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Chapter 182 Premier League Years Xiangnan VS Cesc Fabregas
Xiang Nan held his head high and spread out his hands. The ball was like an obedient black and white elf, as if stuck to Xiang Nan's feet.

Puyol felt a light flickering in Xiangnan's eyes, and this feeling made him alert. This was a fighting spirit, a powerful fighting spirit.

In the past, this kind of fighting spirit flashed in the eyes of many opponents! !

How many young strikers are trying to become famous in the first battle against the captain of Barcelona, ​​but Puyol's intuition tells him that the kid in front of him who helped Chelsea kill Manchester United and win the European Champions Cup is definitely not for nothing. is a dangerous guy.

At this time, Xiang Nan lowered his right arm and made a gesture. Cassano's eyes lit up when he saw this gesture.

The toe of the right foot pushed the ball lightly, and then the left foot stepped on the ground, exerting force, and began to accelerate towards the south——
Puyol proved that he is one of the top central defenders in the world. He took a small step with his left foot. It was this small step that just blocked the angle of going south...

At this time, Xiangnan slowed down, controlled the ball, turned with his right heel, and buckled the ball to the left, then pulled back with the arch of his foot, leaned his body slightly to the right, and pushed the ball with the outer instep of his right foot. Pushing forward, the ball goes straight along Puyol's left side...

Xiang Nan's body, like a swift and fierce leopard, advanced along Puyol's right flank at high speed.

"The goal has been scored?!!!" A sense of shame burned on Puyol's cheeks, but the captain of Barcelona reacted very quickly, with a big stride, he strode across Xiang Nan's side, tightly Clinging tightly to Xiang Nan's side...

"You've been fooled!!!" Xiang Nan raised a corner of his mouth with joy.

At this time, no one noticed a red and white sneaker, suddenly hooked deftly, and then shot——
Even Casillas was helpless in the face of such a close-range shot. The ball slowly rolled into the net, causing ripples——
These ripples completely ignited the passion of the Italian fans at the Ernst Happel Stadium, and the hope of the Apennines was revived! ! !

"goooooooaaal!!! ANTO - NIO - Ca - SSA - no!!!! Fabulous goal, fantastic pass!! Italy still has a chance!! The lads still have a chance!!!!"

Tomasi's high-pitched roar hovered over the Ernst Happel Stadium, like an Apennine singer, suddenly in C major, with a muddy feeling! ! !
"Andre!! Andre!!! Andre's pass, deceiving Puyol!! Brilliant!!!"

No time to celebrate! !
Cassano rushed to the net behind Casillas, picked up the ball, held it in his arms, and after a high-five with Xiangnan, the two ran towards the middle circle.

In the scene shot of the Ernst Happel Stadium, the blue No. 18 and the blue No. 15 are swinging like the wind, just like the blue ones on the stands of the Ernst Happel Stadium. ocean! ! !

At this moment, in countless bars in the Apennine Peninsula, at home and even in the office, everyone is staring at the TV screen tightly. Will the blue No. 15 bring miracles to Italy again?

Perhaps, Italian fans do not know, it is from this moment.For Xiangnan, for the top scorer in the Italian team, the Apennines fans really started to fully accept it.And unknowingly gave great hope to this 19-year-old boy...

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"Igor, this ball is mine!!" Puyol pulled up Casillas, who was kicking the goal in frustration.

"Kars! Can't give this guy a chance!!!" Casillas took a hard look at his defensive core, and his eyes drifted to the black-haired No. 15 who was disturbed by the rain not far away! !

1:2! !
In the 88th minute of the game, Italy relied on an assist from the south, and Cassano scored a goal! !

The tense atmosphere at the Ernst Happel Stadium reached its peak at this moment, and the whole game was filled with joy. The Spanish fans began to sing harder and cheer for their team! !

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Dribbling the ball south along the left side of the penalty area, Fabregas glanced at Capdevila next to him, gestured, and forced up.

Xiangnan controlled the ball, leaned on Fabregas, suddenly turned halfway, poked his toes, and tried to pass the ball between Fabregas' legs.

Spain's No. 10 made a prediction, stretched his legs to block, the ball changed direction, and reached Capdevila's feet.

Xiangnan immediately rushed towards Capdevila and fought back on the spot.

Capdevila knocked the ball to Puyol, and Xiangnan had to retreat to the middle of the penalty area. Puyol took a step, knocked the ball horizontally with his left foot, and the ball returned to Capdevila's feet.

After Fabregas received Capdevila's pass, he did not rush to attack. After taking two steps, he faced De Rossi who was robbing him. With a lateral pass, the ball reached Capdevila's feet. Zola passes the ball to Silva.

The time for the game is running out, and Spain began to control the rhythm of the game purposefully, trying to delay the time as much as possible.

Silva made a high-speed breakthrough along the right, pulled and dunked away Grosso's long legs, and flicked the ball horizontally——
"Be careful!! Cesc Fabregas!!" In Tomasi's terrified roar——
Spain's No. 10, like an eagle spreading its wings, opened its arms, lifted its left foot, and hit the ball with a violent blow. The ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air and spun towards the upper right corner of the goal...

Buffon jumped suddenly, looking at the whirling white light, the moment it fell, the Italian goalkeeper felt pain in his fingertips, the ball was blocked by his fingertips, and it rose slightly——
"Stuck?!"

The Spanish commentator at the Ernst Happel Stadium, with a frenzied roar, told Buffon the real answer...

"goooooaaal!!! FRANCESC-FABREGAS-SOLER!!!! (Francesco-Fabregas-Soria), a great blow!! A fatal blow!! Long live Spain!! 3:1! ! We are in the Final Four!!! Hello Switzerland, here we come!!!” (Semifinals held in Switzerland)

The flamboyant red No. 10 is running on the green turf of the Ernst Happel Stadium. The rain is getting heavier. Under the floodlights, the red is so dazzling...

Xiang Nan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the hard work just now would be lost again in a moment——
'Is it really going to fail? '

The blue water of the Danube turned into raindrops, pouring down on Xiang Nan's black hair, feeling a little cold, Xiang Nan reached out and touched the rainwater on his forehead, his eyes were a little blurred...

At this time, a sign showing 3 minutes of stoppage time was raised on the side of the court! !

Italy's road to the European Cup, 3 minutes left?

Is it the finish line? …

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Buffon growled and yelled.He fished the ball out of the net and threw it into the frontcourt. The ball reached Xiang Nan's feet. Xiang Nan immediately realized that the game is not over yet, as long as the whistle of the game is not heard, there is still a chance.

The Italian fans at the Ernst Happel Stadium all stood up and sang loudly, they did not abandon their team! !

Xiang Nan placed the ball in the middle circle, while Cassano and De Rossi protested loudly around the referee——
"Referee, the Spaniard's celebration time is too long, they are deliberately delaying time!!"

"Referee, they have to make up for the delay!!" Is this De Rossi's voice? ! !
Do you want to make up for the time you procrastinate? ! !
Even De Rossi himself knew it was impossible, but the protest of the Italians prompted the referee to step forward and stop the Spaniard from continuing to celebrate wildly.

The game continues, kick off again! !

At this time, 1 minute of stoppage time has passed! !

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Donadoni stood on the sidelines of the Ernst Happel Stadium, the rain slid down the face of the head coach of the Italian national team, and he seemed to hear the damn French reporter's question again——
'Mr. Donadoni, is the salute ready? '

'Damn it! !Our game is not over yet! !The Frenchie has gone home first! !We still have a chance! ! '

Donadoni suddenly became irritable, waving his arms vigorously, signaling his players to attack desperately! !
In fact, at this moment, there is no need for the head coach to mobilize. All the Italian players are frantically pouring their fighting spirit into the Spanish penalty area! !

Football matches are like this, 5 minutes ago, Italy fell behind 0:2, some players felt like giving up! !

Now, 2 minutes before the end of the game, Italy is 1:3 behind, and the string in the mind of the Italian international is called the battle string, which is making the most vigorous battle sound! ! ! !
"Italian boys!! Don't give up!!" Tomasi didn't notice that the corners of his eyes were already wet...

The stands where the Italian fans at the Ernst Happel Stadium sang, and at this moment, every blue wave at the Ernst Happel Stadium, which is Pavarotti, can sing A song 'My Sun! '

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South received a pass from Aquilani, frantically dribbled down the left one-way lane of the Ernst Happel Stadium, and began to accelerate, in the high stands of the Ernst Happel Stadium Up, looking down, under the floodlights, in the heavy rain in Vienna, Austria, a blue lightning, a whirlwind like lightning, towards a bright red--
go ahead…

(End of this chapter)