inspire-indiana Chapter 133: The Birth And Continuation Of The Legend! Amazing Maradona! Platini's God-Making P
Chapter 133: The Birth And Continuation Of The Legend! Amazing Maradona! Platini's God-Making P
"What's he doing? What's he doing? What's he doing?!"
"This is the San Paolo Stadium! Maradona's 'temple'! What does this seventeen-year-old guy want to do? Does he want to become a god, or is he a gift from God?"
The Naples home stand, the local Italian commentary is already incoherent!
The scene also fell into an indescribably hot~atmosphere!
The Naples home fans who should have died because of Ye Lingfeng's crazy goal performance.
Unexpectedly, there was an unharmonious applause without warning!
in the audience.
The older fans shook their heads in disbelief.
The female fans at the front of the stands burst into tears
Similar unbelievable scoring scenes, they have only seen in the precious historical documentaries of Naples!
In this piece of football king's hometown that belongs only to Maradona.
The proud Naples fans gave a surprise and applause to a talented center with an oriental face!
In contrast, the fans in the Barcelona away stands are much crazier!
Stadium security has become the busiest person in the stadium at this moment...
Unable to contain their emotions, Barcelona fans stepped on the railing.
Even wanted to roll into the field for hugs from their super geniuses!
The entire St. Paul Stadium was immediately enveloped in a deafening noise!
All the energy and enthusiasm of the nearly 60,000 fans were directed to the tall, 17-year-old figure on the court!
Ye Lingfeng's name burst from the away stands.
Instantly resounded throughout the stadium!
"Genius! Genius! Genius!!"
Italy's home commentator held his head in trembling hands and stared intently at Ye Lingfeng on the field.
Repeating the same word over and over again!
Just like the 1986 World Cup, after Maradona scored the goal of the century.
Morales, who was Uruguay's commentator at the time, roared hysterically!
The words they shouted were strikingly similar.
genius!
Nearly thirty years have passed by in a flash.
The former football champion is no longer young.
But the young new king has already embarked on the road to becoming a god!
"Six people in a row! An epic goal performance! One more person than Maradona back then!"
In the Longguo Broadcasting Studio, Zhan Jun and He Wei couldn't hide their excitement and jumped up from their seats!
"Ye Lingfeng! This is a very individualistic goal! 3-1! Barcelona once again took an overwhelming lead in the Champions League!"
"Does this kind of goal really exist?!"
The atmosphere in the studio is hot!
Even the director in charge of capturing the shots was a little confused at the moment.
Selfishly staring at the replay of Ye Lingfeng's goal not long ago, watching it over and over again!
Zhan Jun's impassioned words resounded through the studio.
"Starting from the midfield area, the dexterous Cruyff turned around and got rid of the two pincers first. On the way to advance, he relied on his excellent combination of man and ball to connect with many defensive players! Finally, the clock pendulum passed in front of the goal. Shake the goalkeeper away, push and score!"
"That's right, although there are different ways of dribbling, what I smell is exactly the same! This goal once had a very famous name in history, 'Goal of the Century'
"In the quarter-finals of the 1986 World Cup, Argentina led by Marana defeated England 2-1, and the goal of the century happened in the 54th minute of the game!"
"It was with this goal against England that Argentina won 2-1! Maradona has further become the object of fanatical pursuit of Argentine fans!"
"And Ye Lingfeng's goal happened to be in the ninth minute of the second half! Is this a coincidence, or is it God's choice?"
Zhan Jun's noise became especially hoarse!
"As the live Italian commentary said, no Naples fan will forget the glory of Maradona!"
"And Ye Lingfeng reproduced the peak moment of the former football king in such a legendary stadium! He is following the legend and integrating into the legend..."
Zhan Jun looked passionate, "He will also become a new legend!"
In the Longguo live broadcast room, the bullet screens are frantically swiping the screen!
-【Holy shit, I'm just like that Italian commentator right now, I can't say anything superfluous, I can only say shit and awesome!】
-[Is it so easy? Passing people is like drinking water! I guess Maradona himself will regret not persuading Ye Lingfeng to join the Argentine national team after seeing this goal! 1
[He can always bring us surprises! Horrific scoring efficiency and consecutive goals are no longer enough for us to brag about, Ye Lingfeng is now inviting 'God' to his body! Those goals that can only be seen in documentaries, All of them were personally shown by Ye Lingfeng!]
-【What kind of player is this? With both explosive physical fitness and body flexibility comparable to a dancer? And you found out, Ye Lingfeng is obviously stronger than two months ago by more than one grade!】
【Even if he doesn't improve, and maintains the ability and state he had two months ago, he is definitely still a top center forward!】
-【This guy is only seventeen years old! God, is he still letting people live?】
-【As long as Ye Lingfeng is self-disciplined enough, his career can be as long as possible... There are too many honors for him to fight for!】
- [Think about it, next year's World Cup, Ye Lingfeng is estimated to lock a World Cup Golden Boot in advance! 】
[Although football is a sport for 11 people, and I never believed that anyone could lead the national football team out of the quagmire...but now I have a feeling that Ye Lingfeng can do it[
[Don’t cheat others, isn’t it good to play well in Europe? Win the World Cup, win the European Cup, win the Golden Boot, win the Golden Ball, which one is not good? Longguo is good, but it’s really not worth coming back for the national football team! 】
[Hey, have you read the recent news? A county-level team in a certain province won a Chinese Super League team in the Football Association Cup! It can be seen that Longguo football is not without so-called talents, it is just the ability to tap talents and the current The system is too bad!]
Argentina, Buenos Airos.
"You should see this, Diego! The kid is crazy!"
In a mansion in the province of Bournemouth, there was a noisy conversation.
"I told you not to bother me, Pablo! I'm playing golf, what do you call..."
under the setting sun.
The slightly bloated old man held a golf club and took the tablet impatiently.
Looking at a video on the screen, Maradona took off his sunglasses!
"You know, I wouldn't be so surprised if the guy in the picture was Leo Messi!"
With that said, Maradona shook his head again, "No, I would also be surprised that Naishi's imitation of my goal was not as good as this little guy's!"
"His turning, his dribbling, his dribbling...his man-ball combination ability! And the pendulum at the end is terrific! I seem to know who he is..."
...asking for flowers...
Maradona threw away his golf clubs and sat down on the grass next to him.
"Both Aimar and Sarabia have mentioned this little guy to me. He is Barcelona's new forward from La Masia this season. It's unbelievable. Why didn't he choose Argentina?"
The assistant smiled wryly: "The Spanish national team is very 'despicable'. They used the power of the royal family to persuade Ye! You know, their little princess of the royal family..."
Maradona laughed.
"There's no super genius who doesn't love beautiful women, right? That's okay, Argentina might not suit him anyway..."
The assistant was a little surprised: "Really?"
Maradona smiled, dropped the tablet in his hand, and lay on his back on the grass.
Sunset in Buenos Airos.
Maradona, who is not outstanding in height, has a very long shadow.
"Do you still remember the last World Cup? At that time, I was the head coach of Argentina! Although I missed the semi-finals in the end, the results were not bad..."
"However, I still feel that if our Football Association can be as strict as Spain, Germany, and the Netherlands, we should have won another World Cup since the beginning of the new century!"
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"Grondona is an old devil! But I don't bother to compete with him! Today's football has internal and external troubles. It is a smart choice for that little guy not to join Argentina... Could it be that he wants to play in a team that may be Field training hit by rockets?"
Maradona laughed.
The assistant next to him sighed.
Switzerland, Nyon.
UEFA headquarters.
Platini taps the screen.
"Look, look, look what a 'good thing' he did again! Is this what a 17-year-old should do?"
"Messi, at his age, only played for the first team of Barcelona!"
The UEFA officials in the room looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
"You all know why we used to flatter Leo Messi in front of the media? Because we need these focal point figures!"
"Everything we do is to promote the influence of UEFA and to strengthen the direct control of the major clubs in Europe!"
Platini's tone was tough, "In my opinion, the so-called era of absolute double arrogance is over! We want to create a new god, starting with Ye!"
"Barcelona helped me with the G14 issue back then! Then I don't mind giving them another big gift... I hope to see Ye in the Golden Globe Awards within five years!"
"He is now the focus of the whole European football topic. I want to let fans all over the world know that behind Ye is the entire UEFA!"
After the voice fell, the officials in the room stared wide-eyed.
"Is there a possibility..."
An official raised his hand tentatively, "Even without our help, he will be able to win the Golden Globe within five years or in other words, it won't take five years at all?"
Platini laughed.
"You may be right, Lawrence! Yeh is a wonderful little fellow!"
"In short, we have to clarify our position. Everything we do is for UEFA, so we have a mutually beneficial relationship with the players!"
"Before, the media always ridiculed me as Messi's'godfather'? So sorry, starting today, my godson has become younger, he is only seventeen years old this year!"
Platini blinked, with a fox-like sly expression in his eyes. .