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All the fans were stunned for a while.

An uproar ensued.

The penalty came too suddenly.

Both Liaodong fans and Sichuan fans didn't understand the referee's penalty.

But soon, the differences between the two sides became clear.

Fans in Sichuan Province applauded loudly.

"Penalty!"

"Great!"

"Omchek has never missed a penalty!"

"We're going to win this game!"

"..."

The fans of the Liaodong team yelled at the black whistle.

"Is it recorded?"

Li Wenkang, with an indignant face, slapped the bald "Lon Duoba" beside him.

"Really recorded."

Long Duo gritted his teeth angrily, "Xu Dong only had slight physical contact with the other party."

Li Wenkang nodded and looked into the arena with a dark face.

Standing in front of the coach's bench, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't blame the fans in Sichuan Province for applauding him.

Fans are like this, as long as their own team gets benefits.

And they are far away, and they can't see the specific process clearly.

Qin Fengqi is.

The black whistle that has been worrying...

finally come!

The opening game of the FA Cup, Longvision Sports will broadcast live as usual

Inside the studio.

The commentator Sun Shengping adjusted his glasses.

"Only 23 seconds into the game, Rongcheng won a penalty for Wu Niu."

"Qiaozheng, what do you think?"

Han Qiao was rubbing his chin at the side.

"This... Xu Dong, No. 13 of the Liaodong team who fouled, seems to have practiced qigong or sticky clothes..."

"Omcek, the Bulgarian strongman, fell at the touch of a finger."

"The fans at the scene, like us, had no idea what was going on."

"They're like lightning toads now..."

"..."

"Okay, Qiaozheng!"

Sun Shengping hurriedly interrupted, "We saw that Liaodong goalkeeper Liu Jiansheng was walking back to the goal."

"Liu Jiansheng, 26 years old, was a member of the National Olympic Games. He joined the Liaodong first team in 94. He..."

While introducing Liu Jiansheng's background, the TV screen showed a close-up.

Liu Jiansheng lowered his head, muttering something while walking.

Sun Shengping was taken aback for a moment.

Finally found another chance, Han Qiao said loudly: "Attention, Liu Jiansheng is reciting an unknown spell in a low voice!"

"That's right big brother, the only one who can bless you now is the Mantian Buddha!"

"Omchek of the Wuniu team is the king of spot kicks in the team. He has never missed a penalty this season..."

Sun Shengping had black lines all over his head, so he rushed to talk.

"Now the difficulty is in the hands of Liu Jiansheng, and he has become the focus of the audience."

"Let's take a look at this penalty kick!"

on the field.

Liu Jiansheng had already returned to stand in front of the door.

He opened his arms slightly, still muttering non-stop.

"I'm right-footed, my shooting style is mainly low, and I'm used to penalty kicks..."

"The bottom left and right corners of the goal."

"Nearly 10 penalties, 8 to the right..."

"..."

opposite.

Like most Five Bulls players.

The foreign aid Omchek was also confused.

Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't accept it for a while.

But is there any benefit?

No one is stupid!

Bend over to place the ball on the penalty spot.

Omchek backed away slowly.

Back off to a suitable distance.

He stopped and looked at Liu Jiansheng in front of the door.

Now the whole place is quiet.

Whether it is the Liaodong side or the Rongcheng side.

Everyone held their breath for fear of disturbing the players on both sides.

Stand on the door line.

Liu Jiansheng could even hear his own heartbeat.

On the opposite side, Omchek started a run-up.

Lift your right foot.

Arch push.

As soon as he touched the ball.

Liu Jiansheng moved horizontally to the right in advance, and then moved his foot to become a supporting foot.

The right leg kicks the ground instantly.

The whole person rushed to the lower right corner of the goal.

In mid-air, he stretched his arms with all his might.

Slap it.

Pain in the right palm.

Liu Jiansheng fell to the ground with a bang.

Regardless of the pain in his body, he crawled towards the football with hands and feet together,

Before the Wuniu players rushed up to make up shots, they firmly pressed the ball under them.

The audience let out a huge sigh.

That was a fan of Rongcheng.

Immediately afterwards, in the north stand, the white crowd surged and cheered loudly.

For a while, Liu Jiansheng was doing well, Liu Jiansheng descended from the gods, Liu Jiansheng, I want to give you a monkey, and cheering sounds flew around.

Inside the studio.

Sun Shengping shouted excitedly, "Liu Jiansheng, Liu Jiansheng has made meritorious service!

"He predicted the direction of Omchek's shot ahead of time!

"He saved the penalty!"

Han Qiaozheng also shouted, "If there is a chance, I must ask Liu Jiansheng."

"Which god did he ask for just now!"

"This is simply a miracle in the history of football science!"

Sun Shengping laughed out loud and didn't say anything to stop him.

The save just now was wonderful.

Prediction in advance, stretched posture, completely blocked the football shot to the dead corner.

Even as a senior commentator, he has never seen such a wonderful save a few times in the Dragon Kingdom League.

Not just them.

All the players of the Liaodong team were excited.

On the field.

A group of people rushed over, slapped Liu Jiansheng on the shoulder vigorously, and shouted excitedly.

There was also joy on the bench.

The Liaodong team's substitute players rushed to the sidelines, waving the things in their hands and yelling.

Cruyff applauded vigorously with a cigarette in his mouth

Beside him, Van Basten and Gentile also shook their fists vigorously, looking excited.

Only Gordon Banks looked calm, and the gentleman clapped his hands.

"It's nothing to get excited about, it's Liu's normal operation."

Qin Feng laughed when he heard it.

Liu Jiansheng used to have good goal-line skills, but now he has received the true biography of Mr. Gordon.

The improvement in strength is immediate!

Liu Jiansheng got up with the football in his arms, looked up, but there was no chance for a quick attack.

When he turned his head, he found that his teammates were all around him.

He waved his hands vigorously to the frontcourt, and shouted with a tiger face, "Come on, get them!"

The teammates smiled excitedly.

They all ran forward.

The players of the Wuniu team also reacted from the loss of the missed penalty kick and ran back to the defensive position.

There's really no chance of a fast break.

Seeing this, Liu Jiansheng lightly threw his hand away.

The football rolls to the left Grosso.

Grosso hits the ball across the middle, and central defender Xu Dong catches the ball and turns to Huang Liang on the right.

Huang Liang kicked the ball forward.

Zhao Junze, who is in the defensive midfielder position, meets the ball and responds.

Before catching the ball, he kept looking back to observe.

Seeing that there was no chance, Zhao Junze passed the football back.

until this time.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back firmly on the coach's bench.

The Liaodong team was not affected by the penalty kick awarded in the opening game.

He quickly stabilized his position.

They started to play in the midfield.

Football goes from left to right, front to back.

The Liaodong team kept passing short passes in a wide range.

Back and forth to test and pull Wu Niu's defensive formation.

Not bad.

Qin Feng nodded secretly.

Cruyff only led the team for a few days, and the Liaodong team seemed to have changed.

Although it seems that the formation operation is still a bit jerky.

This is also normal.

No matter how powerful Cruyff is, he is not a fairy.

It is impossible to transform the Liaodong team in a short period of time.

The current Liaodong team is still slowly getting familiar with Cruyff's tactical philosophy.

Qin Feng is not in a hurry.

Just stay on the right path.

What's wrong with losing this game?

Eager for quick success and instant benefit will never do well in football.

Of course, it's best to win!

The Liaodong team still controls the ball on the field.

Near the middle circle.

Modric runs the ball to the left.

Before the opposing defender came up to intercept, he passed the ball to Zhao Jiayi.

At the same time, he secretly waved his hand to the right.

Zhao Jia observed the situation on the field early in the morning.

Through the continuous pulling of the Liaodong team.

There was an empty space on the right side of the Wuniu team.

Look at Modric's gesture again.

Zhao Jia understood it wholeheartedly.

A long pass with the left foot without stopping the ball.

A muffled sound.

With a strong right spin, the football went to the right of the Wuniu team's half.

there.

A white figure broke through the Wuniu line of defense like lightning and flint.

It's Xu Bo.

He raised his foot on the corner of the penalty area, unloaded the ball steadily, and entered the penalty area at high speed.

within five meters of him.

Except for the opponent's goalkeeper, there is no Wuniu player.

……