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Chapter 193 Going to Extra Time!
"Usami Takashi! This is Usami Takashi who played for Bayern Munich and Hoffenheim! He broke into the penalty area!"

Usami Takashi cut all the way in, and at this time his speed showed the strongest power, rushing all the way to the penalty area, Daniel Alves has been chasing behind.

Facing Ter Stegen, who was already attacking and preparing to shovel with his legs, he chose a lob shot. The ball drew a parabola, crossed the arm of the "Little Lion King" hastily raised, and slowly fell towards the goal.

Busquets chased back frantically, but he was still a step slower than the ball in front of the goal line.

The moment the ball rolled into the goal, Takashi Usami's legs went limp, and he slid and knelt in the penalty area to celebrate.

After enjoying the loud cheers from the stands in front of him, he thought of turning around to greet his teammates, but when he turned around, even he was stunned.

Gao Yuyang was actually the first to rush to him.

"Hahaha, Usa-san! This time I convince you! I caught you once, and you are worthy of being a Bayern Munich player!"

Usami Takashi had an unnatural expression: "Taka-san, I didn't expect you to come to celebrate with me."

"Aha! Why not?" Gao Yuyang laughed and said haha: "With your kick, my champion can only play! Why don't you celebrate?"

It was a perfect reason. Although he knew in his heart that it was not the case, Takashi Usami reluctantly accepted it. After all, the result is the most important thing now.

The game has reached 78 minutes. Without this goal, it would be really fatal for Gamba Osaka.

Now, the situation has reversed, and the whole stadium is manic again.

No one would have thought that this game would show extreme madness, to be exact, no one would have thought that Gao Yuyang would have such madness.

Especially Kenji Maeda, after commenting this season, he feels that his mind can't keep up at all. He can't care about Gao Yuyang's limit. , can only follow the instinctive emotional reaction of people, that is, laughing wildly while shouting.

"Usa-san! Usa-san! Hahahaha! He equalized for Gamba! Hahahaha - everyone knows Gosang is a good shooter, who would have thought - he could pass like that too? Hahaha! Nobody would Thinking of it, Javier Mascherano, Gerard Pique, Sergio Busquets... These stars have long stood on the high ground. In their eyes, the championship is from the moment Barcelona arrives. Just booked because they are Barcelona, ​​hahahaha..."

Enrique jumped out of the coach's seat at the first time. He really jumped to the sidelines and greeted Sergio Busquets directly. With a flick of his suit, he almost yelled into the opponent's face, and he was not polite at all: "Sergio, the defense is not allowed to desert! You should go up instead of watching the ball slip past your feet like a big stupid bear!"

How can Enrique still have the calmness before the game? Considering his qualifications, the pressure of coaching Barcelona is huge. The locker room of the giants has always been the deepest rivers and lakes in the football world, so he has spent most of his time since he took office. It's good tempered.

But now he feels an unprecedented crisis. The club has just changed the helm, and has just won the Triple Crown in European football. Isn't this an eye salve for the new boss Josep Maria Bartomeu?

The score was tied at 3:3, the cruel and bloody reality was hitting Enrique, the boss was very angry, and the consequences were serious!
Without hesitation, the new king of five-star Brazil, Neymar da Silva, stood on the sidelines, ready to replace Munir.

This is definitely not the normal arrangement before the Barcelona game. When Neymar stood on the sidelines, in the eyes of many commentators, Gamba Osaka had already won.

"Neymar is ready to play! I bet this is definitely not Enrique's normal arrangement before the game!"

"Tonight's Gamba Osaka is worthy of respect for being able to push Barcelona to this point. But if what they want is a miracle, the next period will be their most difficult period." He Wei told the truth.

After eight or 10 minutes of the game, Gamba Osaka players fell on the court one after another without confrontation.

It's not that they want to use "lying grass" tactics. Miyamoto Tsuneyasu advocates offensive football and has never instilled such requirements in the team.

I really can't run anymore.

Even Endo Yasuhito, who had the strongest willpower, sat down on the ground with his right foot raised stiffly.

"Gao Sang, come and help me... ah!"

Gao Yuyang directly ran over to press Endo Yasuhito's legs, and joked with a smile: "Endo-san, you can't do it! Why are you like those young people? You are Gamba's idol and leader! You are like this, The idol has collapsed."

Endo Yasuhito couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Does saying this make you feel superior? Takasan?" He looked up at the big screen: "Fortunately, it's already 83 minutes, and if you persist for a while, it will be overtime gone."

Gao Yuyang glanced at him, and suddenly let go, Endo Yasuhito's leg fell on the turf.

"Oh! Gao Sang, what are you doing?"

Looking at the pained expression on the other side, Gao Yuyang just replied with a smile: "With your current physical condition, do you still want to play overtime? I asked you if you can play?"

……

As the players of Gamba Osaka frequently fell to the ground and the final period of the game was fragmented, the Barcelona players were naturally full of complaints and kept pointing at the Gamba players to complain to the referee, but this is allowed by the rules.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao Yuyang ran to the sidelines more than once to recharge and replenish water, and he was not much better. A bottle of water was poured over his head, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or pure water. Gritting my teeth and persisting.

"Gao Sang, let's close the formation a little bit and encourage everyone to persevere. It will be overtime soon."

With a mouthful of water in his mouth, Gao Yuyang stopped swallowing, wondering why the coach said that.

"Coach, do we need overtime?"

Miyamoto Hengjing was stunned for a moment, and then seriously pointed out the captain's thinking error: "Gao Sang, I said that being the captain is not a one-person job. Look at everyone's current state, I know you want to win..."

"You're right, coach, I just know I'm the captain, and I'm only saying this for the sake of the team—is it more difficult to persist for seven or eight minutes or three and 8 minutes?"

This sentence stunned Miyamoto Tsuneyasu.

Gao Yuyang smiled and took a sip of water, just like eating a Snickers bar. He regained his vitality and confidence, and quickly said: "There is only a 5-minute break before extra time, which is shorter than halftime. You Look at the state of this group of people, can you expect them to last the entire overtime? Coach, we are going to win, right?"

Tsuneyasu Miyamoto made a gesture and raised his hand, I want to lose because of this.

"Hey, just kidding, coach, hehe." Gao Yuyang said while avoiding it: "In this case, the last time is the best opportunity, and Barcelona is also human."

But Hengjing Miyamoto was very embarrassed: "But everyone can't run anymore, and I'm afraid there will be limited help for you, Gao Sang."

Gao Yuyang thought of it a long time ago, and patted himself on the head: "With me around, what are you worried about?"

He grinned as he walked up the field, shouting at the top of his voice, "Hey, guys, listen up—pass the ball! All on me!"

This is what Gao Yuyang thinks, although everyone feels that sticking to overtime is the best choice for Gamba at present.

But he knew in his heart that if Barcelona could breathe a sigh of relief, the game would be forfeited.His two goals were just a foil for others.

So... go to fucking overtime!

Seeing this figure running towards the court like a perpetual motion machine, Tsuneyasu Miyamoto and his assistant looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"It's all like this, he still wants to win, really..." Endo Hiroshi shook his head, expressing that he had never seen such a young man.

Tsuneyasu Miyamoto thought it was normal: "Young people, without a tireless soul, how can you have the strength to hit the peak?"

"Hey, Miyamoto-san, please be sober." Endo Hiroshi reminded with a wry smile: "Although the theory is extremely correct, he cannot be achieved here, and he will not belong to us soon, are you really willing? honestly."

Miyamoto Hengjing still stared at Gao Yuyang's back, and replied calmly: "Old man, you should learn from his temperament: until the last moment, you will always believe in miracles... Also, to correct you, he We can hit the top here too, maybe we can beat Barcelona tonight!"

Endo Hiroshi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. As a middle-aged uncle, this is too serious, but he still wants to ask——Miyamoto, as an adult, what is your position?Is it really good to change so fast?

……

Returning to the court, Gao Yuyang began to squeeze his body into the gap between Pique and Mascherano's bodies while Barcelona was holding the ball in the backcourt.

The two central defenders immediately became angry: it was our fault for making you mad for the whole game, and now you want to fuck both of us alone?

Endo Yasuhito's long pass found the top of his head as he wished. Gao Yuyang puffed up his chest and retracted his abdomen. He nodded his head, kept the ball in front of him, and then stretched his feet to stop firmly.

The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, with Pique squeezing desperately behind his back, Mascherano had no chance to snatch food from the lower third, and Gao Yuyang used his body to stop the ball firmly in front of him.

"joder!"

Pique pushed Gao Yuyang down and scolded the national curse of Spain. Before that, the Barcelona star had always maintained his identity.

Of course, Gamba Osaka was given a set kick, but Pique was not too worried. There were at least five strides across the top of the penalty area, which should not be within the opponent's shooting range.

He can only estimate the approximate distance, but the broadcast camera uses big data to quickly give specific data: 37 meters from the goal.

This distance is a distance that can only be attempted by the top set-piece shooters in Europe.The biggest challenge at a long distance is not skill, but the most important thing is strength. No one can predict the trajectory of the ball after it is shot, just like playing sniping on the battlefield. The longer the sniping distance, the more interference factors of wind direction, air humidity and resistance. bigger.

For this reason, Barcelona only arranged for Busquets at 1.8 meters 1.8, Rakitic at 1.9 meters [-] and Pique at [-] meters [-] to form a human wall at this distance, and the height is guaranteed enough.

Especially when Gao Yuyang stood in front of the ball, several people felt more at ease at the same time, because it was almost impossible to have a second choice, perhaps just because he was strong enough.

He is indeed strong enough, so no one will fight with Gao Yuyang. When he walked towards the ball, Endo Yasuhito watched quietly from behind.

Gao Yuyang stood in front of the ball, closed his eyes and inhaled. For him, this was the most important operation.

In the stands, the fans who really came from Barcelona burst into laughter and boos: Such a big man can still do this kind of technical work?

Do not make jokes!
"No. 29 of Gamba Osaka, he actually wants to take the right to take the set kick?" The Catalan TV commentator also absolutely did not believe it.

But in the Gamba fan stand, there are more places, more eyes are waiting.

"Takasan stood in front of the ball, and he took on this mission again! Don't forget his style, strength is everything at this distance!" Maeda Kenji cheered up again, although this game has consumed too much of his energy.

Ishikawa Kasumi sat in the stands, clenched his hands into fists: "Come on, come on, you can do it."

Gao Sheng said suddenly from the side: "Jia Chun, this kid still has this skill?"

Ishikawa Kasumi was a little surprised: "Uncle, you don't know?"

"Ahem..." Gao Sheng was a little embarrassed, but mixed with expectation, he straightened his body slightly: "Anyway, I didn't know how to do it when I was training him. As for what he learned in the first team, that is his own business."

As he said so, Gao Sheng's gaze was not deceiving, and his body was already leaning forward slightly.

Gao Yuyang stood in front of the ball, glanced at the wall in front of him, and Ter Stegen's position, and closed his eyes again.

Two seconds later, the whistle sounded.

Gao Yuyang opened his eyes, and with almost no run-up, he swung his legs on the spot and shot vigorously.

From a long distance, this is definitely an unconventional operation. The human wall in front of him almost didn't take off, and Gao Yuyang's kick flew over his head.

"Gao Sang didn't run up! He didn't run up...the ball was shot!"

"Gao Yuyang didn't have a run-up, and shot from a long distance with zero run-up! The distance from the goal is 37 meters!"

Many commentators shook their heads subconsciously based on experience. No run-up means that they cannot fully charge, which is common sense.

"Direct shot? No. 29 of Gamba Osaka direct shot, haha! He thought he was Roberto Carlos?"

The ball was flying in the air, but only Ter Stegen, who had been looking at the ball, was nervous all the time, shrinking his eyes again and again, and the whole person jumped into the air for the first time.

He was ready to save the shot from the heavy artillery, but this kick was not strong, and it came directly to the goal post!

He can only try to fly his body to the left post.

The ball went around the wall, and when the camera caught Ter Stegen's action, all the commentators realized how ridiculous their judgment was.

Countless pairs of eyes began to widen, and rows of reporters and commentators in the media seats had already left their seats.

"My God! This ball..."

"God! Don't tell me this shot can go in!"

"Huh? This kick—opportunity! Opportunity!"

This is a duel between two people, with tens of thousands of eyes waiting and praying!

Ter Stegen did it to the extreme. He had already touched the ball with his fingertips, but it was a pity that he only touched it a little bit, allowing the ball to hit the post.

The man was still flying in the air, and the "Little Lion King" subconsciously looked towards the bottom line, but did not see the ball.

Just as I had a bad premonition in my heart, I heard the rustling sound of the net behind me.

The ball bounced inside the post, and it was impossible for him to see the ball. The moment he landed, the ball just landed in the goal.

Gao Yuyang kept staring at the ball. At the moment of scoring, he threw off his arms and ran to the bottom line of the stands. He kicked the broken corner flagpole directly, and opened his arms to point at the stands and roar to his heart's content.

"Hahahaha! Barcelona! What's wrong with Barcelona! Hahahaha! You have to kneel when you come - I'm going to win tonight! Go to the fucking overtime game!"

Crazy to the extreme, crazy to the limit, but what responded to his arrogance was a shout that was a hundred times crazier than him!
(End of this chapter)