Godfather of national football

Chapter 648 Battle in Italy (2)

Chapter 648 Fighting Italy ([-])

3 to 3, the top three players from the Chinese team and Italy all scored penalties, and the atmosphere was pushed to a more tense situation. Every ball after that may directly determine the fate of both sides.

Ji Ke was the fourth to play. He was under a lot of pressure and trembled a little when he walked out. After all, Ji Ke was not good at kicking penalties.

When a huge figure appeared in front of him, Buffon first thought that Ji Ke should not be good at penalty kicks, so he started interference tactics.

He pointed to the lawn in front of the goal, saying that several pieces of lawn were trampled and uneven, which would affect him.

This was already unreasonable. The referee gave Buffon a warning, but this delay was at least tens of seconds. For Ji Ke, every second was a torment in his heart.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle, Ji Ke slowly accelerated his run-up, and then shot a burst, Buffon rushed to the right ahead of time, and the ball was scored.

After scoring the goal, Ji Ke roared and tore his jersey. This moment was a release, which also shows how much pressure Ji Ke has on him.

Insigne played in Italy. When he appeared, the Chinese fans booed him hugely, because he killed Mu Fei during overtime. For Chinese fans, Insigne will always be an enemy.

Obediently shouted in the stands: "Short get out!" and kept making the thumbs down gesture, which was also done by other Chinese fans.

Insigne looked at the goal, and he knew very well that if he couldn't score, then as long as the next player Zhou Dun kicked the ball in, De Rossi would have no chance to play. In such a situation, the pressure can be imagined.

Under heavy pressure, Insigne also made a burst shot, Wang Dalei also threw in the wrong direction, and the ball went in!

After scoring the goal, Insigne acted restlessly. He ran to the stands of Chinese fans and punched provocatively.

Of course Li Guo quit, he rushed over and pointed at Insigne, "You can't do this, you can't do this."

At this time, Li Guo still didn't make a move, but the referee did. He warned Insigne, and Ventura in the stands shook his head, thinking that Insigne was too stupid, and there was no need to irritate the opponent now, after all, the game hadn't been won yet.

Amid boos and applause, the last player of the Chinese team came out——Zhou Dun.

"Zhou Dun, I love you," obediently shouted, and jumped off Fabio. In fact, there were quite a few people shouting in the stands, most of them were female fans.

Li Guo turned around. In fact, in the history of penalty shootouts, the bigger the players, the more regrets they left, such as Baggio back then and Beckham later.

So Li Guo was very afraid that Zhou Dun would miss, but he could do nothing but wait. This is the cruelty of a penalty shootout.

Mu Fei opened a bottle of drink in the locker room. He was so nervous just now. Now it's Zhou Dun's turn. He can relax a bit. After all, who is Zhou Dun?Mu Fei still understood very well that he was not from Earth at all, and he didn't know what nervousness was at all.

But just after Mu Fei took a sip, he felt as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. The drink in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, and the liquid in the bottle gurgled out, but Mu Fei was indifferent to all of this.

"Oh my god, the captain was kicked!"

After Zhou Dun kicked the penalty kick, he knelt down. Like Terry back then, Zhou Dun also slipped his supporting leg this time.

Buffon waved his fists, as if celebrating the victory in advance, as long as De Rossi scored the ball, then Italy can advance to the semi-finals.

Liu Jianhong in the commentary thought of Costa Rica in the last competition, which was also a dark horse, and was also blocked from the semi-finals by a penalty kick.

Liu Jianhong wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end. Holding his breath, De Rossi walked towards the penalty spot, and the Chinese team players ran over to welcome their captain back.

Geng Chong comforted Zhou Dun: "Captain, I don't blame you."

Fang Suo gave Geng Chong a wink. In this case, it is better not to say anything.

It was the last ball, and the Chinese players in the middle circle all knelt down to watch it, and now it was Wang Dalei's.

Li Guo was helpless, he asked Ferguson, which side do you think De Rossi will play?

The old man thought for a while, "Li Guo, with my decades of football experience, I guess De Rossi will choose the spoon."

"why?"

"intuition."

Li Guo thought about it and thought it made sense. Generally, the bigger the brand is, the more critical it is, the more common it is to take a penalty kick. Italy's Pirlo often does this.

Li Guo woke up like a dream, turned around and shouted at the bench: "Coffee spoon, get me one, hurry up."

This is nonsensical, where do you go to find a spoon for you, and finally the team doctor handed you a spoon, which is for medical use.

"Is this okay?"

"can."

Li Guo was jumping and jumping with the spoon in his hands. Wang Dalei in the distance thought that Li Guo was trying to encourage him at first glance, but when he looked carefully, he was wrong. There was something more in Li Guo's hand - a spoon.

Wang Dalei immediately understood, "This is to remind me that De Rossi is likely to use a spoon to take the penalty."

Wang Dalei didn't know how Li Guo guessed it, but Wang Dalei had no doubts about Li Guo.

De Rossi stood in front of the ball, and he stepped on the lawn vigorously to prevent Zhou Dun's tragedy from repeating itself.

The referee blew his whistle, and De Rossi started to run very fast, which seemed to be the usual violent shooting trend.

Li Guo's heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that he would hurt Wang Dalei, so the moment he touched the ball, De Rossi swung a thousand catties and kicked his ankle.

"Spoon, it's really a spoon," Li Guo roared in his heart, Wang Dalei stood in front of the door, he didn't need to use his hands at all, he just hit his head.

Ventura almost fell off the stands, "My God, the victory is gone."

The Chinese players kneeling in the middle circle seemed to have escaped from death. Zhou Dun leaned down and kissed the lawn.

Mu Fei jumped up excitedly in the locker room, hitting his head directly on the ceiling, "Damn, it hurts."

But after thinking about it, as long as the team wins, it will be worth it even if it hurts me to death.

Li Guo expressed his gratitude to Ferguson, "Thank you sir, you saved the Chinese team."

Ferguson laughed: "I guessed wildly, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Miracle, miracle, after five rounds, the two sides are still tied, we still have a chance," Liu Jianhong said.

At this time a new problem emerged, that is, who will take the next penalty kick for the Chinese team.

Li Guo gave an order, "Da Lei, you will be the next one to take the penalty."

(End of this chapter)