Football: I can save 100% of penalties

The moment Vucinic lifted his foot, a blue figure activated, rushed from behind him obliquely, and fell to the ground with a shovel.

The ball just flew up, and the blue figure appeared in front of the ball just right.

As precise as programmed.

"Bang" a muffled sound.

The ball hit the defender and flew out of the baseline.

"It's too scary."

"Napoli's defensive player seems to have blocked the goal with his thigh."

"Let's see who? On the screen, No. 28-Cannavaro."

Vucinic shook his head annoyed.

The ball was blocked, and it was supposed to be scored.

In fact, Zhou Bai's perspective was the clearest.

Cannavaro didn't block it with his thighs, but blocked it with his body.

This kick, solid, hit the chest and bounced off the leg.

Zhou Bai hurriedly rushed to the side of Cannavaro who was lying on the ground.

"Paul (Cannavaro's name), are you all right?"

Cannavaro pressed his chest, took a few deep breaths, coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

"Vucinic is really not a cover, the power is really great."

"I almost fainted from the kick. Fortunately, my body is hard. Hey, Zhou, I am also very strong, not worse than you."

Zhou Bai tried his best to control himself, not wanting the sand to wet his eye sockets.

"Yes, yes, just don't talk, the team doctor will be here soon."

The team members also gathered around, very anxious.

"Damn it, why hasn't the team doctor come yet?"

Zhou Bai roared angrily.

"Zhou, you must defend the last corner kick."

Cannavaro held Zhou Bai's hand.

"I'm afraid, I have to go down first."

"Sure, sure. We will."

A stretcher came in and Cannavaro was sent off the field for treatment.

"Cannavaro was injured because of the save just now, and Naples' defense line lacks a powerful player."

"They brought in a back-up defender and vowed to defend the victory."

"It should be the last chance of the game. Will Juventus kill the opponent, or Naples will keep the tie?"

Players from both sides are waiting in the penalty area, and the Naples team is full of killing spirit.

Pirlo is now waving at the corner, ready to make a free throw.

"Beep."

"The referee suspended the free throw, and the players in the penalty area pulled their hands more obviously. Players on both sides were warned."

He Wei explained the situation on the field to the audience.

Conte, who hadn't spoken since just now, turned his hand to look at his watch, and suddenly made a gesture towards Buffon.

Buffon suspected that he was wrong, and pointed to himself. After getting the coach's affirmative answer, he hesitated and left the door he was holding.

"what?"

He Wei and everyone had big question marks in their minds.

"Buffon actually gave up his own goal and ran towards the Napoli goal."

"I repeat, you read it right. Buffon has already entered the opponent's penalty area and is ready to participate in the last corner kick."

"It's a bold move, but understandable. Now it's the 93rd minute. After this corner kick, the referee should blow the whistle for the whole game."

That's what Conte has in mind.

He cannot accept the ending of being tied with a 3-goal lead.

So, no matter what, while the momentum of the players is still there, let's fight.

Mazari obviously read the bold tactical arrangement and shouted to all players to defend with all their might.

A rare scene appeared.

The 21 players in the audience were all crowded in the penalty area of ​​Naples to compete for the top.

Someone will ask, where is there another player?

This player is Pirlo, who is now waving in front of the corner flagpole.

The whistle sounded.

Pirlo strode towards the football, supported by his left foot, tilted his whole body into the best posture for exerting force, and kicked hard towards the lower half of the football with his right foot.

The eyes of everyone in the audience moved with the ball flying high.

The ball drew a beautiful arc and went straight to the penalty area.

The players on both sides tried their best to take off and compete for the top, just to grab the landing point.

Of course, there are also many small movements such as pulling and pressing people.

Corner saves are Zhou Bai's weakness.

The timing of the attack can only be estimated and judged.

Among the crowd, Juventus' Vucinic stood at the near post, occupying the commanding heights.

Ravitch next to him is obviously a head shorter.

The ball immediately landed in the penalty area, Zhou Bai no longer hesitated, and chose to fight for the first spot.

He jumped a bit later, took advantage of the time difference between jumping and staying in the air, and straightened his arms, which were exactly as high as Vucinic's head.

The first point is to fight for who gets the position.

The ball was falling, and it seemed that it was about to land between Zhou Bai and Vucinic.

However, some things on the court are just that coincidental.

The ball flew past Zhou Bai's fingertips.

No matter how hard he tried to open and straighten his fingers, he just couldn't touch the ball.

The close distance is like the end of the world.

The first landing point was not grabbed, which means that as long as Juventus touches the ball, they will directly face the empty goal.

The ball flew past his eyes and went behind him.

Zhou Bai turned his head with difficulty, despair flashed in his heart.

On the second landing point, it turned out to be Juventus goalkeeper Buffon who took off and competed for the header.

The lion shook his head wildly.

The ball refracted and hit the far corner of the goal.

Unexpectedly, in the end they lost in the goalkeeper duel? ! "Paul (Cannavaro's name), I'm afraid I'm going to miss my appointment."