Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The camera focuses on Gabriel.

He fell heavily onto the grass.

He turned his head to look at the goal.

The ball is already in the net.

He did not get up immediately.

He just lay there.

Press your palms on the grass.

Fingertips dug deep into the grass.

Those memories from just now.

Those muddy areas.

Those tattered rag balls.

Those substitutes' benches.

Those dreams.

At this moment, they surged back like a tide.

He once thought he had finally gotten his chance.

But football can be cruel sometimes.

It gives you a chance.

It's cruel to you too.

Lin Qi walked past him.

There was no provocation.

The celebration wasn't overly extravagant.

He just clenched his fist.

Then he turned and rushed towards his teammates.

Gabriel slowly got up.

He bent down and picked up the ball from the net.

His eyes looked somewhat vacant.

This kick wasn't a matter of strength defeating him.

It wasn't the angle that defeated him.

It is about calmness.

It is a judgment.

It's the kind of thing that makes goalkeepers feel the most uncomfortable...

You thought you had grasped his thoughts.

But he had already seen through your fear.

He Wei's voice is still burning:

"Two to zero!"

"One less person to fight!"

"AC Milan is now on the brink of elimination!"

"And Lin Qi!"

"From scoring a header, to dribbling past several players to draw a penalty and receive a red card, and then converting the penalty himself!"

"He did it almost like a man."

"They completely rewrote the fate of the entire match!"

"Night at San Siro".

"I'm witnessing a crazy story!"

……

China's live broadcast room.

The moment the score became 0-2.

The bullet comments have completely changed to a different style.

[It's alive! It's alive! My single status is alive!]

[I bet on 2-0! Please stop! I beg you!]

[Guys, my hands are shaking! 2-0 Sampdoria, does anyone know? Does anyone know?!]

My friend said I was crazy when I bet on the game, but now I want to ask him, who's crazy?

Soon, another group of people also began to celebrate.

[2.5 is really going to be a hit! One more! One more and I'll take off!]

[Lin Qi, don't stop! A hat-trick, please! Milan are down to ten men, but I feel like they can still score!]

If the over/under bet wins today, I'll immediately set up a longevity tablet for Lin Qili and offer him incense!

[I almost got scammed by the bookmaker! The odds kept changing before the match, and I almost switched my bet to Milan! Luckily, I stuck to my conviction! This bet won!]

[Thank you Lin Qi! Thank you, Lin's father! Thank you Sampdoria! Could Sampdoria become a regular investment option in the future?!]

Wake up, bro! Investing in anything will only lead to disaster!

[Never mind, let's have fun tonight!]

Some fans also started their analysis from the penalty kick itself.

[That penalty was so confident! He showed absolutely no nervousness! Is he really only 18?!]

His run-up was so slow it was like he was taking a stroll; it felt like he already knew which way the goalkeeper would dive, and he barely exerted any force, just a gentle push!

[His mental fortitude is terrifying! Most young visiting teams would be trembling with fear taking a penalty at the San Siro! But Lin Qi looks like he's kicking an empty net in training!]

Some people began to sympathize with Gabriel.

[The substitute goalkeeper is having a really tough time! He finally gets a chance to come on, and the first thing he does is get slapped by Lin Qi's penalty kick!]

Facing this kind of pressure right after stepping onto the field, it was truly unbearable! That time he lunged in the wrong direction, it broke my heart to watch!

[This is a huge blow to the goalkeepers! Donnarumma cried, and the substitute goalkeeper is about to become depressed! Milan's entire defense is suffering from psychological trauma tonight!]

And on the sidelines.

Sampdoria's bench has gone completely mad.

He's truly gone mad.

The moment the penalty kick went into the net.

The entire bench looked like it had been set on fire.

Almost everyone jumped up at the same time.

Someone threw a towel into the air.

Someone was hugging and shaking their teammate wildly.

Someone rushed to the edge of the technical area and vented their anger by punching and yelling at the away team's stands.

Sampdoria's substitute veteran goalkeeper, Puigoni, jumped up from his seat.

As a result, he slipped and almost fell off.

The team doctor next to him helped him up.

He was still shouting:

"Two to zero!"

"We're 2-0 at San Siro!"

He was used as a target by Lin Qi to practice shooting on the training field, and he suffered a lot.

But at that moment, he felt that all of that was worthwhile, and that he was also part of the team.

He was extremely honored to be a stepping stone on Lin Qi's path to growth!

The team doctor didn't care about his image at this point.

Holding up a water bottle, he shouted along:

"Two to zero!"

"Two to zero!!"

Several substitute players huddled together.

It's like we just won the final.

"We're ahead of AC Milan!"

"We've taken on one more person!"

"Is this for real?"

Don't ask!

"Ask and it's all a dream!"

Some people even rushed to the teaching assistant and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

Pinch me!

The teaching assistant actually pinched him.

The man grimaced in pain.

Then it got even crazier:

"It's not a dream!"

"It really isn't a dream!!"

The entire Sampdoria bench resembled a blue-white volcano that had suddenly erupted.

Just a few minutes ago, they were still worried about AC Milan's crazy second-half comeback.

But now.

Lin Qi orchestrated a red card penalty kick in one fell swoop.

He then personally punished the student by making him enter the penalty area.

Two to zero.

Eleven against ten.

Away game.

San Siro.

Who would have dared to imagine such a scenario before the game?

It's not happiness.

Happiness came too suddenly, knocking people senseless.

On the field.

Lin Qi and his teammates finished celebrating.

B-Fei rushed over immediately and grabbed his neck.

"That penalty kick you just took."

"That's so pretentious!"

Muriel immediately interjected:

"I'm not pretending."

"That's called art."

Then he thought about it for a moment and added:

"No, that's called humiliation."

Torreira's face turned bright red.

He couldn't stop laughing.

Skriniar stared at Lin Qi as if he were a monster.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"Those dribbling skills just now..."

"I've never seen it in training."

Lin Qi simply smiled.

There was no explanation.

He stepped out of the crowd.

He slowly walked towards the sidelines.

Giampaolo was still standing there.

His face wore an expression so complex it was hard to describe.

Shock.

ecstasy.

unbelievable.

And a little bit... the dazed feeling after being hit by a windfall.

Lin Qi walked up to him.

Raise your hand.

I just wanted to give the head coach a high five to celebrate.

Available in the next second.

Giannis didn't clap at all.

He stepped forward directly.

He grabbed Lin Qi and hugged him tightly!

The strength was so great that even Lin Qi was taken aback.

"marvelous!"

"Lin Qi!"

"marvelous!!"

Giampaolo held him tightly.

His voice was trembling.

"You are a hero!"

"You are truly a hero!"

"Our great hero!"

He was genuinely excited.

It wasn't coaching-style encouragement.

It was a kind of ecstatic joy that welled up from the depths of one's chest.

Milan had almost turned the tide in this game.

He even considered whether to defend the draw to the death.

But Lin Qi was alone.

They managed to turn the game around.

They even steered the tide in a direction that no one dared to imagine.

This was no ordinary goal.

This was the moment that changed the team's fate.

……