Chapter 383
Chapter 383
At the Olympic Stadium in Berlin, the halftime break ended and the players from both teams returned to the stadium.
The cheers, shouts and cheers from the fans of both teams came from all directions.
Even though the team was trailing 0:2, Croatian fans still gave their greatest enthusiasm when the home team needed to cheer.
Just as Wang Tao said.
This Croatian team made it to the finals. Even if they lost to Italy, they still won glory in defeat and had already made history.
Of course.
After being inspired by Kranjcar's words, the players of the Croatian men's football team have regained their confidence at this time.
Still won glory in defeat?
No!
At this time, they only have winning in their hearts!
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The middle circle of the game was reopened, and Italy had the ball.
Luca Toni passed the ball to Pirlo behind him, and continued to cooperate with Francesco Totti to attack Croatia's defense together.
Pirlo, who had the ball, was robbed by Modric.
This thin Croatian No. 14 left a deep impression on Pirlo because of the missed penalty.
At this time, I felt Modric's fierce pressing.
He pulled the ball back with his right foot continuously, trying to control the ball under his feet.
But Pirlo didn't expect it.
Modric suddenly kicked out in the confrontation, successfully losing the ball.
Then.
Modric exploded and accelerated, his body stuck in front of Pirlo, and he took the ball sideways!
"Hey, this ball is beautiful!"
"Modric!"
"Reverse Pirlo at the beginning!"
"Croatia is trailing 0:2!"
"The momentum in the second half is good!"
"Modric!"
"Pass the ball directly to Su Fei!"
The Italian players lost the ball at the beginning, and Su Fei, who got the ball, had not been close to Gattuso.
This ball.
There is a lot of room for operation.
Su Fei chose to dribble the ball one step, dribbling the ball himself, first approaching the Italian goal, and came to the front court.
Perrotta and Gattuso, the Italian double defensive midfielders, attacked head-on, though late but arrived.
Su Fei decisively passed the ball horizontally to Nick Kovac who was advancing on the left.
Su Fei attracted Italy's hinterland defense.
Nick Kovac comfortably approached the Italian penalty area with the ball.
But here, Cannavaro has been waiting for a long time!
The Golden Ball iron guard who successfully defended Su Fei's violent header faced Nick Kovac, calmly got close, confronted, and kicked.
The football was poked out of Nick Kovac's feet by Cannavaro.
"Oh, what a pity!"
"Cannavaro!"
"He is like the insurmountable mountain in front of the Italian goal, like the heavy armor wrapped around Buffon!"
"Again!"
"The ball was intercepted outside his own penalty area!"
"Wait!"
"Modric!!"
"One step ahead of the Italian team and got the ball!"
"Modric!!"
"Shoot directly from a long distance!"
"This ball..."
"It was saved! Buffon saved Modric's shot again!"
"Oh my God!"
"This is Italy!"
"Cannavaro is the armor outside Buffon. Croatia took off the armor and found that Buffon also had a layer of iron cloth!"
-[Ouch! My heart, it was almost there again! Modric's shot was blocked again. ]
-[This kick is also fine, it hits the far corner, damn, it can be saved, Buffon is really amazing! 】
-【Modric won't have red eyes again...】
-【No, look! Modric is still high-fiving Captain Nick, still smiling, it seems that his mentality has adjusted. 】
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On the court, just as the fans in the live broadcast room said.
Watching the shot being saved again.
Modric did not show any discouraged expression.
His eyes were firm.
"Captain, believe me, I will definitely score the next goal!"
"I believe! Luka, I always believe in you!"
Nick Kovac patted Modric's shoulder with a serious expression. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Modric missing the penalty.
He hoped that his teammates could maintain their fighting spirit.
Not far away.
Seeing this scene, Su Fei curled his lips.
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In the next 10 minutes, although no goals were scored, the fighting spirit of the Croatian players was obviously high.
Then came.
It was also the increasingly intense physical confrontation and fouls between the two sides.
Croatian players.
Began to use their tall and strong bodies to attack the Italian defense line.
Beep!
Beep beep!
The frequent whistles on the court made Lippi frown on the sidelines.
He could feel it.
Croatian players were getting better and better from the overall enthusiasm to the defensive adaptability of their own team.
In the first 15 minutes of the second half.
Croatia had already made 4 shots, 2 of which were on target.
Moreover.
The Italian players were not very adaptable to the sudden increase in the scale of confrontation between the Croatian reckless men.
The team's defensive formation.
And not letting the running position slow down a lot.
Danger.
Lippi smelled the signal of danger.
"Stay focused!"
"Run!"
"Keep running!"
Lippi couldn't help but shout at the sidelines to remind his players because of his anxiety.
But on the field, the Italian players, whose emotions began to fluctuate, found it difficult to listen to the coach's words at the first time.
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On the field, Camoranesi, who had dribbled past Nick Kovac, was knocked down by Marco who suddenly rushed over.
"Barbaro!" (Barbarian!)
"Barbaro!"
Camoranesi stood up with a red face and cursed, glaring at Marco. Marco was not afraid and greeted him in Croatian.
"Idiot!" (Stupid!)
"Idiot!"
The referee from Argentina, Horacio Elizondo, didn't understand what the two were saying.
But he stood between the two at the first time.
Give each of them a yellow card.
The moment they saw the yellow card, they were all depressed and could only swallow their anger.
Wang Tao was explaining in the live broadcast room of Zhuangdianer.
"The two teams were very aggressive in the second half."
"Camoranesi and Marco had a quarrel."
"The referee Elizondo chose to give each of them a 50-point penalty."
"This goal."
"The referee thought that Marco's tackle was fine, and it was Camoranesi who provoked first."
"Croatia was awarded a set-piece in the frontcourt."
"This one just crossed the center line, which is a pity. If it was closer to the goal, Su Fei would have a chance to try to shoot directly."
On the court.
Camoranesi pouted and spread his hands, and gave a helpless look to Lippi, who was angry in the coaching seat.
Boss, I can't do anything about it!
Lippi shook his head and was too lazy to talk nonsense.
Moved his eyes.
Suddenly.
He saw the Croatian No. 9.
At some point, he retreated from the front court and stood near Marco who was about to take a set-piece.
Hmm?
Lippi suddenly felt his right eyelid twitching wildly...
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