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Chapter 591

Chapter 591

Villarreal, Ballad Stadium.

The game on the court has gone on for 93 minutes, the stoppage time has come to the end, and the game may end at any time.

It was at this moment that the entire stadium suddenly exploded, and everyone was staring at the stadium, the penalty area, and Cazorla who was running diagonally!

A commentator let out a sharp exclamation.

"Fan! Fan! Fan!!! He swung Hargreaves away and Vidic tried to stop him with a tackle but...fearless Fan, he risked being tackled and still kept the ball Pass it on!"

"Football to the back of the box, Santiago! It's Santiago! He's running towards the touchpoint, he jumps! The Spanish midfielder jumps, no one can follow him, no one! Santiago heads the ball ..."

"He hit the ball, the ball changed direction and went towards the near corner, Van der Sar threw his arms up, can the Dutchman save United again? ... No! Van der Sar missed the ball! The ball went into the goal! "

The voices of the commentators suddenly rose at this moment, and a dozen commentators all stood up frantically and screamed.

"He did it! Santiago did it! Goal goal goal goal goal goal goal goal... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! The last moment, the last moment of the game, Santiago... Cazorla, he helped Villarreal go all the way Second goal of the game! The Yellow Submarine leads by two goals!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Santiago helped Villarreal take a firm step towards Roma! They are one step away from the Champions League final!"

"Winning the game with one goal is completely different from winning the game with two goals! It can be said that Villarreal has an absolute upper hand, and the people in the small town are full of confidence in entering Rome!"

"An assist from Fan, a goal from Santiago! At the critical moment, the meal card combination once again exploded with unstoppable power! 2:0! Villarreal, promotion is in sight!"

The love song stadium is also exploding like a burst at this moment. Crazy shouts, sharp roars, roaring songs, and ups and downs of the yellow ocean all show how excited and crazy the fans are at this moment .

"Cazorla! Cazorla!! Santiago... Cazorla!"

"We won! We won 2:0! We are not far from the Champions League final!"

"Long live! Villarreal, long live! Fan, long live! Cazorla, long live!!"

On the hustle and bustle of the court, Cazorla, who has always been introverted and steady, got up from the ground, took off his jersey like a madman, held it in his hand, and ran while waving it.His teammates followed him, surrounded him, and roared wildly with him.

Ferguson was swearing and shaking his hands to vent, Pellegrini clenched his fists and roared, and the substitute players behind him raised their arms and yelled loudly.

All the people in the small town have completely plunged into the madness of joy.

2:0, this advantage is not too big, but it is not small, which means that Villarreal completely took the lead in the two knockout rounds. They advanced to the Champions League final and created a history that truly belongs to them. Hope is great Increase!

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When the whistle sounded for the end of the game, the score of 2:0 clearly told everyone that Villarreal had won. They defeated the mighty defending champion, and they took the most solid step towards history.

The stands on all sides of the Love Song Stadium were still like a boiling ocean, with applause, cheers and screams that lasted for a long time.

The Manchester United players left the field sadly, while the home team players were celebrating, running, and celebrating this important victory with all the fans.

The substitute players had already rushed forward, laughing with his teammates, and Pellegrini was also laughing, but suddenly, he saw the one under the billboard, and clapped his hands to express his gratitude to the fans. Looking up at the figure, the smile on his face suddenly became extremely unnatural.

After thinking about it, Pellegrini still walked over.

"What are you looking for, Van?"

Pellegrini opened his mouth to ask "knowingly", he hoped to hear a different answer from the other party's mouth than he expected, but he was obviously disappointed.

"I'm looking for Luna, little Luna, that cute little girl." Fan Bizhuang held his jersey in one hand and the game ball in the other, and raised his hand, "Ha, I'm already looking for my little Luna." Na has a gift ready, a game jersey and a game ball, I think she will love this and she will cherish it for a lifetime."

The most worrying thing still happened. He still underestimated the important position of little Luna in Fan Bizhuang's heart. Pellegrini only felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand.After hesitating for a moment, Pellegrini decided to tell the other party the truth.He has concealed that news for nearly 10 minutes. He is already very selfish. If he still chooses to conceal it at this moment, he will not be able to pass the test in his heart.

"Van, I think I have something to tell you, my assistant, Reuben...Mr. Reuben, he..."

Fan Bizhuang was still looking at the stands, and the cheers and applause from the fans rushed to him, but he didn't notice it at all. His eyes flicked around, and Fan Bizhuang said without looking back, "Mr. Ruben? How could he Oh, yes, has he come back? I still have something to ask him, where did he arrange my little Luna, why I can't find it... It's really strange."

"Fan!"

Pellegrini suddenly increased his voice and his expression became more serious. Fan Bizhuang was taken aback by the sudden yell of the head coach, turned his head in doubt, and saw a heavy and serious face.

"She wasn't there! She wasn't there!"

Pellegrini yelled almost like a roar, and Fan Bizhuang was immediately stunned.

"Sir, what did you say?"

Fan Bizhuang looked at him in disbelief, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

"I mean, little Luna wasn't there. Not only little Luna, her father wasn't there either, he, they..." Pellegrini's voice was a little trembling, and he saw that Fan Bizhuang's expression was already gloomy After coming down, he had never seen Fan Bizhuang like this before, and it was extremely frightening, but he still insisted on finishing his sentence, "Didn't you ask me where Ruben went? He...he went to the hospital, little Luna With her father, at... in the hospital..."

"Doctor...hospital?"

The feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Fan Bizhuang remembered the inexplicable feeling in his heart at the beginning of the game. He had already sensed something, and his steps suddenly staggered, but he still held a faint hope and forced himself to smile. : "Sir, are you kidding me? How could little Luna be in the hospital? No, no, you must be kidding me! Isn't it?"

"This must be a joke! Tell me quickly, it's fake! It's fake!"

"This joke is not funny at all!"

Fan Bizhuang roared suddenly, and his expression became extremely ferocious. He even reached out and grabbed Pellegrini's collar, his eyes were faintly red, like a beast that preys on people.

The movement here obviously attracted the attention of other people on the field. Not only the players, but even the fans who hadn't left the field and the commentators were stunned by this change.

What did they see?

Fan Bizhuang roared angrily, staring fiercely at his mentor, his coach, and even grabbed the other's clothes tightly, what did he want to do?Is he going to beat his coach in full view?

"What happened? I seem to have seen it...Is it true? Fan, what are you doing?"

"Damn it, Fan, what do you want!"

"Let go of the coach! You can't be fooled, he is our coach, our husband! Let go of your hand!"

"What the hell happened? Why did the two people who were having a good conversation suddenly become tense? ... Never mind, go and stop Fan first! This guy is a bastard when he gets angry, stop him!"

The Villarreal players were all stunned, and rushed over with quick reactions, yelling, trying to stop this "conflict".

The fans and commentator were also stunned, staring blankly at the field, at a loss.

Even Ferguson, who hadn't left the field yet, was dumbfounded. There was something wrong with this situation. What happened?Villarreal won the game with two goals. It was obviously a moment to cheer and celebrate. Why did civil strife suddenly break out?And it's not an ordinary civil strife, Fan Bizhuang actually directly pointed the finger at the head coach, this...

Someone had already come close, Cazorla and Senna stretched out their hands to pull Fan Bizhuang, but found that they couldn't pull it at all.Fan Bizhuang's right hand was like an iron pliers, tightly gripping the head coach's clothes, and his eyes were so fierce that it made one's heart palpitate.

Pellegrini looked at his lover's red eyes, and shook his head slightly: "This is not a joke, Fan, you should know in your heart that I will not joke about such things, a car accident, a car accident..."

"No!"

In the astonished eyes of his teammates around him, Fan Bizhuang yelled in pain and ferocious expression.

"How come? How come? How come!!!"

"Why is this! Why is this!"

"You knew it a long time ago, you knew it a long time ago, didn't you! I asked you if you didn't!"

Everyone stared blankly at Fan Bizhuang who suddenly became extremely violent. Some people thought that Fan Bizhuang was terrible, but others felt something different, pain, helplessness, loss of consciousness... What is it? What's wrong?Fan, what happened? !

A look of pain flashed across Pellegrini's eyes, and he nodded numbly.

The next moment, Fan Bizhuang glared at him bitterly, and finally let go of his hand.

Then, he turned and ran towards the exit of the court.

Not far away, Ferguson originally wanted to "tick" Fan Bizhuang after the game, but when Fan Bizhuang ran towards him, his outstretched hand was pushed away by the opponent, and he staggered and almost fell. Falling to the ground, Ferguson, who wanted to get angry, turned his head but couldn't find Fan Bizhuang's figure. The kid had disappeared on the court.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, confused.

"Fan, what's the matter?"

Such a question popped up in everyone's mind.

The eyes are focused on Villarreal coach Manuel Pellegrini, and the only person who knows the answer is the Chilean coach.

But Pellegrini was holding his head at this moment, squatting on the ground slumped, no one could see his expression.

The moment that should have been cheering and joyful turned into such a situation that everyone was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)