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Chapter 86

"Riquelme takes the corner, the football is fast, the quality is good -"

"Tarragona and Villarreal players huddled together in the penalty area, Forlan jumped up, and Jose Mari... the defenders who followed them did not dare to neglect, also jumped up to fight for the top !"

"The football was rubbed! It was too chaotic in the penalty area. I don't know who touched the football. I guess I will have to watch the slow-motion replay later. The football continued to fly backwards, and someone appeared there! ... On the 23rd! It's Villarreal's number 23!"

"He's jumping! He's jumping really high...well, like jumping over the head..."

"Headed shot - from Villarreal's No. 23 Fan!"

The fans were screaming and shouting loudly, and the commentators in the commentary were also exclaiming one after another. Alsace looked nervously at the restricted area of ​​the stadium, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Can it be scored? Can this goal be scored?"

Alsace kept mumbling to himself, his tone full of expectation.Just now, he made a bet with Correa just now, if Fan Bizhuang scored the goal in the blink of an eye, it would be no less than Chi Guoguo hitting Correa in the face!
Correa's expression lost his previous calmness and confidence, but he shouted in a panic: "Number 23 jumped up! He jumped too high, higher than a football...Jumped too early, this ball He's hard to deal with! He's missing his best shot!"

Correa's words were both comforting and "cursing", cursing Fan Bizhuang for not being able to score.

Pellegrini on the sidelines clenched his fists and stared at the goal without blinking, full of expectation.

Beside him, Ruben also watched nervously, without saying a word.

On the court, Fan Bizhuang was aware of the pain at this time.

As soon as he jumped up, he realized that he seemed to be jumping too early.He wasn't good at shooting, but as for heading, he was even better at it.Seeing the football flying towards this side, he jumped up immediately, but the prediction made a mistake. When he jumped to the highest point, the football barely arrived, almost appearing near his shoulder.

The head is on the top and the football is on the bottom. How can this be the top?
If his feet were on the ground, he could still change his posture, but now he's in mid-air, so it's impossible to violate the laws of physics and use his chest to push him up in the air, right?

Fan Bizhuang has a sense of déjà vu that wants to cry but has no tears.

"MD, fight!"

Fan Bizhuang yelled in his heart. While his body was still in the air, he forcibly retracted his head, and lowered his head as much as possible, like a crow holding a stone, hitting the football with his face.

His luck was good, because he succeeded, and the moment the football flew, his face also hit the football.

Fan Bizhuang only felt a violent collision pain on his face, and the friction between the football and his cheek made him feel a pain like being burned by a fire. Then, he fell from the air and fell to the ground, and he didn't have time to observe this time As a result of the "header", he covered his face and grinned.

There was silence in the stadium.

In everyone's eyes, the football was like a cannonball that actively hit Villarreal's No. 23 player on the cheek, changed direction abruptly, and got into the net.

This is a lucky goal!
More than 1 home fans were stunned, feeling the good luck of the opponent in their hearts.

But it is a fact that the goal is scored, no matter how dissatisfied and depressed, it is scored, no matter what method or part is used by others, even if the opponent scores with the butt, it is still scored!
"Go... Go in? The ball goes in?!"

The fans were still sighing about the inconceivability of scoring goals with their faces, but Nihat had already reacted, and jumped up with his arms raised, "Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!!! Little rookie, what the fuck are you doing! If you face a goal, you can't accept it! Haha!"

After these words, the stadium also became noisy, and the few fans of the visiting team also clapped their hands and laughed.

"Goal! We're ahead!"

"It turned out that the ball was scored with the face? Although this method is a bit...but it is good to score! We will win!"

"I recognize this number 23. In the last round of the league, he was lucky to provide an assist for Kach at the last moment. This time, he was lucky to score the goal with his face! I think I like him a little bit, he A player who can bring luck to the team!"

"I think I understand why Mr. Manuel would send a rookie like him on the field...with him, our team will be lucky!...By the way, is his name Fan? Ha, I will definitely pay attention to the owner of this name in the future!"

Pellegrini shook his fist hard, with a smile on his face: "Good job, Fan!"

Ruben waved his arms repeatedly, running around excitedly.

The two coaches really didn't expect that Fan Bizhuang would be so lucky. He contributed an assist in his first appearance, and scored a goal directly as a substitute in his second appearance.

To start his career in such a way is really... perfect! ——Uh, although a lot of it is due to luck, but in any case, the assists and goals are real, and such statistics cannot be erased.

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"In... in?"

Alsace's eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief. After confirming that the football was in the net, he excitedly patted the table and jumped up: "The ball went in! It went in! It went in!! Going in!!! The goal is Villarreal's No. 23 player, a young star from ancient China, his name is... Fan!"

The commentators who were still immersed in the shock of the opponent's goal with their faces came back to their senses under Alsace's yelling. No matter what method the opponent used to score the ball, it is a goal Now, at this time, it's time for them to fulfill their work obligations, so they can't be in a daze!
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! It's incredible! The young Villarreal rookie sent the football into the net in an unbelievable way!"

"This is a..." A commentator hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "A difficult goal! 1:0, Villarreal leads!"

"I heard that this Chinese boy named Fan gave an important assist after coming off the bench in the last round of the league? He is really a good young man. Maybe many people didn't know who he was before, but after this goal , many people will remember him, remember this Chinese player named Fan!"

To some extent, the career of a commentator is no different from a media reporter. They are a group of people who follow the wind. As long as you perform well enough, they will praise you. If you perform poorly, then It will blacken you into Xiang.

Before, most of the commentators in this group of commentators were all dismissive of Fan Bizhuang, a rookie, but now that Fan Bizhuang scored a goal, all kinds of praises and praises seemed to be free of money, and they were thrown away eloquently. come out.

"It's just bad luck!" Correa snorted coldly.

He just made a bet with the wrong Alsace, firmly believing that the opponent is a piece of mud that can't support the wall and has no future. As a result, the opponent scored a goal in a blink of an eye, although the opponent's goal was very lucky. ingredients, but it still made Correa feel the pain of being severely slapped in the face.

Alsace didn't expect Fan Bizhuang to be so powerful, but anyway, he had the upper hand at the moment, and his eyes seemed to have a mocking smile: "Whether it's luck or not, at least he scored a goal! Remember, Correa, his name is Fan! FAN, not VAN!"

"You..." Correa was so angry that his mustache almost rose up, "Don't be complacent, it's just one game, I don't believe that he can have such luck in every game! In a year, still It’s long! I still believe that Asians can’t play football, this little rookie has no future, and will disappear from everyone’s sight after a year!”

Alsace ignored his provocation, and waved his hands with a smile: "I don't know what will happen in a year, but I just want to ask you, is your face swollen now?"

Is your face swollen?

Is your face swollen?
Is it swollen?

Do not?
Chi Guoguo's sarcasm lingered in his ears, Correa was so depressed that he had the urge to vomit blood, but he couldn't do anything, he could only stare at Alsace viciously, and by the way, glared at No. 23 on the field Little rookie!

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Fan Bizhuang was lying on the ground, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Yeah... didn't you go in?"

As soon as such an idea came up, bursts of cheers and shouts erupted at the scene.

Fan Bizhuang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, only to feel that the pain on his face had disappeared a lot.

Sure enough, the voices of teammates yelling had already reached the front.

"Nice job, Fan!"

"Boy Dongfang, you are such a genius! You actually thought of shooting with your face! Haha!"

"I just want to ask, is it the football that hit you in the face, or did you hit the football with your face on purpose... Uh, it's a bit of a mouthful, no matter which way it is, this shot is so stupid. Already!"

"Little rookie, your luck is really against the sky! You gave an assist in the last game and scored a goal in this game. You are amazing! Ha!"

Hosico, Fran, Mali and others rushed up, slipped and fell to the ground, and pressed Fan Bizhuang, who was still covering his face, under them, cheering loudly while doing bad things with all their strength.

The pain on Fan Bizhuang's face, who was crushed under the crowd, hadn't completely disappeared before his body was destroyed again. Painful and happy, he searched for a certain figure with his eyes.

Cazorla had a bad premonition. Seeing Fan Bizhuang's eyes looking over him, he gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made a major decision, while his teammates were still celebrating. At that time, he ran to the camera lens on the sidelines alone.

I saw him pointing at his crotch with both hands, his face was ferocious, and he was yelling.

"I'm an idiot!"

"I'm an idiot!"

"I—I'm an idiot!"

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"What does this mean?"

"Is San Diego crazy?"

A group of commentators looked at each other, each with a suspicious look on their faces.

Someone turned their attention to Alsace, and the Queen's commentator of Villarreal was also embarrassed.

He suddenly thought of the last game, which was similar to this situation. At that time, Nihat took off his pants in front of the camera, pointed at his balls and yelled "I'm an idiot", and now, Cazorla also came After such an appearance, what the hell is going on with this shit?
"Ha, tradition, this is tradition! Yes, this is our tradition!"

Alsace laughed, but his heart was full of bewilderment.

What the hell, I also want to know why these guys are blackmailing themselves. If you ask me, who should I ask?Damn it!
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　　After taking the computer to be repaired, it seems that it has not been repaired, so I can only make do with it, depressed! ! !This computer, which has played football for several years, has coded two novels. It seems that the historical mission is almost completed, alas!
　　


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