The force is so great that after the ball goes out, people are in mid-air.

The result is predictable. Not to mention that the goalkeeper couldn't react to the violent volley from two meters away. It's also unknown whether he dared to block it after he reacted. Anyway, he would have fainted if he was slapped on the face, and he might have broken his arm if he was not prepared.

The above is all He Wei said "Hey eh eh, it's in", but what happened in an instant is far from over. From Wang Ai dribbling out of the siege to Modric retreating to make way for his teammates, everyone in the stands knew this. The ball must have gone in. However, after the ball went out, there was a muffled thunder at Wang Ai's feet, followed closely by "bang", "duang" and "crash".

Hearing something wrong, the defenders huddled together, the goalkeeper lying on the ground, Modric who was about to rejoice, and Wang Ai who was stepping on his feet after the shot landed clearly and couldn't see clearly. At the same time, they discovered that a reporter behind the goal fell on his back, and the football was just behind him. far away.

The camera was shattered on the floor!

"Did you travel through time? Your husband kicked a ball through the Shattered Void?" Leonie was so surprised that she said nonsense.

"Read less novels, look." Xu Qinglian pointed at the big screen: "The boss has a hole!"

At this time, Wang Ai and other players also noticed that a big hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the net, and silk threads were fluttering in the wind from all directions.

At this time, the slow-motion replay also came. After Wang Ai shot it, the ball rushed towards the net very quickly. After contact, it did not push up the net into a big bag like usual, but the net shook slightly and the football broke. Emerge from the cocoon. But this also stopped the speed of the football. In the end, the football probably hit a reporter in the face like a ball thrown by a hand.

The power was not great, but it was too sudden. The reporter was shooting at Wang Ai, but the full force gesture already made him subconsciously hide back. As a result, the football really came.

When the fans saw clearly in the slow playback, Wang Ai and the Tottenham players had already walked around the goal and stepped out of the turf to visit the reporter who didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky.

"Alas." Xu Qinglian suddenly sighed and said happily under Leonie's curious eyes: "He really loves us, otherwise, if he had the strength to kick our butts, we would be kicked to pieces by him?"