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Chapter 310 The Red and Black Years Alive,...our football! ! ! ! !

The game has progressed to the 27th minute of overtime, and the two sides have fallen into a state of anxiety... Due to excessive physical exertion, both sides have begun to make mistakes in passing and receiving the ball... and there are very few beautiful ones...

The Italian and French fans in the stands sang loudly with their last strength. The singing was very long, hovering in the night sky tonight, revealing a vicissitudes and a tragic atmosphere! ! ! !

"Without a doubt!! This is the most exciting game of this World Cup, no one wants any team to be eliminated...they are real men, real men..." This is what neutral TV is saying talk……

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Xiang Nan felt the smell of sweat sliding down the grooves of the mask to the corner of his mouth, salty...

The entire stadium has been immersed in complete passion. The fans on both sides are shouting the name of every player who touches the ball on both sides. Every movement, every tackle, and every step of dribbling will arouse an instant explosion...

Passion... is the only main theme! ! !

Xiang Nan felt the corners of his eyes wet. This is Andre's football! ! ! !
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Franck Ribery turned around on the spot, took a breath, and was about to pass the ball when a figure passed by him. The Frenchman lowered his head and found that the ball under his feet was gone... Looking up, the blue No. 9, long Chasing a black and white elf...

"Beautiful... Andre!!! Andre!!! You are the king of Italy!!!" Rossi roared crazily...

Xiang Nan's eyes are focused, the black and white elf rolling happily on the green grass is his soul at this time! !

'Andre 2010' stepped on the turf and made a rustling sound, and stepped on the serenade of fighting...

"An... De... Lie!!! An... De... Lie!!!" The fans in the north stand went completely crazy. The name dragged on for a long time, trembling from the depths of the soul...with a sense of sadness...

"Italy!!! Italy!!! Italy!!!!" In Milan, Turin, Rome, and Sicily... Countless men were shirtless, shaking their fists, shouting loudly... Tonight... no one sleeps in Italy...

Xiang Nan felt that his lungs were going to be dried out, he panted heavily, letting the cold air of Johannesburg moisten his throat...

Xiang Nan flicked his ankle, the ball passed to Giovinco's feet, and Xiang Nan quickly ran towards the penalty area...

Alu Diarra strode towards Giovinco without saying a word like a strong man, and on the other side, Vieira rushed towards the south...

A ferocious tackle by Diarra brought Giovinco down with a dribble and Italy won a free kick.

The free-kick was taken, pushed past Vieira to the south, jumped high and the ball was headed back, where Giuseppe Rossi stuck out like a bloodthirsty viper...

Boom! ! ! !
The entire First National Bank stadium is boiling! ! ! !

However, Loris is like a real Spider-Man, protecting his lover... He hit the ball out with a single fist... Chrissy immediately pushed the ball out of the sideline with a header...

"Loris!!! Loris!!! He's the Patron Saint of France!!! I love him!!! He's a great guy!!! The whole of France is cheering for you, well done boy...  I want to marry my daughter to him!!! I swear!!!" In the commentary booth of the First National Bank Stadium, the French commentator Pettit let out an excited roar! ! !

…In an apartment in Paris, a teenage French boy was pumping his fists with excitement, and suddenly, he stopped and looked at another middle-aged man who was equally stunned…One of them was Petit’s grandson , one is Petit's son-in-law...

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Throwing the ball from the sideline, getting the ball to the south, dribbling the ball along the sideline of the penalty area, suddenly smashing the ball, swaying from an angle, without the slightest hesitation, swung his right foot, and violently slammed into the middle of the ball...

'I count on you……! ! ! ! !Aww! ! ! ! !go in! ! ! ! '

With an exaggerated arc, the ball swooped towards the upper right corner of the goal...

Everyone stood up... opened their eyes wide... a muddy ho-ho sound came out of their mouths...

In Buenos Aires, Victor Hugo Morales strenuously half-bent from his wheelchair, waving his fists, turbid tears, following the annual rings of the years, outlined a stream... …

' Giovinco throws...Andrei dribbling...incomparable genius...whoa...he breaks...Clichy is no match for him...he is a genius...passes...he shakes Past Vieira... His God's Apostle... Shot..... Aww... I hate the goalposts... This satan... Andy... Dere... Diego is alive... Football goes on...'

Whoa whoa whoa! ! ! !
Xiang Nan went crazy, hugging his head, and let out a beast-like howl... The black mask looked like a demon king's mansion... The whole person was trembling because of the extreme roar...

Just when Lloris was powerless, the right post of the French team, like a ferocious devil, blocked the inevitable shot to the south...

There was a huge sigh over the First National Bank stadium...it was like a wall of sighs...and the fans of the French team looked at the blue number 9 under the black mask with fear ...what a terrifying sight it was...

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beep! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

At this moment, the referee Faye blew the whistle for the whole game... the end of the 120-minute game...

Italy 2:2 France! ! ! !
Before the two sides had time to rest, they were about to enter a brutal penalty shootout! ! ! !
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Xiang Nan took the bottle of mineral water handed over by the assistant coach of the Italian national team, Pesotti. He took a sip at first, and then, after a few seconds, took two gulps...

Lippi had a serious face, holding a notebook in his hand, standing among the players, arranging for the penalty kick...

Everyone has serious expressions, and occasionally there is a sound of gurgling, which is the sound of drinking water...

"Who will punish the first one?" Lippi asked.

At the last moment of the team, during the penalty shootout, the head coach will usually first ask the players for their own opinions...At this time, shooting skills are no longer important...The psychological quality of the players is what matters...

"I'll punish the first one!!!" Pirlo raised his right arm...

Everyone glanced at Pirlo, not surprised. In the 2006 World Cup, in the final against France, Pirlo took the initiative to take the first penalty...

"Coach, I'll punish the 5th one!!!" Xiang Nan put the mineral water bottle down, stood up, and said... The cold tone of the black mask made him look more aggressive...

"Okay, that's it. Andre is going to punish the first... Andre is going to punish the fifth..." Lippi nodded, and looked at the two with relief. The pressure is of course the first and the fifth player to play...

In this regard, Lippi is much happier than Donadoni. During the European Cup in 2008, the penalty shooter (one of Tony and Panucci) arranged by Donadoni was stage fright at the critical moment. Dare to take a penalty kick, so that caused it. De Rossi, who had not arranged for a penalty kick, could only volunteer to take it. De Rossi missed a penalty kick in the Champions League knockout match with Manchester United two months ago. The psychological shadow is still there. The result It is conceivable that Italy was once again shrouded in the shadow of penalty kicks...

That's why Lippi first asked the players for their own opinions. The penalty shootout is actually a test of the players' psychological quality, which has nothing to do with their skills...

"The rest... who will take the penalty?" Lippi asked, looking at his players with brown eyes.

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Soon, the list and order of penalty kicks were determined——
First goal: Pirlo;
Second goal: Giuseppe Rossi;

Third ball: Giovinco;
Fourth ball: Grosso;
Ball Five: Andre...

At this time, on the other side, the French team's penalty list and order were also handed over to the referee——
First goal: Ribery;
Second ball: Chrissy;
Third ball: Benzema;
Fourth goal: Moussa Sissoko;
Fifth ball: Aru Diarra;
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France's first free throw ---
Franck Ribery runs up, shoots, and the ball hits the upper right corner of the goal. Although Buffon judged the right direction, the ball is too fast... The ball hits the net! ! !
The camera was aimed at the sidelines, and Domenech raised his arms almost crazily! ! !
Penalty kick 1:0! !
The pressure is on Italy's side...

Pirlo stood at the penalty spot, looking towards the referee from time to time, then looked down at the ball under his feet, waiting for the moment when the whistle sounded...

French goalkeeper Lloris keeps moving in front of the goal...

The whistle sounded, Pirlo made a run-up...swinged his foot and shot to the middle...Loris was deceived, he rushed to the left...

bang...

There was a huge cheer from the Italian fans, Xiang Nan and his teammates put their shoulders on each other, everyone let out a crazy roar...

Penalty: 1:1
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"Clichy's penalty, past Buffon, now the Frenchman is ahead...God bless Italy!!! Giuseppe Rossi!!! Rossi!! He stands on the spot... He started the run-up, will he score?...goal!!! The goal is scored!! 4:4!! (Penalty kick 2:2)...Long live Italy!!!!"

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"Benzema... scored... Gianluigi's fingertips touched... unfortunately still scored... 4:5 (2:3 on penalties)...the pressure is on Giovinco..."

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"Beautiful!! Beautiful!!! 5:5!!! (3:3 on penalties!!) Giovinco is doing well!!!!"

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Rossi has stood up from the commentator and put the microphone to his mouth. Beside him, the French commentator Petit is praying...

"Goal!!!! Mu... Sa... West... So... Ko... 6:5!!! (Penalty 4:3!!)...goal!!! Our Lady visits France!!!! Petit waved his arms frantically, blowing rustling sounds into the headset microphone, very much like the chewing sound of a dinosaur...

Rossi angrily drew his arms in a circle in mid-air...

1 minutes later……

"GOAL!!! GOAL!!! Massimo..... Grosso!! He's a fighter!! A fighter!!! Well done Massimo!!! 6:6!!! (Penalty 4:4!!)”

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Four rounds have already been played. The players on both sides are surprisingly calm. Lady Luck is also fair. In the first four rounds, all eight players made penalty kicks...

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The fifth penalty shooter for the French team was Aru Diarra. Diarra stood at the penalty spot, his face turned pale. The Frenchman placed the ball at the penalty spot and pressed hard. All of a sudden, everyone saw the moment Diarra stood up, sweat dripping down...he was very nervous...

Buffon stared at Diarra with cold eyes...continuously jumping...

In the camera, the French fans at the First National Bank Stadium are all silent, with their hands folded on their chests... Some fans have closed their eyes and dare not look at it... And the Italian fans seem to have forgotten to boo... The whole stadium is eerily quiet...

Referee Faye's whistle sounded...

Aru Diarra runs up ---
step……

two steps...

Three steps...

shoot! ! !

The ball hits the middle! !

Buffon's first reaction was to jump to the right, but his second reaction was quick. Diarra may have been too nervous, and the free throw was not strong enough. Buffon blocked it with his left foot...

"Go out!!! Go out!!! Gianluigi!!! He's a hero!!!! God!!! My heart is beating in my throat...Long live Italy...Andrea! !! It's up to you!!! Italy!!!" Rossi roared excitedly into the microphone, ignoring the killing eyes of the French commentator beside him! ! !
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Slowly heading south to the penalty spot, dozens of cameras throughout the First National Bank Stadium are aimed at him, from all angles, follow him! ! !
Xiang Nan raised his head, the black mask, under the illumination of the floodlights, exuded a cold breath almost like ice diamonds... The eyes under the mask looked straight at Loris, at the gate of France, feeling a bone-chilling chill in his heart ...Loris, who had already been scored twice by Xiangnan in the game...At this moment, I even felt that the whole blood was coagulated...Muscles were sore...

Xiangnan picked up the ball, gave it a big kiss...then tapped the penalty spot with his shoe spikes, touched the green grass with his left hand...put the ball down gently! ! ! !

Looked up! ! !
On the big screen of the First National Bank Stadium, in the eyes of about 2 million fans around the world, a close-up of a man wearing a black mask appeared... No one can guess the sunny face behind the mask. What kind of expression... Xiangnan at this moment... like a god of death... The night wind in Johannesburg blew his hair into a mess, and sweat drenched his forehead...

Behind Xiangnan, the Italian players put their shoulders on each other, and everyone was praying... Not far away, the French players were also praying. Alu Diarra, who just missed a penalty kick, knelt on the turf , put his hands on his chest, devoutly doing the last prayer...

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Xiang Nan felt that his blood was about to burst from his veins at this moment... He forced himself to calm down! ! !

The corner of Xiangnan's mouth twitched...

'This is my World Cup...my World Cup...my...football! ! ! ! ! '

My heart is shaking! ! !

My love is burning! !
My life, I am football, my dream! ! ! ! !
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"Andre!!!!!! Come on!!!"

"Andre!!! It's up to you!!!"

"Andre... our country... king... ah..." In Italy, in Belgium...in the ancient country of the far east...in many corners of the world...such prayers, with trills...sorrowful The aria of ... the conversion from the depths of the soul ... the football ... the dream ... the dream ... ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !
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The whistle sounded! ! ! !
Started the run-up to the south——
step……

two steps...

Three steps...

Raise your right foot! ! !

Work hard on your calves! ! !

Violently hit the middle and lower part of the ball! ! !
The ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air! ! ! !
Wan as a white meteor! ! ! !

With passion like fire! ! !
Fly towards the upper left corner of the goal! ! !
The power of the shot is so great that on the TV screen, only a flash of white light can be seen... In the camera, it can even be seen that the ball was almost deformed when it was shot...

Can this ball be held? ! ! !
The Frenchman uttered a cry from the depths of his soul...'Fire...star...human...shot...door...ah...'

The Apennines held their breath at this moment...'An...De...Lie...'...

Like a super kangaroo, Lloris rushed towards the upper left corner of the goal... The keen kangaroo judged the right direction! ! !

But! ! !

Did he catch it? ! ! ! ! !

Ahhhhh! !! !!

No! ! !

All-powerful Andre's! ! !
All-powerful Andre's shot! ! ! !

No one can stop it! ! !

This amazing guy! !

This talented guy! ! !
We love him so much! !
Trust him! ! !
Be proud of him! ! !
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'go in……! ! ! !My... life... life... cup...! ! ! ! '

The ball smashed into the net quickly, and a meteor-like flame burned a huge cloud! ! ! !
"goooooooaaaaal... Andre... Dere...!!! 7:6 (5:4 on penalties!!!) Great Andrea!!! Great Italy!!!! Long live Italy!!! Italy Long live the king!!!Green Point Stadium, here we come!!!Italy is here, Andre is here!!!Please cheer for a boy named Andre!!!Andre!!!Ann ...De...Lie...!!!goooooal...I...Da...Li..." Rossi was completely crazy...he was completely crazy...waving his arms heartily...

The whole stadium is boiling! ! !
Italian players, like crazy children, rushed into the field...

someone is crying...

Someone is yelling...

Someone is jumping around like crazy...

In the stadium! !

Xiang Nan just stood in front of the goal with his arms raised high! ! !

Heads up to the sky...

Whoa whoa whoa! ! ! ! !

What a crazy roar! ! !
He's like a statue of steel...a black mask! ! !Cool mask! ! !Fiery chest! ! !Boiling blood! ! ! !

Great... football! ! ! ! …………… Immortal Passion! ! ! !

The statue has been pulled down! ! !

Countless people rushed over! ! ! !

Ha ha ha ha! ! !

Aww! ! ! !

Go crazy! ! ! !

crazy! ! ! !
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Boom! ! !
First National Bank Stadium, which was silent for a second... erupted! ! ! !
The applause was completely thunderous... The excitement spread quickly... spread outside the stadium... spread to the Apennine Peninsula thousands of miles away... spread to every corner of the world...

Applause... with tears! ! ! !
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The French completely collapsed...some were kneeling on the turf, some were standing...some were looking at the night sky in Johannesburg...as if they were looking for answers...silent tears wet the cheeks of these men...

Gourcuff was in a mess... Beside him, Ben Arfa, who didn't get a chance to play in this game, fell down on the turf, and next to him was Ribery, who was holding back his tears...

For the French, it's all over... maybe, a consolation third place... just... all longing for... the crowning glory... the dream of football...

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Xiang Nan finally couldn't restrain his excitement...Take off the mask...

There are tears on my face! ! !

Red and swollen eyes! ! !

Throat whimpering...

At this moment... Countless people are accompanying their idol...

cry! ! !

Tears of joy... Andrei... no tears needed! ! !
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In Buenos Aires, Victor Hugo Morales was almost stuck to the TV... Tears flowed down the rings of the years... The howling of the old man, the sound of sorrow...

"Andre... Dere...!!! His shot was like the sun's rays!!! De... Dere...!!!... Incomparable genius...Holy God! ALIVE FOOTBALL!!!...Diego! Maradona! Have mercy on me! Forgive me! Maradona created a great game!!! All universes!!!………Italy cheers... ...Argentina...Italy..."

No one knows this incoherent or even gibberish old man... But, on this planet, there are countless... people who love football... Football with life... We love you so much... Crazy for you... ...crazy for you...crying for you...

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