“gooooooooooooooooooooooool!”

"What a wonderful goal! A burst shot at a very small angle! Robert Lewandowski, his goal helped one change the score to two-to-one! Ibiza took the lead again!"

The cheers over the Sarakoglu Stadium reached a peak.

After scoring the goal, Robert Lewandowski looked at Maorius Lewandowski. Seeing the confused expression of this fellow surnamed, he was proud. He was shocked by his wonderful goal!

Then Robert Lewandowski turned around and ran to celebrate the goal. He ran to Mata first. The Polish man shouted proudly at Mata: Lewandowski scored!

Maorius Lewandowski was so angry that he came back to his senses when he heard this. In his opinion, it was a kind of humiliation.

However, he didn't care about being angry, and subconsciously slid his crotch and let out a long sigh. He was stunned just now, not by Lewandowski's beautiful goal, but was scared. He shot at such a close range and flew over to his Dandan, and could feel the cool breeze passing by. His first reaction at that time was, would it be broken if it hit? Can it be used? God, this mixed-ball shot was so sudden that he didn't have time to reach out to block it. Of course, if he blocked it with his hands, it would be a handball in the penalty area, a penalty kick.

...

On the sidelines, there are also two heavens of ice and fire.

"Damn it!" Lucescu rushed out of his seat and waved his fists angrily. The loss of the ball made him angry, not the way to lose the ball. He admitted that the ball was beautiful and even left him speechless. He was angry that he lost the ball so quickly. As soon as the second half began, the Donetsk miners fell behind again, which made his various arrangements and instructions at the break immediately become useless.

"Beautiful job!" Fang Jue applauded and cheered. He turned his head to his assistant Sebalus and said, "Hey, these bastards have scored so quickly. The arrangements for the halftime break are about to change."

Sebalos glanced at the furious Lucescu. He seriously doubted that if Lucescu heard Fang Jue's words, would this irritable Ukrainian be unable to help but beat someone up?

"There is nothing to do. No one expected that Lewandowski could shoot at that angle and score a goal!" Lucesku's assistant Brekhatov said comforting him.

"Bastard! Damn it! Shit!" Lucescu was still angry and scolding.

Brekhatov was a little puzzled. Didn’t he just concede a goal? The second half of the game has just begun, and the game time is still there. Now isn’t it the end of the world?

Fang Jue glanced here, thinking about something.

"What do you think?" Fang Jue asked.

"Lucescu is very anxious," said Sebalos.

"Yes." Fang Jue said, "I should be angry when I lost a ball, but his emotions seemed to be a little out of control."

Then, there is only one answer!

Fang Jue touched his nose, and he felt that it would be even cooler if he wore flat glasses at this time.

Obviously, Lucescu was very impatient, or to put it bluntly, the concealment of the goal made him unbalanced. The fundamental reason is that this person lacks confidence in leading the team to win the game. Thinking of the person's previous words in Ukraine that he was confident in leading the team to win the championship, Fang Jue was more convinced of his judgment: people with real confidence often don't say anything big, but on the contrary they will be very low-key and simple, such as coach Fang Jue.

...

Originally, he planned to continue to attack after leading 2-1 to see if he could take the opportunity to enter another one, but at this moment, Fang Jue immediately changed his mind and immediately notified the players: Defensive counterattack.

"We are not in a hurry." Fang Jue said to the team captain Desler, "The one who is anxious now is the Donetsk miners."

Fifteen minutes later, the score on the field was still 2-1, with Ibiza leading the way.

"Ibiza's defense is very good. The Donetsk miners who are behind in the score try their best, but they have been unable to find a way to score a goal." David Zamora said.

"Clement's performance is so good. Although Lewandowski and Aubameyang scored goals respectively, I think Clement is the one Ibiza performs the best."

At this moment, Fernandinho passed the ball to Judson. The latter had just received the ball and was stabbed from behind. The football was stabbed away. Then the man stepped forward and successfully stuck his position. Judson pushed him in a frustration.

Clement shook his body, but did not fall to the ground, but quickly shot the ball to find Modric.

"Beautiful! Textbook-like steals." Dolores shouted.

"The clever Clement, counterattack, is here, Ibiza's counterattack is here again." David Zamora praised Clement's smart choice at this time. He could choose to fall to the ground and ask for a free kick. However, there was no threat to the free kick at this position. Clement keenly captured this opportunity to counterattack. He did not fall to the ground, but stabilized the center of gravity and quickly took the ball.

Modric Modric straight ball to find Deisler in front.

Deisler thought about what to do while receiving the ball. He poked the ball directly and passed it to Lewandowski.

The football rolled over and Lewandowski was preparing to score the goal. At the same time, Serner had already targeted the Polish striker with the same surname as his teammate.

Just when he was planning to attack the opponent from behind, although Lewandowski had long noticed the situation behind him, he pretended not to discover it. When the football rolled in front of him, Lewandowski moved. He knocked the football back with his heels, and he carried Serner as the fulcrum, turned around and bypassed from the opposite direction.

...

"breakthrough!"

"It's over!"

"pretty!"

Commentators from all over the country who broadcast the game were excitedly shouted.

Seeing Lewandowski stride and drive into the penalty area, another defender, Chiglinski, came to him helplessly, and then a scene that worried him happened. Lewandowski pushed the arch of his foot, and the unguarded Aubameyang followed and shot with a strong shot!

"Stop it-oh-hell!" The Ukrainian narrator let out a whine.

Aubameyang didn't score in at a close shot, and he was shocked. Aubameyang raised his hands and was very upset. Then before his regret had completely blossomed, he screamed excitedly. He raised his hands, one hand fell down, and the other hand slapped the hand, shouting at the referee: Handball! Handball! Handball! Referee, guy handball!

The referee Merkel's whistle sounded, and he rushed into the penalty area, pointed to the penalty spot, and then took out a red card and lit up at Donetsk miner player Maorius Lewandowski.

“Beautiful job!”

“Good!”

Deisler, Mata and others gathered around and praised Aubameyang.

"I did it on purpose." Aubameyang looked serious, "I know that Lewandowski can do handball, and now it's more cost-effective than scoring goals!"

"Get out of here." Lewandowski came over and slapped Aubameyang's head away, looking contempt: I don't know your shooting level yet... With such a large shooting angle and space, you can't make it. He hit Maorius Lewandowski's raised arm near the post. In Lewandowski's opinion, his compatriot of the same surname didn't want handball at all. This was just right to raise his arms and couldn't even hide. This was a bad luck.
Chapter completed!