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Chapter 172 The Years of the Premier League: A Star-studded Stage ([-])
Corner kick! !

After Pirlo's short run-up, his right foot made eager contact with the ball, and the ball flew towards the penalty area with an exaggerated arc.

It was a high and floating pass, the ball was at such an uncomfortable height in front of the goal that anyone who touched the ball would have their head rubbed into the goal...

Romanian goalkeeper Lobant did not hesitate at all, and chose to hit the ball out of his danger zone with a single punch.

The ball veered like a squash ball and flew towards the edge of the penalty area, where there was an open--
"Danger!!!"

At this moment, Contra's defensive sense got a big burst of RP, and the Getafe players flew towards the ball like a vulture with spread wings...

On the other side, Chivu also quickly started running towards the ball, and he smelled danger.

A blue shadow confirmed the judgment of the Romanian captain! !

Going south like a jet fighter flying straight into the blue sky on the runway, the blue air flow flew towards the ball, like a dancer, raised his right foot, deftly unloaded the ball, controlled the ball under his feet, and then a With an overbearing shoulder, he squeezed Contra who came up to press him away, and then, with a coherent turn, the ball went from his right foot to his left foot in the south. right leg...

The ball landed on Xiangnan's most comfortable right foot at the right time. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his right foot and exerted force on his calf. Like the most beautiful swing in golf, the instep hit the middle and lower part of the ball violently, and the ball was released. There was a violent sound of breaking through the air, with an exaggerated arc, passing through the dense crowd in the penalty area, and flying towards the goal...

The goalkeeper of the Romanian team, Lobant, is like a loyal guardian. There is no doubt that this excellent goalkeeper has responded immediately, but he overlooked one point——
Yes! !
That's right! ! !

Even Spider-Man is powerless against a shot from outer space that could bring down the galaxy! ! ! ! !
Like a beautiful elf, with flying wings, the ball passed Lobant's hands, whizzed into the net, and made a snow-white wave...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The Rötzgrund Stadium was completely stunned by the silver light that could shoot down the night sky over Zurich. After a short amazement, there were crazy applause and roars! ! !

On the vast Leeds Grund field,

dark night sky,
shining lights,
blue ocean,
flowing black hair,
open arms,
The back view of the big number 15 flying in the highest hall of Europa...

Zhang Yang's loud roar was howling in the sky above the Leeds Grund Stadium! ! ! !
Xiang Nan ran like crazy, tearing his jersey violently, he was moved by his goal! !
Yes, that's it! ! !
No one will not be impressed by such a goal! !
"ggggggggooooooooaaaaa-l, AND——REA!!! It's so fucking great, great goal!!! There is no better goal than this!!! goooaaal!!!!!!" Tomasi was completely lost Oh, this Italian old man, this old man from Turin, was completely forgetful, he didn't even notice that his voice was hoarse, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist...

There was a tsunami, a huge tsunami, in the sea of ​​the South Stand of the Rötzgrund Stadium——
The Italian fans stood up, applauded and cheered——
That big black-haired boy deserves the treat! ! !
He ran southward to the south stand of the Leeds Grund Stadium, made a bow and shot at the sun, and what responded to him was even louder cheers...

Countless fluorescent lights shone on the slightly messy black hair, making this big boy look like the god of war in the temple of Athens——
At this moment, it is believed, a dark-haired Oriental of Ares, the god of war...

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The captain of the Romanian team, Chivu, took a deep look at the kid who was celebrating wildly, with incredible eyes in his eyes...

"This kid is even stronger than half a year ago..."

Romania's head coach Piturka waved his arms in frustration. What can he say about this conceded goal?
Could it be complaining that Lobant is not possessed by the Guardian God of War? ! ! !
The head coach of Romania, Mr. Piturka, glanced not far away, and the head coach of the Italian national team, Donadoni, who was celebrating wildly, snorted at the corner of his mouth——
'A lucky guy! ! ! '

Taking advantage of the dead ball, Romania's coach Piturka yelled at Contra, who was still in a daze on the court.

Now, Romania must press the offense, and Contra's assist ability needs to be brought into play.

The referee Tom Henin from Norway, in the protest of the Romanian players, had to step forward to stop the crazy celebration of the Italian players, and the game continued.

At this time, on the big screen at the Roedsgrund Stadium, it was faithfully recorded:

Min-27, goal-and-re-a! ! !

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After leading the Italian team, their morale was boosted and they continued to put pressure on Romania's penalty area.

Xiangnan and Del Piero made a wall-hitting cooperation. After Xiangnan got the ball, he faced Chivu who came up to press him. Xiangnan did not choose to continue to break through. The green turf of the German stadium has reached De Rossi's feet.

Under the white lights of the Roedsgrund Stadium, on the green turf, black and white balls are jumping happily...

De Rossi controlled the ball and took a look at the frontcourt. Cordelia and Larter were beside Cassano, and beside Xiangnan, Chivu was also eyeing. Back to Piero's feet.

The zebra prince moved forward with the ball. Facing the defensive player, he snapped and dunked neatly, passed Ledoy, strode forward for a certain distance, and passed the ball to Xiangnan who came up to ask for the ball.

Glancing south to the penalty area, he advanced along the right road at high speed. This sudden change of position made Romania's defense feel a little uncomfortable.

South of the Rötzgrund, like a knight, heads held high, spears raised...

Patras glanced at the proud boy, without the slightest hesitation, this strong Romanian man bravely rushed forward.

Facing Patras, who was on the attack, Xiangnan raised his right foot, leaned forward, and the ball changed back and forth between his feet.

Patras didn't make a move hastily, but retreated slowly. He was looking for the best time to make a move. He knew the skills of the opponent in front of him.

Xiang Nan suddenly raised his right foot, then quickly lowered it, the tip of his toe touched the ball, and pulled it lightly...

However, the experienced Patras obviously had a certain amount of pre-study on the technical moves towards the south. With a clean tackle, he broke the ball, then fell to the ground, and stabbed the ball to Cordelia on the right wing...

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Chance for the Swiss team to fight back! ! !
After Cordelia got the ball, without the slightest hesitation, he grounded the ball and the ball reached Ledoy's feet. Romania's No. 6 quickly dribbled the ball along the left side at high speed.

Ledoy dribbled skillfully, looked up and looked ahead, looking for opportunities to pass the ball. At this time, Zambrotta's tackle also arrived...

Ledoy fell to the ground exaggeratedly, rolling around with his ankles in his arms...

The Romanian players immediately rushed to Zambrotta's side, and Perotta, who was beside Zambrotta, also ran over quickly, and the two sides were in chaos.

Contra grabbed Zambrotta's neck, "SHIT!! Did you fucking mean it?"

Perotta on the side pushed Contra away, and a wall was erected between Zambrotta and the Romanian players.

At this time, midfielders such as Xiang Nan and De Rossi also came.

"Calm down, calm down!!!" Donadoni's voice roared from the sidelines.

"Calm down, Italian boys, we are leading now, and there is still a French game to play." Tomasi also yelled anxiously.

The referee Tom Heinen from Norway rushed to the scene of the incident quickly. Due to the relatively far position, Heinin discussed with the line referee for a while and came to the field. First, he showed a yellow card to Zambrotta and Contra respectively. , then—
The referee Tom Henin from Norway showed the yellow card to Perotta again! ! !
"Damn!! Has this Norwegian's brain been kicked by a mule? He actually showed Perotta a yellow card!! God, are his eyes blind?" Justin's angry growl sounded in Le Hovering over the Zgrund Stadium.

Perotta had already received a yellow card before, so it's no wonder Justin cursed angrily.

Donadoni, who was on the coach's bench, also jumped up and rushed to the fourth official, "I want to protest, this is an unfair penalty, God sees it, Perotta is protecting his teammates , he stopped the conflict logically and that damned Norwegian sent him off!!!”

"Mr. Donadoni, please pay attention to your words. If you do this again, I don't mind giving you a red card!!" The fourth official glanced coldly at the head coach of the Italian national team in front of him.

The assistant coach hurriedly pulled Donadoni away in a rage. He had no doubt that the fourth official, who looked like a cold FBI agent, would step out of RED-COLOUR without hesitation! !
At this time, the big screen at the Roedsgrund Stadium was also playing repeatedly. Just now, what happened in the stadium? …

(End of this chapter)