"Watch what's behind you." Leon shouted suddenly. The pursuer who never gave up had already caught up with Callejon, but Callejon seemed to have no idea about it.

However, the next second, Li Ang's eyes widened.

After catching up with Callejon, the Getafe player threw himself forward, hugged Callejon from behind with a wrestling movement, and hugged the Real Madrid forward. Then, the two of them fell down together.

What is this? Trying to catch up and then give a penalty kick and a red card?

Everyone was stunned.

Pablo Banderas was also shocked.

"He was completely out of power." Li Ang said. He understood that the Getafe player was desperately trying to catch up. He was out of power. However, relying solely on his will to support him, he finally caught up with Negredo, when the goal was right in front of him.

, the last trace of strength was gone, and he hugged Callejon almost subconsciously.

"This stupid guy, he fought hard until the end, but made the biggest mistake." Pablo Banderas shook his head. He saw the referee fell to the ground, lying panting like a dead pig.

The Getafe defender showed a red card and then pointed to the penalty spot.

"Yeah, it's quite silly." Li Ang shook his head, but in his heart he admired this Getafe player. A person who persists desperately and never gives up should at least win respect. You don't have to have talent, you can.

There is nothing else, but as long as you have this kind of persistence, it is the most precious wealth.

He suddenly became interested in this Getafe player. In Liang's eyes, the Getafe defender's performance today was perfect. His family knows his own affairs, and Liang knows the reason for this person's disastrous mistake just now.

.

Be steady, serious, not aggressive, and have the spirit of perseverance and never giving up.

In Li Ang's eyes, this boy has these qualities that are very good.

Penalty kick.

Callejon took the penalty himself and converted the penalty kick, finally scoring a hat trick.

Excited, Callejon ran and opened his arms in celebration.

The exhausted Juan Carlos got up and silently walked to the sidelines. Wherever he passed, his teammates, those who just stood there watching him run like a fool, pointed at him and talked about him.

"This big stupid guy."

"Yeah, I fought back hard just to score a penalty kick, ha."

Juan Carlos didn't hear any of these sounds. All he could think about now was that he had messed up again and how he would face his sister when he went back. He still remembered telling his sister that he would start in today's game.

At that time, my sister's pale face smiled with relief and joy.

"Boy, you did a good job." Li Ang came up and patted the boy on the shoulder.

Everyone else looked over in surprise. What was the Real Madrid coach doing here?

Juan Carlos raised his head and glanced at the opponent's head coach. He didn't understand what this guy was doing. He just gave this guy a cold look.

Annoying guy.

A arrogant guy.

hypocritically.

Juan Carlos snorted and continued to walk away. His bad situation today was all due to this guy. After this guy sent the No. 9, his nightmare began. He is now facing Li Ang

It's strange to have a good impression.

Good intentions are not rewarded well. Li Ang touched his nose and watched this guy walk away silently. "I meant well." He said to his assistant Pablo Banderas.

The latter laughed.

This bastard. Li Ang looked at the back of the Getafe player and said with gritted teeth.

This boy!
Chapter completed!