Green Dragon

Chapter 129 Bernabeu car god is me! (seeking first order)
"It was a false alarm, haha!"

Ramos, who was sitting in the stands, let out a long sigh of relief. He smiled and poked his teammates, "But that kid runs really fast, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, it's really fast..." Kaka also showed a smile on his face.

He thought of himself, a healthy self is as unstoppable as a strong wind, whether it is Italy or the whole of Europe, all defenders will tremble before this storm.

He saw the shadow of his peak in this little guy who was eight years younger than him, but... his combination of man and ball is much lighter than him!The dribbling posture is also much more chic and elegant!
I don’t know who this red number [-] learned from in possession of the ball. Why does it have a taste of South American street football?

Kaka frowned.

Ajax's technical coach... isn't Bergkamp?How can you teach such free-wheeling students?
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Bergkamp doesn't have time to care about whether his students' dribbling posture is good or not. He is now the same as Van Basten, and he only cares about whether Long Special's attack will end in such a hasty way.

The importance of this counterattack is very clear to each of them. If the score can be equalized, then there is still suspense in the outcome of this game...

"Long Shute... didn't give up!"

The first commentator to react turned out to be Zhang Lu, who was thousands of miles away. Through the reading glasses, his eyes seemed to emit two rays of light.

In the real-time broadcast, the red figure fell, landed, and then chased after the flying football!
The vacation just lasted less than 0.3 seconds, and his sprinting momentum was only slightly paused, and then he improved again!

Mourinho on the coach's bench put down his upturned Erlang legs, sat upright with his upper body, and his buttocks seemed to leave the seat at any time.

Van Basten was so nervous that he didn't make any movements, he just clutched his trouser pocket tightly, and it might tear at any time!
The ball bounced a little high, flew directly over Pepe's head, and fell towards the gap between him and Carvalho.

The distance between the two defenders is about five or six meters. This is a safe and dangerous distance, so Carvalho is ready to step forward to make a clearance, and Pepe also turns back to catch up.

Pepe, who chose to play for Portugal, is actually a Brazilian, but his playing is not at all like a player from the football kingdom. His personality is hot and brave. Some moves beyond professional ethics-from this perspective, he actually has a lot in common with Suarez.

Pepe's previous attack was very fierce, so when he braked and turned around, the scariest sprinter in the field had already chased him up from behind!
Do you want to foul?
This thought flashed through Pepe's mind.

I, Pepe, am proficient in all [-] martial arts... Which trick should I use to get rid of him?

Black Tiger Fist?Sweep the legs?Sticking to the mountain?Mandarin duck abduction?Hit the magic whip?Mount Tai's elbow?Or deadly scissor feet?
When the erudite monk was still struggling, he saw that his opponent was already over a body, and ordinary moves were no longer enough to stop him, so he could only grit his teeth and charge forward.

The ball hasn't landed yet!
Definitely slows down when he unloads the ball!
That is your best chance!

Pepe's mind was about to boil, but she still retained a trace of rational judgment.

So he didn't give up on himself and take a reckless shot to destroy the opponent, but instead chased after the opponent closely, waiting for the last chance.
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The football is falling.

Long Shute had to make a decision.

What should I do with this ball?

Pepe behind him was like a ferocious hungry wolf, while Carvalho in front of him was like a cunning old fox. As long as he showed a gap, they would immediately tear him to pieces with their sharp claws!
The football is falling.

It has fallen to the level of his own binoculars.

Long Shute paused involuntarily.
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The red figure finally slowed down!
Pepe's heart suddenly surged with ecstasy!
His legs exploded with unprecedented energy at this moment!
He launched the final charge towards that eye-catching figure 8!

I have caught up with you!

Where else can you escape, kid? !

The red figure became extremely close at this moment, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could grab him...

But he will never pull it off!
The white figure 8 suddenly disappeared from Pepe's vision!

His pupils didn't even have time to shrink, and he saw a white shadow rushing towards him!

"do not want!"

He heard a yell from the other party's mouth.

Damn it!
Carvalho, you are the one who don't get in my way!
A huge force hit him!

Peipei's heart felt oppressed for a while, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she fell to the ground on her back! -
Van Basten opened his mouth wide, and he finally scratched the pocket of his trousers.

Mourinho stood up abruptly from his seat.

Ramos in the stands turned pale.

Suarez, who was tens of meters away, showed a surprised smile.

The white scarves in the hands of [-] Real Madrid fans fell at the same time.

This magnificent stadium can't hear any sound at this moment!

Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

Everyone is trembling at what is happening on the court!
Long Shute... broke through Real Madrid's second and third lines of defense at the same time!

There is only Casillas in front of him! -
"This... how did he get past the defender?"

Zhang Lu, who is nearly [-] years old, asked the aspirations of all the audience.

But at this moment, no one answered his question.

With this question in mind, everyone continued to focus on the red figure.

His next move will determine whether the surmounting just now is a successful work of art, or a worthless waste of energy!
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Real Madrid goalkeeper Iker Casillas' throat felt a little dry.

Ever since Long Shute's counterattack started, his attention has remained highly concentrated without any slack, but just a second ago...he didn't see anything!

He only saw a group of red flames rushing out!

His two teammates clearly formed a double-teaming trend, but why did this guy still appear on the edge of the penalty area unscathed? !
The Real Madrid goalkeeper didn't even have the energy to pay attention to Pepe and Carvalho who were on their backs not far away. He only had this red and white No. [-] player in his eyes!

I'm the captain of the European champion, the world champion, the best goalkeeper on the planet...

come on!

Shoot me!

Even Arjen Robben's inevitable goal in the World Cup final was blocked by me, Ajax No. [-]... What can you do?
Casillas had made all the preparations. He took a step forward, expanded the defensive range, and reduced the opponent's shooting angle by a circle.

come on!

Let's shoot!

Casillas let out a provocative roar!

He wants to destroy the opponent's inner line of defense!
Long Shute glanced at him from the edge of the penalty area, as if looking at a fool.

I don't understand Spanish, what's your name? !

His left foot stepped into the penalty area, but his right foot was drawn directly behind the football!

"Oh!"

Casillas' pupils shrank instantly like a wheat awn!
He made the same choice as in the World Cup final!

Spread your hands high to seal the air area, but lower your center of gravity at the same time, and use your two long legs to block the low area!
Robben fell on my trick!

Foolproof!
"Crack!"

Cassie felt a slight pain in his leg, but he smiled instead.

See, my long legs blocked your shot!
Are you satisfied?

Why?Why are you laughing too?

Why?This grd football...why didn't it bounce off?

It's it...how did he just change direction a little bit, but still flew into the empty goal? !

That brat... he he he... scored a goal? !
The gate guarded by me, Saint Cassie!
Got stabbed by him again!

The Real Madrid captain sat down on the penalty area line!

His ass hurts!

(End of this chapter)