Chapter 739 - 19: Three Ups, Three Downs! Dream Fulfilled in Warsaw!! Lifting the Champion’s Trophy on a Rainy Night!!

The players from both sides began making more passing mistakes, with poor marking and hasty tackles more frequent, and the game became increasingly chaotic.

Every player felt somewhat uncomfortable, as their skills and tactics turned ineffective, leaving them to rely on instinct for the last ten minutes or so.

But simultaneously, they were very excited because everyone knew that opportunities were gradually increasing.

"Boom... Boom.....!"

In the 111th minute of the match, Xiaofa and Iniesta completed a one-two combination, penetrating Sagna’s defensive zone and advancing into the France team’s penalty area, followed by a cut-back pass.

Pedro and Torres both approached the spot, one stepping forward and the other reaching back to hook the ball, both eager to control it for a shot.

Eventually, Torres conceded, knowing that Pedro could take a direct shot without stopping the ball, and stepped aside to make room for the strike.

"Boom!!"

Pedro’s strike was strong and powerful; he had just come onto the field, with ample physical ability, keeping his movement precise.

The ball formed a slight arc and curled towards the near corner of the goal.

"Snap!" Lori initially anticipated he aimed for the far corner and began moving early; during this process, reacted quickly, extending his right hand to block the near corner, flicking the ball out to the goal line.

So close!

"Gulp.....!" Amid the Spanish team’s sighs of regret, the French swallowed hard, relieved to have narrowly escaped calamity, as fans quickly grabbed water bottles.

Due to excessive tension, each player felt dry-mouthed, either breathing heavily or too shallowly.

Ma’el found a good opportunity in the 114th minute, controlling the ball at the goal line, leaving opponents only the option to poke it out to the sideline or goal line.

"Snap!"

Busquets, Aveloya, and Juanfran were constantly searching for a chance to intercept nearby, yet mostly managed only to poke the ball away, giving Ma’el another chance to shield it.

This delay successfully lasted over a minute; watching the time, sensing the game was nearing conclusion, his emotions surged tremendously.

The last ounce of potential was unleashed, making his body exceptionally energetic, driven by the thirst for the championship!

He channeled all of this power into the defense..... because he understood, as the regular time approached its end, the Spain team shared this vision, yet he once tied the game and was reversed by Giroud.

Cannot be careless, must remain vigilant and avoid repeating past mistakes!

"Oh no....!"

"Ah.....!"

After passing the 115th minute mark, France team’s players started frequently experiencing cramps, some genuine, some to waste time.

It was evident that Spain team’s players felt pent-up, with this occurrence being rare among them, seemingly only affecting Aveloya once due to Ma’el’s repeated breaks.

"Last few minutes! As France team gets closer to the championship, their players are struggling!

"In moments like this, you should clench your teeth, 115 minutes of fighting, cannot let victory slip away in the final moments!

"Spain team is gradually launching an encirclement against them, France team can no longer gain possession, everyone retreat to defend!

"This few minutes, the match will definitely be a tug-of-war, with players from both sides playing extremely tough."

"....."

In the 117th minute, Spain team focused their efforts on Nasri and Sagna’s area, with 4 attacking players leaning towards this side, attempting to penetrate these two front-line defenders and 2 protecting defenders.

Ramos and Pique were both advancing by now, leaving only one or two in the rear formation.

"Boom... Boom... Boom.....!"

The rhythmically comfortable passing sound played as if a symphony orchestra was performing some melody, artistically rich and highly destructive.

"Snap.....!"

Spain team feigned attacking Nasri’s baseline, but at the last second shifted direction, cutting into Sagna’s back flank, achieving a 4-on-4 local offensive-defensive advantage.

Javi raised his head in the flank position, observing the midfield situation, noticing many high points in the penalty area, potentially executing a quick high ball crossing.

"Boom!" His right foot curled around the soccer ball, the inside of the foot wrapping around the ball, spinning inward towards the goal.

After passing the ball, he bore an expression of anticipation and tension, knowing it was one of the last few opportunities.

"Boom!"

At the ball’s drop point, there unfolded a peak duel between two center-backs, Ramos against Koscielny; eventually, Lord Shui’s skill prevailed, he bested Koscielny, heading the ball.

The ball didn’t fly towards the goal but headed straight for the goal line; he had clearly misjudged the direction choice.

However, the sole good news was the ball’s speed wasn’t high, not immediately flying out the goal line, leaving other players room for action.

"Boom!"

Amid the crowd, Pique broke through like a spring, fish-diving to strike, throwing himself out, headed the center of the ball.

His shot carried nuclear-like power and ultimately flew into the net corner with a nuclear-like force, "Whoosh!!"

Goal scored!

Two to Two!

They achieved a deadlock in the last moments, pulling the team back from the brink!

"Yeahhhh...!" The Spanish were revived, many had cried for over ten minutes, yet in the last moment broke into laughter, jumping and shouting.

Pique and the Spanish players didn’t bother picking up the ball, instead ran with their arms waving towards the corner flag area.

They dared not dream of accomplishing a last-moment decisive win; having trailed for so long, managing a tie to push the match into a penalty shootout was satisfactory enough!