Nine and a half

Chapter 253: Natural? (Daily Transition)

The first and second legs of the Champions League are only one week apart.

Gao Qi didn't go anywhere.

I didn’t take any advertising endorsements, didn’t participate in any charity events, and didn’t meet any people.

The phone is turned off for a long time.

Trying hard to understand and experience all the nine and a half bonds during training.

in the system panel.

All the legendary stones gradually dimmed, as if they disappeared contentedly, and no negative energy that could influence one's emotions would suddenly appear again.

After training every day, he went home and watched Juventus videos.

There are many changes that Juventus can make this season.

The more I watch, the more interesting it becomes.

The area around the house was quiet, with only the sound of wind blowing through leaves and the chirping of small animals being heard.

As it concerns the Premier League and European competition points, the reporter from England's Toilet Paper News lurking near Cheshire doesn't dare to look through the trash cans for material.

“Tom, don’t f**k around these days, the Manchester City fans will tear us apart.”

"Will edit it after the Champions League semi-final."

"I'm not making this up. Statistics show that the number nine and a half tactical role has brought more defensive pressure to Manchester City than in previous seasons."

"That's because starting from this season, other clubs have covered a wider area and their attack and defense tempo have become faster."

“Why do I feel like we are accompanying Gao to prepare for the exam?”

"Juventus, who play aggressively, will fail at Etihad Stadium."

Manchester City's coaching staff is also busy.

The two-goal lead was a huge advantage, but Pellegrini did not take it lightly.

The old hands quickly moved the magnetic chess pieces on the tactical board.

"Juventus will definitely be more aggressive."

"Their biggest weakness is physical fitness."

"Other players should do a good job of defending, and give all tactical resources to Gao!"

Lao Pei is experienced. After the first round of fighting, he thought that his opponent's health bar and mana bar were very short.

The teaching assistants started discussing.

After a long time, the tactical meeting ended.

The incandescent lights in the room came back on, and Kidd couldn't help but whispered, "Boss, will you really leave Manchester City after the season?"

Pellegrini nodded: "Don't be sad, I was invited here in the first place."

As for where to go next?
He hasn't thought about this issue yet.

The most important task at the moment is to reach the Champions League final.

Four days later.

Etihad Stadium.

A huge banner with Gao Qi's photo was quietly unfolded.

The poster shakes.

A giant TIFO was hung in the home stands: a cartoon image of the entire Blue Moon team.

The loud "Gao Qi's Song" overshadowed the UEFA Champions League theme song.

The football rolled quickly on the green field.

The two colors of jerseys entangled in the spotlight.

"Pogba heads the ball."

"Tevez!"

"Kicked"

"The game just started and Juventus launched a very threatening attack."

The commentator hasn't finished announcing the starting lineup yet.

The Zebras made a quick attack on the Blue Moon and almost got the start.

There was thunderous applause from the stands on all sides.

Manchester City fans were lucky to have escaped disaster.

Pogba couldn't hold it back any longer, and angrily spread his hands towards Tevez, muttering to himself.

The lip-reading expert invited by The Sun translated in time: "How many chances did you waste in the two rounds? Do you only know how to play against weak teams? I think Manchester City's defense is not strong either!"

Joe Hart patted his chest confidently, then turned and waved his arms towards the stands, signaling that the home team should cheer louder.

Pellegrini sat back in the coaching seat and his expression gradually relaxed.

Gao Qi looked at the Juventus goal from afar.

Various shadows struggled out in the field of vision.

He counted subconsciously: Cantona, Bergkamp, ​​Totti, Piero, Platini, Zico, Baggio.
Never tried all Legendary Bonds together?
The wind blew her black hair and blue clothes.

I did not feel any negative emotions such as arrogance, indifference, irritability, arrogance, conceit, depression, sadness, etc.

All the phantoms are full of vigor and vitality.

The blessing of the Eternal Legend module "Inheritance of Number Nine and a Half".

The ryegrass was blown into ripples.

The Middle Eastern oil tycoons in the VIP box prayed silently.

If Manchester City holds on to the score and advances to the Champions League final, it will create another record in team history.

Sky Sports studios.

Neville frowned and sighed: "As the game time goes by, Manchester City is getting closer and closer to Berlin."

Henry smiled and said: "You should be happy that the Premier League's European points will surpass the Bundesliga again."

Juventus's last stand.

It is impossible for Manchester City to become lambs to be slaughtered at home.

Lineker didn't say anything, but was silently drafting in his mind, thinking about how to praise the Chinese star after the game.

Time is like a raging river, rushing endlessly.

"Juventus' attack was very intense during this period."

"After falling behind by two goals on aggregate, Allegri had to give it a go."

"The ball was turned to the Lichtsteiner side."

"The Swiss star was born in Lucerne."

“When we talk about Lucerne, we can’t help but think of the Chapel Bridge and the statue of the dying lion.”

“Mark Twain once said wonderful!”

Lichtsteiner created a passing angle near the right baseline and sent a low cross.

The tall Chiellini turned into a striker and quickly rushed into the Manchester City penalty area.

9 meters from the goal.

Snapped.

The ball was cleared away by Yaya Toure with a long kick.

The whole crowd cheered.

Joe Hart breathed a sigh of relief and touched Yaya Toure's little boiled egg.

Studio.
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[Manchester City's defense didn't expect Chiellini to do this. The speed of switching from defender to wide midfielder to forward was too fast. ]
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[Manchester City's defense didn't take Yaya Toure into consideration, haha.]
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[Yaya Toure has a strong sense of defense, but he usually can't come back. ]
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[Isn't that the other way around? Juventus had a high possession rate. 】
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[The high defense line is also very strong, making it difficult for the opponent to counterattack. ]
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【Juventus may win tonight, but the team that advances is Manchester City. 】

Allegri's movements were very dramatic when he was excited.

The expression is no longer squeezed into the word "囧".

Kicking mineral water bottles, kicking billboards, throwing suits, and pulling ties.

All body languages ​​also represent the emotions of Juventus fans.

They were unwilling to lose at Etihad.

The 40th minute of the game.

Pogba turned into a super troublemaker in the left half.

One against three.

A fake move to knock down Yaya Toure.

A strong body, carrying Fernandinho and De Bruyne.

As if there was no interference.

Facing sideways, back heel cross.

"Rib cross pass!"

"It was Marchisio who came in."

"Through."

"Oops, it bounced onto Demichelis's foot!"

"Juventus' attack failed again!"

"Manchester City's counterattack!"

The commentator and coach Zhang were excited. It had been a long time since they had seen Manchester City counterattack from such a deep position.

Manchester City starts at a high level and often presses the opponent.

Due to the disadvantage in the total score, Juventus invested too many offensive forces.

It was no longer possible to build an orderly depth in the positioning phase like in the first round.

De Bruyne didn't have to do much watching.

Swing your legs slightly.

Choose to send a through ball with the fastest movement speed.

The trajectory of the football was like a sharp blade, passing across the center circle line.

"Gao Qi!"

"He's the only one."

“Not very fast.”

"The defensive positioning of Barzagli, Bonucci and Chiellini was very reasonable."

Gao Qi's speed did not seem to match the crazy cheers of Etihad.

The legendary shadows gradually merged together.

There is no earth-shattering pedaling of wind and fire wheels. Nor is there any thunderous eating of raw food.

He dribbled the ball.

'Evenly' moving forward in Juventus' half.

Easily dribbled past Chiellini.

He dribbled the ball to avoid Barzagli's flying tackle.

Then he stopped suddenly, stepped on the ball and knocked Bonucci down.

All the movements are so natural.

Everything was so reasonable.

The rhythm of touching the ball and the adjustment of steps are all natural.

Even his arch-rival Neville couldn't find any flaws.

The speed doesn't seem to be fast, but the players who are chasing back can't catch up?
The cheers from Etihad grew louder and louder.

The Middle Eastern oil guys in the VIP box looked crazy.

Pellegrini was stunned.

Allegri looked incredulous: his own defensive team BBC was reduced to amateur defenders?
The characters abandoned by the tactical wave shine again.

finally.

Gao Qi dribbled past Buffon in the penalty area.

Shoot into the empty goal.

1:0! ! !

this moment.

All Manchester City fans were immersed in happiness and joy, raising their fists and calling their King Etihad.

Gao Qi felt discomfort in the muscles of his feet.

Slowly run towards the corner flag area.

He opened his arms and hugged the nine and a half legends who had separated again.

Final farewell.

The legendary shadows gradually turned into starlight and dissipated in the wind of Etihad.

in the system panel.

All nine and a half bound stones glowed with various colors, shattered into dust, and then condensed into a stone slab again.

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Passed four people in a row!"

"Gao Qi strolled leisurely in the garden and defeated Juventus's defense alone!"

"The strongest shield of the Champions League was broken by one person!"

"He seemed to be climbing the stairs step by step."

“Great skill is not a work of art.”

"This goal is legendary."

"The legendary nine and a half colors."

The commentator and Coach Zhang were excited.

Excitedly praising the Manchester City superstar.

With the development of football skills and tactics, how many opportunities will we have to see such goals in the future?
Studio.

Barrage flying.
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[Wow, is he cheating again? ]
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[BBC + Buffon, was defeated so easily by Gao Qi? I think I am watching a science fiction movie. ]
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[It looks easy, but in fact, there is nothing wrong with their defensive choices. It can't even be called a mistake. It's just that Gao Qi is too strong. ]
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[Gao Qiping A Juventus defense team! 】
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【De Bruyne's assist of the century. 】
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[So cool! The Blue Moon King! ]
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【Caesar the Great.】
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[Gao Qi carried the Blue Moon to the Champions League final. ]
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[What should we do? Juventus needs to score three goals to reverse the situation and advance! ]

The cheers from Etihad lasted for a long time.

Manchester City teammates hugged the Chinese star excitedly.

Morata's face was still full of astonishment. Perhaps only a striker could experience the difficulty of this goal the most profoundly: "Gao, how did you do it? I couldn't understand the replay of the goal on the big screen, this rhythm."

“We can’t learn it.”

Boni looked serious, then raised his fist and shouted: "Emperor! Emperor!"

If it weren't too crowded.

The African buffalo wanted to celebrate Gao Qi's performance by polishing his shoes.

In the distance, Joe Hart was also looking up to the sky and clenching his fist, and couldn't help but feel fortunate that he and Gao Qi were teammates.

the other side.

Buffon felt lost.

He hasn't been so embarrassed for a long, long time since the beginning of the new century.

At the moment when he was dunked and knocked down, the Italian goalkeeper seemed to see many shadows of the Chinese star.

The BBC defensive team looked at each other in bewilderment.

A little skeptical about life.

"Idiots! You are all idiots. You are kicking a bunch of shit!"

"I kicked even more shit."

Pogba cursed as he rushed into the net, picked up the ball and ran back.

The little French black boy who had been trained to be a good student could hardly hide his resentment at this moment.

Courtside.

Pellegrini and Manchester City's assistant coaches were shocked beyond words.

"Gao is under our cultivation."

"Do not."

“We are under high cultivation.”

Everyone gradually became incoherent.

No one expected that we could lead Juventus by three goals in the total score!
So happy.

The other side.

Allegri's clothes were disheveled and his eyes were full of sadness.

How is this played?
There is an Ittihad Emperor opposite!
He suddenly regretted his aggressive play this season.
If the defense line is stable, Gao Qi will be forced into this state.

VIP box.

The Middle Eastern oil tycoons are reveling in joy.

The cheers of Ittihad sounded so beautiful, they were simply the laughter of Allah.

“Build a statue!”

"Hurry up and build that statue. I'm not talking about putting it on the agenda, I'm talking about now!"

"One statue is not enough."

"Build four, two for the stadium, one for the palace back home, and one for China."

Sky Sports Live Studio.

Neville remained silent, his expression complicated.

Henry clapped his hands and nudged the Manchester United star with his elbow: "If you want to praise, just praise. Don't hold it back."

Lineker interrupted: "Genius."

"The best, greatest, most perfect center forward model in football history, the number nine and a half model!"

"Being high made me realize that I was a piece of shit."

"Legendary moment? Legendary goal? Gao himself is a legend!"

The game resumes.

Juventus has no way out.

Morale was not crushed.

The players tried their best and attacked frantically.

54 minutes.

Pogba rotated to the forward position, flanked the ball, and shot into the goal!
1:1! ! !

The little black egg wasted no time celebrating.

He got into the net as soon as possible and picked up the football and ran back.

"The indomitable Zebras."

“The fighting spirit is high.”

"Pirlo's wonderful assist sounded the clarion call for a counterattack!"

"Pogba waved his arms, as if to say... he didn't want to fall here."

Two minutes later.

Manchester City gets a corner kick.

De Bruyne kicks off.

The football followed a beautiful trajectory and passed over Juventus' penalty area.

Gao Qi crushed Bonucci.

Soar into the sky.

Header pass.

Morata instinctively stretched his feet.

Buffon dived to the ground.

Snapped.

The football passed under the armpit of the Apennine goalkeeper.

2:1! ! !

Al-Ittihad once again sparked waves of applause and cheers.

Fans of both teams don't have to count the number of goals.

finally.

Beep! Beep!
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Manchester City 2:1 Juventus.

The Blue Moon advanced to the Champions League final for the first time in its history.

(End of this chapter)