Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Ye Chen slowly stood up from the restricted area.

Pat the dirty grass on his body, and high-five the teammates who surrounded him.

"Beautiful creation!"

"Yes, there is no doubt about the penalty kick."

"Good job Ye Chen!"

just now.

Ye Chen was on the inner edge of the penalty area, when he received Eriksson's high-altitude ball.

Behind Manolas, a ferocious rear impact directly knocked Ye Chen away!

Ye Chen rolled on the ground for several meters, spun a few times like a top, and then stopped.

The referee quickly ran to the scene of the incident, blew his whistle, and pointed to the penalty spot!

Naples sent some central defenders, Manolas was dumbfounded.

He put his head in his hands, his heartbeat almost stopped.

How did Ye Chen get knocked into the air by me?

Don't you have a very strong body, I just used the same strength as before, and you flew away?

When I bumped into you from behind, you didn't move at all!

Diving, it must be a flop!

Manolas and referee theory:

"It's impossible for Ye Chen to fly that far with a rear impact like mine. He's just acting. Don't be fooled by him, the referee!"

The referee raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "I saw it, okay, the moment Ye Chen caught the ball, you slammed into him from behind hard, and you strengthened him a lot, and this man was knocked away by you, so what are you arguing about?" ?”

"I don't even need to watch the var video replay. There is a violent collision from behind in the penalty area, and there is no doubt about the penalty kick."

"This..." Manolas was speechless for a moment.

It seems that a penalty kick is inevitable.

Still angry, he rushed to Ye Chen again.

"Boy, what are you playing? Why didn't you fall when I bumped into you before?"

Ye Chen rolled his eyes at him, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

"You are stupid, of course I won't fall when you hit me from outside. Of course I will fall in the penalty area just now. With your IQ, you are still a central defender!"

Manolas: ")*￥#%!!!"

At the barbecue stall, Fatty Wang's heart was in his throat.

"Oh, please don't enter, or I will lose badly, damn it!"

Now the score, Inter Milan away 3 to 1 lead.

The game has come to 80 minutes, and Inter Milan has a two-goal lead, regardless of the scene or the momentum, they have the advantage.

Take away three points, there is no suspense!

But Fatty Wang is not worried about this.

According to the previous bet with Inter Milan fan A Fei, if Inter Milan wins.

Every time he wins a ball, he and Li Datou have to pay for a table in this barbecue restaurant.

Already bought two tables.

If this penalty is scored again, another table will be bought.

Fatty Wang looked left and right.

The tables around you are filled with mutton, beef, hot pot, and beer.

Three tables at least more than 1000 ah!

Even if it is shared equally with Li Datou, one person will be several hundred older!

On the projection screen in the grill, Lautaro holds up the football.

Li Datou, who had been staring at the screen nervously, breathed a sigh of relief.

He quietly took out a Huazi from Fatty Wang's cigarette case, and lit it.

In this supper bureau, Li Datou didn't buy a pack of cigarettes, and he was smoking Fatty Wang's Huazi.

"It's okay, it's okay, Lautaro's penalty kicks are messy. Last season, he made 4 of 2 penalty kicks, so he may not be able to score!"

However, Lautaro smiled and gave the ball to Ye Chen.

According to the team's regulations, Lukaku is the first penalty shooter inside, and Lautaro is the second.

After Brozovic's long-term injury, Ye Chen was promoted to the third penalty shooter.

However, Lautaro felt that Ye Chen had already assisted three times, and he deserved a goal in this game, so he gave Ye Chen the right to take the penalty kick!

Watching Ye Chen walk towards the penalty spot, Li Datou and Fatty Wang mourned at the same time.

"Why is it Ye Chen who came to punish him, not Lautaro!"

"Lautaro, can you have some ambition, as a striker, don't you want to score another goal!"

A Fei, a fan of Inter Milan, watched with gusto, "Hey, Ye Chen took the penalty kick for the second time, let's see!"

……

Ye Chen stood in front of the penalty spot, staring at the goalkeeper and the Naples fans behind the goalkeeper.

"wu~wu——"

"Go to the stands, go to the stands!" Naples fans were disturbing Ye Chen with noise.

But Ye Chen's mind went blank for an instant, and he couldn't see anything, only the ball under his feet.

The referee blew his whistle and Ye Chen started running slowly.

Already leading by two goals, Ye Chen decided to play tricks.

He took four steps.

At the fifth step, deliberately slow down the speed of progress——

From the corner of the eye, I saw that the goalkeeper had already moved to his left in advance!

Ye Chen smiled slightly, and gently rubbed the ball with the back of his toes!

The ball drew a parabola in the air, and flew towards the middle of the goal at a very slow speed!

The Naples goalkeeper is shocked!

If he does not judge in advance and moves to the left, he stands in the middle.

This lightly flying ball can be hugged with one hand.

But because he jumped sideways in advance and his center of gravity shifted, it was impossible to pull his body back to the middle at this time!

He could only fall on the ground on the left side, turned his head, watched the football, and slowly flew into the middle of the goal.

This feeling is so helpless, so helpless, so shameful, so uncomfortable...

He was spooned!

Because the football draws an arc that looks like a "spoon" when it flies, it is called a spoon penalty.

Spoon penalty kick is the most difficult and beautiful kind of penalty kick. If it is scored, it will be wonderful. If the goalkeeper does not rush to the side in advance, then the spoon penalty kick will have no power, and the player who misses the penalty will be ridiculed.

Therefore, for the penalty shooter, a strong psychological quality is required.

The most famous spoon penalty is naturally the 2006 World Cup final, in the match between France and Italy, Zidane took a penalty!

Ye Chen, Spoon scored a penalty kick, Inter Milan leads Naples 4-1 away!

Fatty Wang was dumbfounded.

Ye Chen not only scored the ball steadily.

Also hit a spoon penalty!

Simply an artist on the court, master!

With such a big heart, how could Ye Chen lose to Naples away?

"It's miserable, it's miserable, this time I lost..."

Fatty Wang wants to cry but has no tears.

Fortunately, in the remaining 10 minutes, Inter Milan deliberately slowed down the pace of attack and kept their strength.

Ye Chen was also replaced and had an early rest.

The score of 4 to 1 was maintained until the end.

Fatty Wang bought the last game where AC Milan played Juventus and lost 1000.

Immediately afterwards, three tables of people were invited to dinner.

Ten thousand horses flew past in my heart.

He reached out to touch his cigarette case, wanting to smoke a Huazi, suppressing his shock.

The cigarette case was found to be empty again!

As soon as he turned his head, Li Datou, who was at the same table, had already left the table.

While Fatty Wang was in a daze, Li Datou got up quietly, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and prepared to leave.

Fatty Wang saw Li Datou beside the taxi, and suddenly realized!

"Damn it, we have to share the supper money for the three tables, why did you run away!" Fatty Wang stood up, pointed at Li Datou outside the door and cursed.

Li Datou turned his head, waved to him with a smile, got into the taxi, and took a walk.

Fatty Wang was so angry that he tore the empty cigarette case on the table to pieces!

"Li Datou, the dog day, smoked my Huazi all night, and agreed to share the supper fee together, but you still slipped away, you boy, wait for me!"

A Fei leaned forward and backward with a smile.

How about the two of you playing a skit here?

"Hahahaha, fat man, what do you say," Ah Fei gloated, "Look, there are exactly three tables in the store except us, don't you want to express it?"

With a bitter look on his face, Fatty Wang stood up helplessly and cleared his throat.

"Ahem! Everyone, tonight, my prince will pay the bill!"