perfect arc

Chapter 98 Chapter 98: The Cliff

Fiske didn't need to say anything. As the leader of the Granada team, in such a critical situation, he took the lead and tried to block Pedro. Even if Pedro heard Sanchez, the little flea and other teammates Shout out to remind myself to pass the ball, but this kid has made up his mind, the ball is firmly under his feet, and he decides to shoot a cold arrow, taking the opportunity to kill the opponent.

The restricted area is extremely sensitive, and Fiske didn't want to suffer, so he simply put his hands behind his back, stood firmly, and waited for Pedro to kill him in a second.If he was a natural finisher, he would not think too much about this situation. He would definitely be able to deliver the ball within two moves. From the perspective of Pedro's style of play, he also has enough ability and reasons to complete this. offensive.

"Could this be another chance for Barcelona?"

The answer the on-site commentator wants, 'time' will naturally tell him.

A second later, the two really met face to face, and were intercepted by Fiske, causing Pedro to stop his pace. At this time, Fiske was obviously more passive, and he hardly dared to disturb the ball to avoid fouling the ball. Next day.Pedro got the momentum and didn't forgive anyone. Seeing that he was in an excellent position, he muttered something in his heart, and gave the action half a second later. . .

"Oh~~! Why didn't Pedro pass the ball~! Instead, he ran towards the baseline~~! Didn't this cause his shooting space to become narrower and narrower?"

The onlookers are clear, the on-site commentator's commentary is very reasonable. The little flea, Sanchez, and Iniesta have already prepared their positions in various strongholds in the penalty area. Teammates pass the ball, then Barcelona will have a decisive chance.

Backfired, Pedro was eager for success. In other words, he believed in his own ability very much, so he continued to keep the ball on his feet, and ran into a dead end like a blind man. But once he went in, could he still come out?
"People can go, but I will keep the ball!" Fisk saw through Pedro's careful thinking, and suddenly shouted something in his heart. If he yelled out loudly, he would definitely deter Pedro's arrogance.

The pace of the two is similar, and the steps are close to each other. After taking three big steps, they will be close to the bottom line. In a hurry, Pedro finally saw that the road ahead was bleak, and with a flash in his mind, he nimbly controlled the ball. , the right foot flicked, the body paused, and it was clear that he was in a state of changing direction in one fell swoop.

During the change of direction, the two faced each other side by side, and the ball that had been protected by Pedro between the feet was exposed. Fiske's eyes gleamed, and the target was right under his nose. He didn't come at this time Take the initiative to attack, when should we wait?
It was too late, but it was too late, Fisk exhaled softly, and immediately stretched out his right foot, trying to hook the ball under Pedro's feet, but Pedro saw the opponent's movement was very big, swung his foot, and flicked the ball away On the right, half a second after the ball left his feet, others stepped to keep up. . .

The scene turned sharply, and Fiske suddenly felt bad. After stretching out his right foot, he met Pedro who turned to the right. What made the fans of the home team beat their chests was that the leader of his team, Fiske, stopped his foot quickly. Very slow, unable to keep up with the opponent's twisting rhythm, when he wanted to stop his feet, it was too late.

"Beep~~!" The whistle sounded.

The ball rolled in the penalty area. Pedro didn't fall hard. Even if it fell hard, maybe he wouldn't care about it. The focus of his attention was the penalty that the referee was about to give.

The referee looked composed, and he told everyone that there was no suspense in the next scene--a penalty kick~!

"Penalty kick~! It's a penalty kick~! The referee's attitude was very firm, and he pointed to the penalty kick. In his eyes, Fiske was definitely fouled~! The whole Granada team was in trouble again. Bureau~!" The on-site commentator was full of anger, and his roar became more and more intense.

Coach Koboni became angry. The old man raised the veins on his brow and forehead again, and his head was smoked with anger. At this moment, he didn't want to use a machine gun to shoot Fisk to death who had violated the rule of law. What he wanted to do more was Blast the referee to pieces with a qigong cannon.

"Fart~! This is not a penalty~! Damn~!"

The old coach was still cursing. Seeing this, the fourth referee immediately stepped forward to warn: "Mr. Coach~! Please watch your words and deeds~! Otherwise, we will punish you to leave the field~!"

Even though Coach Koboni was very stubborn, after receiving the warning from the fourth referee, the old coach reluctantly swallowed his anger. He turned around, turned his back to the fourth referee, and finally cursed softly: "Eyes If you are blind, go see a doctor~! Don’t pretend to be an idiot here~!”

The coach is so angry, let alone the players of the Granada team. According to the unofficial practice, Fisk leads the way, leading the mice, Roffman and others, one by one in the referee's room. In front of him, everyone shouted:

"I didn't touch him~! Really~! He fell down by himself~~!"

"Dive~! Referee~! Did you see it~? This is a flop~!"

"Just now Fiske touched the ball first, this is not a foul at all~!"

The referee is like a goalkeeper, standing in the crowd, and the noise from all directions does not affect him at all. After the players of the Granada team have had enough noise, he said: "Can you shut up? , I will give each of you a yellow card~!"

Lose, but not lose.

Fiske led his teammates to appeal to the referee. This is what they must do. Although the referee has no intention of changing his mind, they still insist on making such actions. The team has already lost, and it is inevitable that they will not lose again. up.

"Hmph~! I really don't understand~! I have almost never seen the referee change his mind after giving a penalty kick. If this is the case, why are the players still shouting in front of the referee?"

Mr. Haas took a puff of his cigarette and was very puzzled by the current situation in the arena.

"It's a kind of momentum~! It's also the fire in my heart~!"

Kabinet, who had just withdrawn from the vortex where the team was in trouble, said at once, he believed that Mr. Haas would understand what he meant.

"Hmm~! Is it~? Well... I actually understand~!" Mr. Haas said simply.

Cabine didn't pay much attention, because the picture of the visiting team's players about to take a penalty kick caught his eye.

"Oh~! The penalty kick was taken by Barcelona's chief executioner, Little Flea, um~! He has stabilized the ball, stepped back three steps, and is ready to wait for the referee to signal~!"

The referee was very professional. Seeing that the players on both sides were ready and everything was in order, he blew his whistle.

"Beep~~!"

The whistle sounded, hitting the fans of the Granada team with fear.

The goalkeeper of the Granada team who was guarding the goal was full of vigor, straightened his arms, exhaled, and said: "Want to score a goal? Dream~!"

At this moment, the little flea had rushed two steps forward, and the goalkeeper also began to sway slightly from side to side, trying to disturb the little flea's attention. However, the little flea was so focused that he didn't even glance at the goalkeeper. All he was interested in was the ball that was placed on the penalty spot. . .

"Look at this ball...!" Although he felt nervous, the on-site commentator did not lose the rhythm of the commentary.

"Bang~~!"

The ball was sent out by the little flea, bent a low arc, and flew towards the center on the left side of the goal.

The goalkeeper failed to harass the enemy because the opponent's attention was very concentrated. Fortunately, his own concentration did not lose half of it.With a flash of his eyes, he aimed at the path of the ball, his body reacted quickly, and with a fierce leap, he blocked the ball out of the baseline with a single palm. . .

"Wow~~~! The goalkeeper of the Granada team is amazingly brave. Is he possessed by some god? The angle of the penalty shot by the little flea is very tricky, but the fans never thought that it didn't bother Gera at all. The goalkeeper of the Nada team~! First-class save~! His save pulled his team back from the cliff~!"

The on-site commentator roared fiercely.

(End of this chapter)