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In the 83rd minute of the game, Gravesen suddenly shot a long shot, but Sporting Gijon was caught off guard. Valencia was unable to make a save and the ball went into the net.

Two to five!

Real Madrid pulled a goal back.

This goal seems to have given Luxenberg some hope. Although he also knows that it is almost impossible to come back, but if the team can continue to score goals and narrow the point difference as much as possible, they will lose very little in the end.

If he loses a goal, he will look more tragic, his face will look better, and the pressure on him and the blame he will receive will be lighter.

However, just two minutes later, Luxenberg became desperate.

Sporting Gijon received a set kick in the frontcourt. When Albertini is not on the court, Modric has recently taken the direct free kick.

Facing the Real Madrid wall and Casillas, the Croatian young man fired a high-quality curve ball. The football went over the wall, passed between Casillas's hands, and hit the net.

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"Goooooooooooooooooool!"

"The ball went in -!" the Gijon commentator's voice was so excited that it even distorted. "Modric scored against Real Madrid both home and away! He sealed the victory for Sporting Gijon!!"

Rosenberg stood on the sidelines like a sculpture, with a gloomy face.

Li Ang stood on the sidelines and raised his arms to announce his victory.

He raised a palm with his left hand and a finger with his right hand, signifying the six goals his team scored today.

He was so unscrupulous, so arrogant, and slapped the century-old wealthy family hard on the face...

This game was a six-goal tragedy, a century-old giant was humiliated, and the hatred between the two sides became deeper and deeper.
Chapter completed!