i'm a superstar

Chapter 18 Referee!I really hit the ball first!
The scene at the Gran Lino Stadium was full of noise and the atmosphere was hot, and it was even more exciting under the bright sunshine in the afternoon.

Regina fans sang high-pitched songs, stood up from their seats, waved the club mascot in their hands, and hung a crimson whirlwind.

At this point, they seemed to have seen the team win.

They beat the defending champions, the pride of southern Italy, the pride of Calabria.

"Our Inter Milan is still fighting the beast, cheer for our warriors! They are heroes, our heroes, unyielding fighters."

At the scene, I remembered the fiery voice of the commentator, as if he was reciting the great Homer epic, the glory of Italy.

"Come on for our fighters! They are about to beat the champions, beat the mighty Inter Milan, we are the champions."

The old man was so excited that he roared hysterically, igniting the atmosphere of the scene again, and the scene responded with a loud noise like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

But at this time, the die-hard Nerazzurri loyalists of the South Stand, who had come to the away game through untold hardships, did not show any weakness, and burst into strong shouts.

Although there were only less than 5000 people, the enthusiasm was ignited, and the sound of the two places was mixed and surrounded, which was deafening.

This is their pride, they are Inter Milan, they are the hegemony of Serie A, they are fans of madmen, there is no surrender in their dictionary, and they will never give up.

"You know, to score a goal... I gave my life - my life... I knew until the end of my life... There was going to be a never-ending game... I had a dream... There was a The choir marched in unison towards the dream...in the north!...90 minutes for the goal...the Nerazzurri..."

The melodious Nerazzurri song sounded at the scene, they did not give up, they were still cheering for the Inter Milan fighters on the scene, hoping for the birth of a miracle at the last moment.

Pong!
In the first minute of extra time, under the relentless encouragement of the Blues fans, the Nerazzurri fighters rushed towards Reggina half-time. Ibrahimovic made a backheel pass, and Balotelli succeeded in countering offside and entered the penalty area.

Balotelli was not greedy, he stepped on his bicycle seven or eight times in one breath, shaking the people in the restricted area of ​​Reggina to their backs, in a mess, and knocked the ball horizontally to Zhang Han in the restricted area.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Han shot furiously, and it was a heavy cannonball.

The ball flashed out, flew into the stands, and hit high.

"Fucking smelly feet!"

Zhang Han stomped his feet and waved his arms, his face was full of anger and regret, his shooting skills were really terrible.

Just 1 minute later, he ran all over the field without hesitation, and finally succeeded in stealing the ball again. He then knocked the ball back to Ibrahimovic, who changed to play the midfielder.

Ibrahimovic did not stick the ball, and passed it back to the Argentine midfielder Cambiasso.

But at this time, the wind suddenly came from behind, it was too late to say it, it was too late, and when Zhang Han reacted, he was overturned to the ground by a fierce tackle.

In the TV sparks, before the referee blows his whistle, he immediately bounced off the ground and galloped forward.

As if Cambiasso had expected it a long time ago, a through pass 30 meters away, the ball crossed Reggina's entire defense line like lightning, and was transferred to the front of the penalty area.

This time, it was Zhang Han who succeeded in anti-offside. Since the gap between the central defender and the full-back passed through the gap, there was already an open space.

ah!The pass was a bit too big, Cambiasso had amazing feet, the ball was extremely fast, and went straight to the opponent's penalty area.

ah!The goalkeeper strikes, the goalkeeper saves the ball.

No, the two of them collided violently, fell out together, and fell heavily on the turf.

force! ! !
The atmosphere was extremely tense, when the referee blew his whistle to stop the game, and pointed to the penalty spot with one finger.

Yes, it was a penalty and the goalkeeper fouled.

When the referee stepped into the vicinity of the penalty area, he was shocked when he saw the thug getting up from the ground with blood on his face.

But at this moment, student Zhang Han didn't notice it at all, his face was dripping with blood, and he couldn't stop bleeding from his forehead, looking very scary.

"Are you all right, boy!"

The referee looked at the giant and said, immediately gestured to the team doctor.

It was only when the team doctor rushed into the field and bandaged himself that Zhang Han realized that a big hole had been cracked on his head under the severe impact.

"Referee, I was the one who touched the ball first, he, he fouled! Penalty! It's a penalty!"

At this moment, he was still arguing with the referee, gesticulating in dissatisfaction.

"Young man! Are you all right!"

Regina's goalkeeper was nearby, looking at Zhang Han with an apologetic face and asking.

"It's okay! What can I do? Referee, he really fouled! I was the one who touched the ball first!" The game was over, how could it be so easy to lose!Zhang Han chattered.

"Tough guy! Awesome! Even thinking about scoring goals after being injured like this!"

The goalkeeper said with great admiration, gave a thumbs up, and there was a bit of a dumbfounding smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you really okay? Let's make a substitution quickly!" The team doctor looked at and shook his head, waving from a distance to signal the impatient Mourinho on the sidelines to make a substitution.

"No need to change, I'm fine!"

A white bandage was tied on Zhang Han's head, he said indifferently, and a carp jumped up from the ground.

The players who watched at the scene were quite admirable, secretly sighed that he was indeed a tough guy, the hit just now should have been really hard, and a huge hole was split in the head, but the guy still looked like a vigorous man, and he didn't look like he deserved a beating.

force!
After treating the wound, the referee finally blew the whistle in Zhang Han's longing eyes, and pointed to the penalty spot again.

A penalty!Zhang Han was overjoyed.

GOAL! ! !

Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who took the penalty kick, took it overnight and hit the absolute dead corner. On the top left of the goal, goalkeeper Reggina guessed the right direction, but the ball was too fast to catch, and the ball sank into the net.

With Zhang Han's unremitting efforts, the score finally equalized, and the players of Inter Milan immediately boosted their morale, but they did not forget to celebrate, because...

Because at this time, I saw a guy with a big gauze on his head, picked up the ball from the goal in an uncoordinated way, and ran towards the middle circle.

"The stadium thugs! The stadium thugs!"

The fans on the scene who were cheering desperately and the substitute players who hugged and celebrated together saw this guy's actions, and suddenly stopped shouting, yelling this name frantically.

Big Ibrahimovic, who wanted to celebrate, also cried and shook his head. The Inter Milan players all laughed and ran to the middle circle, thinking in their hearts: This kid is not satisfied!It's not just about equalizing, but about winning.

At the same time, Mourinho and the assistant coach, who saw Zhang Han's strange behavior, stood on the sidelines and applauded.

And in China, thousands of miles away, in front of Zhang's TV.

"Good boy, well done, you are my son Zhang Qianjin, tough enough!"

Father Zhang proudly downed his beer, shouted happily, and slapped the table.

"What's the matter? They're all injured, and the coach has to replace them quickly."

Mother Zhang said with a heartbroken face.

"The goalkeeper is also true. He can't hit there, but he hit my son's head. What should I do if I hit him stupidly?"

Mother Zhang couldn't help complaining, wiping away her tears.

"Mom! Why are you crying? My brother is strong!"

Zhang Xue didn't have any heart or lungs at all, the little girl looked at her blood boiling, her little face was flushed, and she danced with her hands and feet.

"Dad! Didn't you say that my brother can't score? What is this? An assist?"

The family talked and laughed, watched the game, and had a great time, mixed with the thunderous snoring of the old lady.

GOAL!!!
Under the expectation of my sister, a goal was scored on the TV, and the commentator's elongated and hysterical roars broke out.

"GOAL!!!"

"China Zhang scored a goal, another stoppage time goal, and another lore. He is the veritable king of lore."

With a magnetic voice, Uncle Zhan Jun was burning with passion. At this time, he completely forgot that Zhang Han was a "Spanish" and cheered sincerely.

Slow-motion revisiting, that wonderful goal is presented.

1 minute of stoppage time.

The Brazilian Maicon passed the two along the right corridor, dodged after Regina No. 3 shoveled, and made an exquisite 45-degree cross.

This time, Zhang Han didn't waste another chance, he leaped high, pulled the green onions from the dry land, leaned back powerfully, and headed the goal.

It was a shot of great quality, a bounce.The ball hit the ground, rebounded and flew into the goal from the top of the fallen goalkeeper's arm.

Zhang Han finally broke through the opponent's goalkeeper's ten fingers, and celebrated with excitement and emotion, and a picture was frozen forever.

Poor Samuel was lifted up with one hand again, achieving the most classic celebration action of the mob on the court and the world-class power - the reputation of the court bully, a soul-stirring game finally under the huge cheers of the fans on both sides The curtain fell.

"The stadium thugs! The stadium thugs! The stadium thugs!..."

This is the whistling sound from the last lingering last moments of the scene.

(End of this chapter)