Green Dragon

Chapter 390 So What About Five Years of Genius?

2012 8 Month 11 Day.

BJ time is 22:[-] late at night.

15:[-] London time.

The London Bowl with 8 people-Although the London Olympic Stadium is basically full, it looks a bit dull.

The vast majority of the audience are of course local fans in the UK. Over 6 Brits originally thought with joy that their Olympic team could reach the final easily with the help of the right time, place and people, so they ordered online more than two months in advance. I bought the tickets, but I didn't expect that the two teams that entered the finals would be thousands of miles away from the UK...

If it weren't for the fact that the ticket cannot be refunded in an emergency, the stadium would probably be more than half empty!

Well, since you spent more than 100 pounds, let's enjoy an exhibition game where the Brazilian team slaughtered the Chinese team...
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"drop!"

Mark Clattenburg, the famous whistler from England, blew the whistle to start the game.

TV commentators from more than 180 countries and regions started work at the same time:

"ladies and gentlemen……"

"CCTV, CCTV, audience friends..."

"The Brazilian team wants to avenge us, Smecta!"

"The great general wishes their neighbor Smecta..."

"Wang Wang Wang."

"Squeak."
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Long Shute lost to his opponent from the very beginning of the game.

He was completely deceived by Brazil captain Thiago Silva when he guessed a coin, and could only give up the kick-off.

As the whistle sounded, Brazil's midfield rushed towards the Chinese team's half like a tide, while the Chinese team's midfield was like a semi-final, retreating slowly while tying up tightly. fence.

Compared with the 442 formation in the semi-finals, Long Shute simply changed to 451 in this final. Zhang Chengdong, who has a good pass, changed to a full-back, while only Wu Lei was left on the forward line.

Neymar passed the ball back to the backcourt, and he passed in front of Long Shute without looking at it.

Long Shute didn't look at him either. The Chinese captain did not retreat to defend as in the previous game, but followed Wu Lei as an offensive central midfielder.

Silva cross-knocked his teammate, Juan returned the pass to the goalkeeper Gabriel, who then passed a diagonal pass to the left back Marcelo... The football was passed quickly between the Brazilian defense players, Wu Lei and Long No matter how fast the special speed is, it is impossible to break the football at this time.

"The guest who came to the studio today is Director Zhang Luzhang, whom everyone is familiar with..."

Of course, for such a heavyweight competition as the Olympic finals, those who are in charge of commenting cannot be those under 30 years old. Zhang Bin, the boss of CCTV Sports Channel, personally sits in charge:
"The players of the Brazilian team are generally skilled. Looking at the passes after the opening, although there seems to be no high technical content, every pass is so light, and their cooperation is like a cloud... Eh?"

He just boasted a few words, and the Brazilian team made a major mistake!
The right back Raphael... actually passed the football directly to Wu Lei! -
Raphael, who is the main player of Manchester United, can't believe himself!
He couldn't even understand why he made such a low-level mistake just now!
Captain Silva passed the ball. As long as he kicks forward casually, both Romulo and Sunderland will have a chance to receive his own pass...

However, a red figure suddenly appeared in his vision!

That figure was like a raging fire, burning his eyes with scorching pain!

Raphael saw the opponent's face clearly for the first time!
Then his pupils shrank instantly, and his brain went blank!
He only knows who the other party is...

The No. 8 player of the Chinese team!Long special!
When Long Shute stepped forward to press, a wave of unpleasant, even nightmare memories hit Raphael's mind!

It was in late May a year ago, at the Wembley Stadium, this guy led Ajax... to completely destroy the overlord of the Premier League and the top European giants that Raphael played for - Manchester United!

Rafael's feet couldn't help trembling, and the football was inexplicably kicked to Wu Lei who was close at hand!

Damn!
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Wu Lei's mind was also blank.

Looking at the football passed by Raphael, he can only think about some kindergarten questions:
who am I?
Where am I?

What am I going to do?
Why do I stand here casually, and there is an extra football under my feet?
Could it be that the domineering spirit that has been lurking in me for a long time has finally been cultivated, and the opponent's players want to worship me as soon as they see me?

Could it be... I'm actually a genius? !

He saw the surprised expression on the face of Brazilian defender Thiago Silva in his eyes, and also saw the nervous goalkeeper Gabriel not far away, but his attention was attracted by the last goal.

Come on?
Come on!

This is the ball I grabbed by myself...why can't it be used to masturbate? !
He mustered up his courage, moved the ball forward slightly, and then swung it outward 20 meters away from the goal, ready to shoot his bow and nock his arrow!

Silva turned pale with fright, he didn't even think about it, it was just a sliding shovel!
Of course he didn't shovel towards Wu Lei's feet. As one of the top defenders in the world, he would not use violence to hurt his opponent unless it was absolutely necessary.

He chose to turn himself into a moving city wall, which blocked the path of Wu Lei's shot!
As long as it is not a lob, he is confident that he can block all the opponent's shots!

"Boom!"

A huge concussion echoed in Silva's chest, and he wanted to vomit depressingly, but he didn't have time.

Silva put his hands on the turf and stopped from sliding. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the dizziness just now. His first reaction was to look for the football.

"Oh! Wu Lei's shot was blocked by Silva desperately! If it wasn't for Silva, this shot must be very threatening!"

Zhang Bin regretted and admired at the same time.

Zhang Lu smiled:
"I didn't expect... a top player like Silva would look so embarrassed in front of the Chinese team's offense..."

The football bounced back to Wu Lei's feet.

His confidence is more sufficient.

Sure enough, today is my lucky day!
Another shot... I have been able to help the Chinese team make history!
"Wu Lei! Cross pass!"

Just as he adjusted his posture and was about to dunk Silva for the second shot, he heard a roar full of breath.

His scalp went numb for an instant, and a gust of cold air ran along his spine from his tailbone to his forehead!

His brain went cold, he remembered who he was!
I'm Wu Lei, a striker from a Chinese League One club.

Without Captain Long, it would be impossible for me to appear in the Olympic Games, let alone start in the finals!

Yes, my role is not to score goals, but to disrupt Brazil's defense!
Cross?

Then cross it!
His right foot violated the initial order of the brain, from the posture of preparing to shoot abruptly to a lateral push!
The football rolled over the top of the penalty area!
Silva stretched his feet, but didn't touch anything!
It is impossible for him to touch it!
He could only half-kneel on the penalty area line, watching the fierce flames roll up the strongest storm on the big penalty area line!

"Oh!"

Flames exploded in front of the door!
There are shells roaring and flying towards the goal!
Gabriel, who was worth 50 euros, reached out in vain, but was mercilessly blown away by the strong wind rolled up by the shells!

"Shh..."

A short whistle sounded over the Olympic Stadium.

Clattenburg nodded slightly to the Chinese team, and then waved to the middle circle in the distance!

The goal is valid, 1-0!

(End of this chapter)