i'm a superstar

Chapter 122 A super handsome back, Anna brand sledgehammer
At the same time as the coal ball king scored the penalty kick, there was only a bang, and the arrogant Cook also fell to the ground.

He poured very gracefully and slowly, but it was quite different from the previous referee. His posture was more beautiful, and he was a super handsome recline.

Zhang Han on the sidelines widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost hanging down.

At the scene, no one saw it, and thought it was a cloud of air that knocked Cook unconscious, but he could see clearly that it was Anna who couldn't bear it and was furious.It was a huge, millstone-sized hammer, an exaggerated hammer, and when it was hit hard from above, Cook began to fall.

This is not over yet, it can be seen how angry the owner of the hammer was, he knocked a few times in one breath, until the poor Cook was completely knocked down on the ground, it still did not give up, did not abandon, and smashed countless Come down and whip the corpse.

"Anna brand sledgehammer, one hammer hits five knives!" Zhang Han only felt that his scalp was numb, and once a woman started to rush, it would be really scary.

At this time, an even more bizarre scene took place in the auditorium.The Barcelona fans were applauding, celebrating their equalizer, and the Inter fans were also applauding, celebrating the fall of another shameless referee.

The team doctor, the team doctor was very busy today, and Cook was also carried off the field. As a result, the referee team had to change the referee again, and a line referee was forced to come to the field to enforce this bizarre game.

After Inter Milan kicked off, within a few minutes, the referee, who was in a cold sweat, finally blew the whistle for the end of halftime.

Like a criminal fleeing the scene, he hurried to the sidelines, maybe, maybe he felt that it would be safer to stay with his companions, the stadium security guards.

"Haha..." Anna's unrestrained laughter kept ringing in Zhang Han's mind, and he broke out in cold sweat.

After a simple rest, the players drank their saliva, the two sides changed the field, and the game continued.

"Attack, attack me, kick to death."

Zhang Han on the sidelines was dancing.The madman came to the stands, and he finally found another shining place, directing the game from the sidelines.

Perhaps inspired by the previous two referees, the current referee dared not do it again, and did not punish Mr. Zhang Han, who had overstepped his authority, back to the locker room, where he was agitated and jumped up and down.

Maybe, maybe it was anger, maybe it was inspired by Zhang Han Ouba, the only 9 Inter Milan players on the field, not only were not discouraged by the referee's shamelessness, but seemed to be beaten with blood, each of them was as imposing as a rainbow, desperate to die The battle launched a fierce attack on the exhausted Barcelona position.

However, without the core of Zhang Han, Inter Milan's offense was greatly reduced, and the routine became very simple. Although the attack was fierce, it was still resolved by Barcelona.

The second half of the game was a reduced version of the battle. The two sides came and went, a little chattering, but it seemed that the good luck of both sides had been used up, and both contributed outrageous shots, and no one scored.

The terrified referee looked left and right with small eyes, and nothing unusual happened, so he blew the final whistle with lingering fear.

Fans, the hearts of the fans are tense again, because the game was tied after 120 minutes and the game had to go to a brutal penalty shootout.

"I'm right! You have to attack, and only attack can suppress Barcelona." Anna Cola said with a smile.

"Blind command! It's a penalty shootout, what do you say now?"

What Zhang Han knew was that Mourinho's plan did not include overtime at all, let alone a penalty shootout. This is too bad, what should we do?Penalty shootouts have never been the strong point of Mourinho's team.

"Is this easy to handle? I'm going to search for the data now, you go talk to the assistant referee first." Anna said relaxedly.

At this time, there are no players who can stand. Everyone is so tired that they are lying on the ground. The team doctors are too busy to give them massages to relieve pressure one by one.

"Hey! Old man, what should we do? It's a penalty shootout." Zhang Han walked up to assistant coach Rodgers and shouted.

"The boss said, let you make up your mind." Rogers was decompressing the players, talking to Big Ibrahimovic, turned around, saw Zhang Han, and smiled.

"The boss sent you a text message again?" Zhang Han asked.

"No, the boss said before leaving, let the rest of the game follow your orders."

Rogers is a little uncomfortable. After all, he is an assistant coach, but Zhang Han seems to have robbed him of his job now. Although he can't see it on the surface, he still has some opinions in his heart.

"Alright, I got it."

Zhang Han said confidently, and started to get busy, chatting with his exhausted teammates one by one.

Penalty shootouts, if you want to win, sometimes you rely not on skills, but on mentality. He doesn't know anything about this, but it doesn't matter, Anna, a humanoid computer, understands it!Therefore, Zhang Han's job is to joke with each player and relieve them of stress.

Of course, the biggest weapon of the captain of Inter Milan is the team rules. If anyone fails to score a penalty, don't expect to wear underwear in the next game.

Zhang Han was joking, high-fiving each player to boost morale, and then the Inter Milan players formed a circle, shouted cheers, and then dispersed.

After he was off the field, the original captain Samuel traveled to captain duties, guessing coins with the referee, Puyol, and won the right to start.

The goal of the penalty shootout was chosen in the Inter Milan half, which is very convenient. The Inter Milan players are also tired!It takes tens of meters less to walk!
When the court formed a large semicircle and was noisy, Zhang Han also finished his work. He took a pen and paper from Rogers, quickly wrote small notes, and asked Rogers to send them one by one according to their names. players.

The referee blew the whistle, and the brutal penalty shootout began, and the audience immediately fell silent. A strong, huge pressure, invisible pressure, seemed to spread suddenly, covering everyone's heart. It all felt heavy and depressing.

It was Inter Milan who took the penalty first. In front of the goal, Valdes first moved his wrists and ankles, then moved his neck, making a clear and audible creaking sound. Finally, he yelled twice and jumped on the goal line Jump like a monkey with a broken ass.

On the side of Inter Milan, Balotelli was the first to take the penalty. Balotelli had a stinky expression on his face, holding his hands, and looked at Valdes jokingly with funny eyes.

Forced, the free throw whistle sounded, and then Bashen took a slow, walking-like approach to run.

Peng!The ball was not fast, but flew out slowly.

Valdez's movement is very beautiful, he threw out fiercely, and then fell hard on the turf.

　Let's update the two chapters together!Because there is no electricity at noon!
　　
　
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