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Chapter 318 The Red and Black Years: The Great Goal of Bruce Lee's Soul Possession! !

From the North Stand of Green Point Stadium, the desperate sighs from the depths of the soul erected a wall of sighs...

The ball began to fall, and everyone judged that Xiang Nan would not be able to catch the ball... Miranda turned sideways and passed the ball, and Cesar was ready to grab the ball...

The referee Michel from Slovakia has already put the whistle in his mouth. As long as the Brazilian goalkeeper hugs the ball, the whistle will sound at the end of the game... The winner of the 2010 World Cup in South Africa is about to emerge...

Brazil 3:2 Italy! ! !
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Boom! !

In the winter night sky of Cape Town, it sounded like a thunderclap out of thin air! !

Crazy cheers made the earth tremble! ! ! !

Yes, trembling! ! ! !
"What did we see?!! goooooooooaaaaal!!! Andre!!! Andre!!! Andre!!! A...N...D...R...E...A... g...o...a...l...!!!!!! God!!! What did I see? A Bruce Lee style goal!!! A great goal!! A great player, at This moment is possessed by his Bruce Lee soul with the same blood!!! I feel the earth trembling!!! My soul is breathing!!! 3:3!!!! Da da da!!! Andre is shooting, every bullet, into the heart of the Brazilian...he is so outstanding...football...oh god..." The live commentator Phillips is completely hysterical...he just Roaring, roaring crazily... let out the instinctive roar of human beings...

"I... Da... Lee... A... N... D... R... E... A... g... o... a... l...!!!!"

"I... Da... Lee... A... N... D... R... E... A... g... o... a... l...!!!!"

Neat mad cheers, filling Green Point Stadium... if, God tell you, someone can call you completely crazy, crazy yelling for no reason...

Remember, then, that this man's name——
Andre! !

The name of a Chinese-Italian soccer player...

Chinese name--
southward! ! ! !
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On the big screen of the Green Point Stadium, what happened just now was played repeatedly?
At this time, the referee Michel from Slovakia also blew the whistle for the end of the 90-minute game...but everyone was crazy...

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Raindrops were dripping on Xiangnan's cheeks, his hair was disheveled and he looked embarrassed...

Cesar is ready to catch the ball...

Wall of Sighs! ! !

At this moment, everyone held their breath... Crazy flashes illuminated the night like day...

Xiang Nan let out a low growl, exhausting his last bit of strength...

Bruce Lee has a soul! ! ! !

The right foot kicks the ground suddenly! ! !

The whole body soars into the air...

Flyers on the football field! ! !
The straight black-haired man in mid-air looks like the barrel of a cannon! ! !
The left foot kicked out suddenly! !
He slammed it hard on the ball that was still rolling in the air! !
next moment! !

The shells roared out from the barrel of the cannon! !
In Cesar's completely terrified and desperate eyes...

whistling...

straight……

Fly towards the goal...

Miranda chased back desperately, he wanted to get the ball back from the goal! !Camera footage can capture the Brazilian centre-half's desperate roars and heaving chest gasps...  

This is impossible! ! !

In the crowd of fans, amidst the crazy or excited or desperate roars of the 5 million fans around the world——
Black and white cannonballs! ! !

furiously---
Smash into the nest! !
A snow-white spray... ignites all passions! !

With a bang, Xiang Nan hit the turf hard, splashing a large amount of water! ! !

The force was so heavy that when Xiang Nan hit the ground, his head hit the turf and he felt dizzy for a short time...

The black eyeballs opened in confusion, looking at the black night sky...

Then, wild cheers! !
Xiang Nan felt that the ground where he was lying was shaking violently! !

He feels it! !

Countless figures rushed over, pressing on Xiangnan's body...

"Andre!!! Andre!!! Got in!! Haha!!! Got in!! Well done!!!!"

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'Entered? ! ! ! 'In Xiangnan's eyes, there is a hot light...

Covered in mud and water, Xiang Nan tried to get up, feeling a severe headache, and then the mud and water on someone's jersey gradually entered Xiang Nan's eyes... Then there was a howling like a beast...

'Get all fucking up, want to crush me to death...my head! ! ! ! '

"Team doctor!!! Team doctor!!! Mr. Castellazzi!!!" The panicked Italian football stars began to get up from the poor guy they had ravaged, and began to call...

"I'm behind you!!" A middle-aged man's voice sounded... with anger...

Castellazzi was the first to react from Xiangnan's crazy goal. The Italian widened his eyes, made a sign of the cross on his chest, and rushed over with an ambulance kit... ...Then, Castellachi yelled desperately, helplessly, the Italian players, who were completely excited, did not hear the call of the Italian team doctor behind them at all...

Until Xiang Nan was almost crushed to death and made that roar...

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""Italia...Da...Li...A...N...D...R...E...A...g...o...a...l...! ! ! !This is Andre's 12th goal in this cup! !He is only one step away from Fontaine's record of 13 goals in a single session... This incomparable guy has scored 12 wonderful goals, and at least half of these 12 goals , will be in the museum of the world cup forever...he is so talented...he is so never give up...he is a real man! ! ! ! "The narrator Phillips has relieved from the complete excitement, but his voice, which is comparable to Pavarotti, is still ringing, and Phillips does not hesitate to give any words of praise...

In fact, at this time, Mr. Phillips was already complaining that his vocabulary was so poor! ! !
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Dunga was completely eclipsed, he was holding his head in a slumped manner, his eyes full of incredible expressions... In fact, the entire bench of the Brazilian team was already standing up just now, waiting for Cesar to hug the ball and the whistle sound Waiting for the moment when the champion comes, waiting for the moment to make history! ! !

It can be said that all Brazilian players have experienced from great joy to instant despair in an instant...

Even though it was only a draw, it was the despair that victory was gradually drifting away from him! ! !
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There were thunderous cheers on the Italian bench... The camera lens even captured a tear in the corner of the Italian coach's eye... However, in Lippi's autobiography, the 'Silver Fox', who has always shown himself as a rock, insisted that It's winter rain in Cape Town! ! !
The madness of the Green Point Stadium has not diminished in the slightest. In fact, since Xiang Nan scored the goal of "Bruce Lee's soul possessed", the cheers of the entire North Stand, centered, spread rapidly ---
The waters of the Mediterranean Sea are boiling! ! !
The entire planet, with at least 2 million fans, felt complete madness at this moment... Live football! !

This is the biggest charm of that black and white elf! !
At this moment, everyone is calling a person's name——
'Andre! ! ! ! '

Someone loves him! !
Someone hates him! ! !

People who love him, are crazy about him...

Those who hate him hate it so much...

However, no one does not fall for him! ! !
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On the electronic signal board of the Green Point Stadium——
Italy 3:3 Brazil, 94 minutes, Andre (2 goals)! !
The game will enter 30 minutes of overtime! ! !

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"Andre, how much is it?" Castraki shook his two fingers... in front of Xiang Nan...

"3..." A weak voice...

"Andre... Look again, are you sure it's 3, not something else, 5 or 2?"

"Yes... 2" Xiang Nan smiled, he decided not to tease the panicked Professor Castellagi anymore...

Castella was so angry... The old man wanted to get angry, but looking at the muddy Xiangnan, the chief Italian team doctor... the words that came to his lips turned into——
'Would you like some mineral water? '

"Of course, why not? You know, although it's raining in winter... But, I'm not full..." Xiang Nan smiled slyly...

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Not far away, Dunga heard Xiang Nan's laughter, and he looked over, "That's really a crazy guy..."

No one doubts that Dunga's resentment at the moment, if the national team can also be transferred, it is estimated that the Brazilians will unite the whole country and gather enough 1 million euros to get this guy who is driving them crazy...

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"Claudio, you'll be on the court soon...be careful to keep an eye on Kaka...don't let him start comfortably..." Lippi's brown eyes stared at Marchisio.

"Good coach!!!" Marchisio couldn't hide his inner excitement and desire...

... Extra time begins... Italy's second substitution, Camoranesi who can't run is replaced, and Marchisio comes off the bench...

The Brazilian team started to use their last substitution in the game. Robinho came off the bench to replace Alves...

The horn of the final battle... the sound of sorrow...

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