Maldini felt that he should be able to stop the opponent. Even if he and pancaro can’t finish closing, he can still reach out and pull the foul …

But he found himself misjudging the young man’s speed.
When he was alone, Reyes had already appeared in front of him!
Frightened, he hurriedly reached for a foul.
He grabbed Reyes’ clothes, but he didn’t even come yet, and he felt a great force tearing him away from himself!
"Reyes-! ! ！”
With the narrator yelling, Reyes got past Maldini and pancaro!
He broke through!
"He went into the box! Chased football! Single knife! "
……
Dida’s attack was slow. He didn’t expect Reyes to be so fast. When he just ran out, Reyes had chased the football. He had to fall to the ground and spread his arms as much as possible to expand his defensive area, hoping to block Reyes’ shot.
Don’t say that a tall man who is 1.96 meters tall really gives people a kind of oppression like a wall when he holds out his hands upside down.
But this kind of oppression is not for Reyes.
Seeing Reyes raise his left leg and fall in a shooting posture, he became extremely soft …
"spoon! ! ！” The Italian commentator’s voice was frightened!
From Italy, he knows best, but Reyes knows what this move means …
That is especially popular in Serie A!
Sure enough, the football was gently picked up by Reyes, but it was not fast, but it passed the fallen Dida
Dida could watch the football fall to the goal behind him.
“GOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL！ ! ! Ray-yeah-Si-! ! ! ！”
Mestalla is crazy, Italians are stupid …
Chapter two hundred and eleven What the fuck is this? !
When Reyes shot the football into the goal of AC Milan with a spoon, many people could no longer be calm.
Mestalla burst into cheers louder than before, and the sound was comparable to that of a jet fighter taking off.
At this moment, there is this sound in Mestalla, and other sounds can’t be heard.
Even the commentator had to shut up at this time and wait for the excited Valencia fans to vent.
The highest decibel value passed quickly, but the live sound was still very noisy.
But I can finally talk.
"Emperor! What do we see? We saw a miracle! Valencia leads AC Milan 3 at home! Who would have thought before the game? Valencia scored three goals at halftime! "
"incredible! Unbelievable! It’s incredible! Before the game, many people thought that Valencia could not make a comeback at home, and their elimination was a foregone conclusion. The second leg was meaningless, but now they have equalized the total score! And there are 45 minutes left in the game! They have a chance to create miracles! "
"AC Milan players are stupefied at the stadium! They can’t believe that 3 in the first round will become 33 in the second round! Look at their expressions, confused and painful … Valencia scared them! "
……
"Well done! ！” Jaime Oti jumped up from his seat behind the rostrum and shouted with his arms raised.
After he led other Valencia supporters sitting on the rostrum, they also got up and cheered at this exciting half of Valencia.
Sanchez looked back at them. He noticed Oti staring at him defiantly.
So he and Sohler around him once again got up in Valencia and applauded.
But they are afraid that they are cursing and winning.
Mom! Three goals behind can make you come back? Are you still fucking human?
……
Galliani clenched his hands so tightly that he could hardly hold them. His palms were sweaty-scared.
His heart beat faster at the moment Reyes scored.
That ominous premonition turned into reality-his team suffered a disaster on the road!
Berlusconi didn’t come to the scene because of something. He did have something. He might not even watch the live broadcast of the game, so Galliani was considering whether to call Berlusconi and tell him what happened in Mestalla.
Just when he had this idea, his cell phone rang and shook in his pocket.
He picked it up and saw that it was the boss number.
Adriano, you’d better explain to me what the fuck is going on. ！”
……
Berlusconi didn’t go to the scene to watch the match between AC Milan and Valencia. On the one hand, he felt that there was no need for a suspense game. What was there to watch? On the other hand, he did have something to do. At this time, he attended a dinner in Italy to thank the people who had contributed to the election.
This is a high-class banquet, and the people present here are all Berlusconi’s political partners, such as the representatives of the Northern Alliance, which strongly resists the immigration policy.
Of course, Berlusconi’s virtue banquet is full of beautiful women with sexy clothes and exquisite figure.
There are two things Berlusconi likes best in this life: AC Milan and beauty.
These beautiful women are also very diligent, because they all know that approaching and pleasing Berlusconi is a shortcut for their own advancement, and they may be lucky enough to enter politics directly.
Surrounded by beautiful women, Berlusconi had a good talk with his political partners and allies.