Halftime passed in a flash, and Fly, after high-fiving his teammates, walked out of the player tunnel and onto the field.
The jeers that greeted Fly made him exceptionally pleased.
Placing both hands behind his ears, he made a "listening" gesture, which further provoked the Real Madrid fans into a furious outburst.
"Fxxk... damn it, the great Real Madrid cannot be defiled!"
"Damn American, you're only fit for playing rough American football, you're not worthy of touching the sacred game of football!"
"..."
Hearing these vile words, Fly made an "85" gesture, indicating that he had scored 85 goals.
As soon as this gesture was made, the Real Madrid fans fell silent...
Damn it, 85 goals in a single season, that's truly abnormal!
Real Madrid fans couldn't help but wonder, "Are you even human..."
Just then, Cristiano Ronaldo saw the gesture Fly made, and his face instantly darkened.
The moment he thought of this abnormal player who had already blasted in 84... oh, no, 85 goals this season.
Cristiano Ronaldo's entire mood soured.
It's worth noting that the player with the second-highest number of goals in the European top 5 leagues this season was him, and his total goals in all competitions so far amounted to only 43, just over half of Fly's total.
Such a vast disparity made even the supremely confident Cristiano Ronaldo feel a sense of despair.
He couldn't quite understand why Fly was always able to convert shots into goals; surely his shooting skills weren't stronger than his own...
Already feeling depressed because of Fly's goal count, now seeing the opponent display the "85" gesture in front of his own fans, Cristiano Ronaldo felt even more irritated.
"No way... I absolutely cannot lose this match to Fly. If I can't defeat him at Bernabeu, then how can I overshadow him?"
Cristiano Ronaldo made up his mind that the second half of the match must enter his preferred rhythm.
Only with the entire team serving him would the team have hope of winning the match...
The rest of them don't have that ability!
When the Main Referee's whistle sounded again, it signaled the official start of the second half.
The air inside Bernabéu Stadium seemed to ignite.
The roars of over eighty thousand fans were deafening, as Real Madrid supporters tried to inject power into their team with sound waves.
Meanwhile, Arsenal fans, harboring the hope of winning the match, responded with passionate songs.
Just 3 minutes into the second half, Real Madrid launched a fierce offensive.
Cristiano Ronaldo received a pass from a teammate on the wing and, like an arrow released from a bow, broke through the encirclement of two Arsenal defenders.
He then cut inside and took a direct shot, the ball flying with strong spin towards the top corner of the goal.
At this critical moment, Arsenal goalkeeper Szczęsny made a spectacular diving save, pushing the ball over the crossbar with great effort.
Real Madrid earned the first corner kick of the second half.
"Damn it... he actually saved that!"
Cristiano Ronaldo, seeing his nearly perfect shot saved by the Pole, couldn't help but swing his arms, clearly dissatisfied...
After Marcelo took the corner kick, Ramos, the "King of Headers" among the defenders, leaped high and headed the ball towards the goal.
Unfortunately, the ball grazed the post and flew wide, and Arsenal narrowly escaped.
"Sigh..."
Tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans in the stadium sighed in unison, greatly regretting the missed goal that was so close.
On the sidelines, José Mourinho anxiously waved his fists, shouting loudly at the players on the field: "Keep attacking, show them what you've got!"
His iconic'Special One' demeanor was on full display, his eyes filled with a desperate and obsessive desire for victory.
In contrast, Wenger stood with his arms crossed, a calm expression on his face, pacing in front of the coaching bench; no one could tell what the French Arsène Wenger was thinking at that moment from his facial expressions.
Soon, Arsenal launched a counterattack.
In the 52nd minute of the match, Fly received a through ball from Fabregas in the attacking third.
Facing the defense of Real Madrid center-back Pepe, he first feigned a move, deceiving the opponent's balance, then suddenly accelerated and broke past Pepe.
The Portugal 'Monk' instinctively reached out to pull, but unfortunately, he was a step too slow... he didn't even touch a corner of his shirt.
Ramos quickly came over to cover, but Fly skillfully back-heeled the ball to the surging Wilshere.
Wilshere received the ball, made a slight adjustment, and unleashed a powerful shot.
Casillas, almost on the goal line, blocked this highly threatening shot with his lower leg...
Just then, the previously unnoticed Van Persie ghosted to the edge of the six-yard box, and before Casillas could make a second save, he scored into an empty net with a delicate sliding shot.
2-1, Arsenal took the lead again!
"GOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"Number 10, Robin van Persie!!!"
"As Real Madrid pressed hard in attack, Arsenal seized the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. The Dutch forward, facing a close-range shot, would simply not miss..."
"Casillas did everything he could, but ultimately, he was powerless to stop the ball from flying into the net."
"2-1, Arsenal take the lead again!"
"Real Madrid needs to figure something out now... otherwise, this match will end prematurely. Keep in mind, it's only the 52nd minute of the match, and Fly's special moment hasn't even begun yet."
"Being a goal down at this point, I can't imagine what the score will turn into later."
When Van Persie scored Arsenal's second goal of the match, the stands where Arsenal fans were located instantly erupted, and deafening cheers burst forth from the red sea.
They waved flags, jumped, and chanted "Robin van Persie's" name.
Meanwhile, Real Madrid fans fell into a brief silence...
Immediately after, a wave of jeers surged, attempting to disrupt the Arsenal players' emotions.
On the sidelines, José Mourinho, seeing his team concede another goal, waved his arms in dissatisfaction and shouted to Marcelo on the touchline:
"Marcelo, tell Ramos and Pepe to be more aggressive, don't be so polite..."
"This is the Champions League semi-final, not the time for them to be nice guys. The team needs them now, so go for it, teach those reckless opponents a harsh lesson..."
Upon receiving José Mourinho's instructions, Marcelo nodded, then walked over to Ramos and Pepe and whispered to them.
Ramos and Pepe nodded in response, and a fierce look appeared in their eyes...
Fly saw this scene and took note of it.
"Oh no, is José Mourinho telling these two dirty players to start trying to injure people?"
For Fly, while Ramos and Pepe were formidable, their greatest deterrence was their "dirtiness."
As the kings of red cards in football history, these two, on the pitch, were more like kicking people than kicking the ball.
Now, having received José Mourinho's instructions, Fly could guess with certainty that they were going to "play dirty if they can't win."
"Bring it on... let me see the methods of the football villains. If you can injure me, I'll take your name, hehe..."
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