National Treasure Striker [Football]

The Dutch captain is currently the MVP of the game. He scored twice and added an excellent assist.

A real man's game is a hard-core match to score goals. The only question is whether you want to make a date or not?

The Dutch team was a little less aggressive after scoring this goal. They were also afraid of Julian, for fear that this kid would make another magical move.

If you are in the lead, hang on first, wait for the last minute, wait for the midfield to make adjustments, and then continue to clean up Italy.

locker room.

No one's face smelled worse than Prandelli's.

The Italian coach didn't say anything right away. In fact, when it comes to this point, his ideas can't decide anything. Whether the players' ideas can be put into action is the first.

He named Julian and asked him to summarize his performance in the first half and how he should play in the second half.

Julian was drinking water at the time and was cueed suddenly.

ask brother?

That's not easy!

Julian opened his mouth and said, "Brothers, what kind of hero is a small score? The World Cup finals will be played freely. Whether we win or not is God's business, but whether we score or not is a matter for the 11 of us!"

"If you can score a goal, score it. If it is inconvenient to score a goal, feed it. As long as you can't feed it to death, feed it to death!"

Don't be cowardly and just do it, stick to the important guideline [defenders also want to score goals] and don't waver.

Marchisio: "..."

Cousin rubbed his forehead, talking nonsense, he can't die.

Everyone who looked solemn because they were behind and couldn't draw the score: "..."

They can't judge Yoni anymore, they don't deserve it.

So everyone went to see Prandelli together.

Originally, they were worried that Youni would be scolded, but it turned out that they worried too much.

The Italian coach is actually smiling!

???

Has the sir gone mad?

"This is what I admire the most about Julian." Prandelli took the water bottle at hand and drank tactically to show his relief. "The skill of playing football is second. Temporary lagging is not a problem. He is the most worthy of your study." It's his state of mind."

The Italian coach gave a passionate speech and felt that his speech was very good.

In fact, he is under the greatest pressure, but he believes that a good coach should not transfer all the pressure to the players, and should encourage a wave at critical times.

Julian, who accidentally submitted the perfect answer, blinked his eyes: "That... sir."

Prandelli had an expression of "I'm very comforted to have an apprentice like this", and encouraged him to continue talking and say more words to boost morale.

I heard Julian say: "Sir, what you just drank was my water."

Prandelli: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Good guy, I didn't listen to a single word of the passionate speech, just paid attention to the bottle of water.

Prandelli was silent for a few seconds, then threw the finished water bottle to Julian and punished him to take out the trash.

Julian:! ! !

Is this the coach's love?

I just appreciate the man who picks up the man so high and puts it down gently

Julian opened the door and went out, and Prandelli finished speaking, and let everyone rest.He needs to think about how to arrange the substitutions in his hands in order to maximize the effectiveness.

As soon as the Italian coach sat down, he saw a person approaching him.

It was Buffon, who seemed to have something to say.

When Julian entered the door, he saw that the captain and the coach had just separated, as if they had just finished plotting and scattered.

The eldest brother looked at this and that, and decided that this matter probably had nothing to do with him, so he was going to have another bottle of water.

Then he saw a bottle of water flying over and falling into his arms.

???

Julian looked up and saw Buffon with a serious face.

The boss seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just patted Julian on the shoulder, then put it in his trouser pocket deeply, and left.

Julian: "..."

The elder brother couldn't keep up with the captain's brain circuit more and more.

Although I haven't followed

After the intermission, the two teams met again, extremely jealous.

The Dutch team was the runner-up in the last World Cup, and the uncrowned king does not want to continue to have this title.

Italy wants to wash away the shame of not even making it to the knockout round of the last World Cup, and continue the glory of the last World Cup champion.

It was impossible to laugh and laugh in the second half, and both teams were bound to win the World Cup.

Julian took the lead out of the player tunnel, and accidentally ran into another wave of Van Persie.

Ah, what do I need to say?

Either score or lose.There is no second way for a real man.

Those who understand will naturally understand

Julian looked at Van Persie sincerely, and he thought the captain should understand.

The other party didn't speak, but the eldest brother knew, he understood.

That's right, this is the tacit understanding of the strong!

Van Persie: "..."

What was Julian's expression just now?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, they will be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

The current score is 2-3, Italy is temporarily behind, and the Netherlands cannot just breathe a sigh of relief.

Italy has never considered strengthening its defense at all. It should be the Netherlands that wants to strengthen its defense, but the Netherlands has no such intention.

The commentator felt that he was not very surprised: "The two teams are quite bold, and they seem to be going to attack offensive football to the end."

This year's World Cup final is definitely a visual feast.

Compared with defensive counterattacks that have technical content but are incomprehensible to ordinary people, of course it is still a technical and exciting goal battle.

Of course, this has to get rid of the two fans. They would rather their own team play a little bit and stop playing heartbeat.

However, neither team heard their prayers.

The psychological advantage of the Dutchman's lead did not last long.

Italy didn't know what medicine they took wrongly. They found that Italy's defense line was stronger.

This ferocity does not refer to fierce defense, but——

Fuck, are the Italian defenders really used to sharing the pressure on the striker now?

In the second half of Italy's offense, at least four of the five times were directly initiated by the backcourt.

Pirlo, as the big guy among them, a world-class midfielder, his offense is very organized.Almost feeding the forwards, especially Julian, to death.

The famous striker representative Youni said, as long as you can't die, feed yourself to death!

One can always succeed. Anyway, the focus of the Netherlands is not on defense, and now Italy's focus is not on defense. It is better to score goals than anyone else.

Julian is the only exception in the Dutch team's offensive tactics. The Dutch team will still assign a defensive player to focus on Julian. Even if he can't prevent him from scoring, he must slow him down.

As long as the scoring efficiency is not as good as that of the Netherlands.

In the next 10 minutes, it will be time for world-class teams to scramble to feed the cake.

The physical strength of the players is very high, and no one wants to be delayed. They all want to quickly reverse or stabilize the situation. The time to break the score has come——

Julian, who the Dutch team focused on, did not score, but his teammate, Pirlo, who has been working hard to make cakes——

He is not in the restricted area, but there are legends about him in the restricted area.No one expected that he kicked a long-range deciduous ball directly on the edge of the penalty area, showing everyone's faces.

"It's been a long time since I saw Pirlo score a goal. Have you forgotten that his kick of a fallen leaf was once a nightmare for countless goalkeepers?" The commentator said excitedly, "It is now! It will still be in the future!"

"As much as the Netherlands don't want to believe it, guys, they have to live with a 3-3 draw!"

Julian clapped his hands and ran over to Pirlo to celebrate without delay.

Although this ball has nothing to do with Big Brother, Big Brother has attracted all the firepower of the enemy!

The eldest brother picked up the big man in the lower back with his backhand, and spun around twice on the spot.

The teammates who followed the celebration hurriedly stopped, what the hell, Yoni who agreed to lead and then dance!

Pirlo who was hugged: "..."

His old waist!

Fans commented:

"It's 3-3, my god, there's more than half an hour left in the game!"

"No, it's impossible to go on like this for the next half hour. This is the final, they can't be so crazy."

The camera swept across the stands, and countless big men who could make football tremble three times with a single step on their feet sat on it, with routine operations written all over their faces.

Julian's old father, Julian's club coach, they were not surprised at all.

Fans who seem to have never seen the world: "..."

Is this the gap?

Wait a minute, when did these two get to sit together?

Manchester United boss and Arsenal boss sit side by side?

Sure enough, the Manchester United Arsenal family is not far away?

"A bet, Mr. Felix?" the Arsenal owner asked with a smile.

"What bet? Can Italy win?" The Manchester United boss sneered to express his disdain. He never doubted that his son would lose.

"Of course not. On this point, our position is the same," Huo Boss said, "Just bet on how many goals Julian can score?"

The capitalist is a little interested: "Bet?"

"It's a great honor. Just now the AFC asked me if I would like to present an award to the champion together with the chairman," Huo Zheng said. "Probably because the AFC has seen my contribution to the football cause in the past year."

As for what contribution...

The two bosses have a clear mind.

It's not that people are stupid and have a lot of money. The Football Federation sells them face, let them continue to invest in football, play a leading role, drive more "people who are stupid and have a lot of money" to come in, and stimulate a wave of local economies by the way.

The reason why Huo Zheng asked first was probably because of his identity as a Chinese, his cooperation with the boss of Evergrande, and his ability to explore the Chinese market.

"The winner should present the award to Julian himself." Boss Huo finished with a smile. He didn't need to add any more hair. He knew that the man beside him would be tempted.

"Deal," the capitalist was really blunt, and then turned to ask the male assistant, "How many do you think Julian can get in?"

Male assistant: "..."

If he hadn't got the numbers right, would this game have had the job in the past?

Simply the capitalist did not continue to embarrass the proletariat, he himself is very confident: "At least two."

Huo Zheng smiled: "It's not a penalty shootout, one."

On the field, Julian didn't know what his two old fathers had done with him, and now his mind was full of scoring another goal.

A penalty shootout is impossible, and I don't want to shoot a penalty shootout in my life.

Otherwise, my husband will definitely have to catch my elder brother to kick a penalty again, it is too difficult for my elder brother.

Julian doesn't like games that he can't control. Penalty shootouts are really a test of luck, and it's impossible for the elder brother to be convinced in his life.

Pirlo has just made a good start, and I believe the desire to feed his teammates on the defensive line will become more and more intense.

The game fell into a hard fight, 3-3, the coaches on both sides began to make substitutions and adjustments, but after a wave of substitutions, the intention of attacking remained unchanged.

Unless it is a last resort, I don't want to delay penalties, I want to score goals, and the game ends within 90 minutes.

The Dutch team replaced first, and Van Gaal made some adjustments on the front line. The new players can run very well, which put a lot of pressure on the Italian defense.

After finally drawing the score, it would be very dangerous for the opponent to score another goal at this time. The Italian defense did not dare to neglect, and had to take extraordinary measures at extraordinary moments.

The newcomer is Huntelaar, who was dissatisfied with not being included in the starting list, and he proved that his passion is very strong.

He had the ball, he was going forward, he was eager to score himself.

Italy's defensive strength is not as good as his, and a hole was torn open, and he was about to rush towards the goal.

The Italian players participating in the defense saw that it was not good, so they subconsciously reached out and grabbed it!

Huntelaar up, Huntelaar down!

He fell right in the penalty area and just crossed the line.

The referee Clattenburg gave the penalty very decisively. He did not have the burden that any of his decisions might affect the game. He only gave Italy a yellow card, which means that he was taking care of the traditional conservative style of the final.

When the Italian players gathered around to fight for it, Huntelaar's eyes were glued to the ball. This penalty was an incomparable temptation for him, and he couldn't let anyone come.

This is likely to be the key goal for the Netherlands to win the championship!

Thinking of this, Huntelaar trembled with excitement, feeling that he might make history at any time.

Knowing that the result of the penalty kick cannot be changed, the camera has been watching this side early, waiting to see who will take the penalty kick in the Dutch team.

Normally speaking, whoever makes the point is right to kick, but at critical moments, it may also be the captain or the team's number one free thrower.

When the captain and the number one free thrower were one person?

That will basically be the captain.

Van Persie didn't waste time on his opponent, he also stood up, holding the ball in his hand.

People who are familiar with their relationship are surprised?

Fuck, is this the rhythm of grabbing a penalty kick?

I've heard that the two are not getting along!

Julian watched from the side, he realized later that there seemed to be something different about the fat head fish.

According to his understanding of Fathead Fish, Fathead Fish actually has a shadow on penalty kicks.

In a game, if he misses a penalty kick, he may not be willing to face a penalty kick in the next one.

And this game is still likely to be a penalty shootout, is Fathead Fish not panicking at all?

Julian rolled his eyes and suddenly remembered that he could use his psychology.

He said to Van Persie: "Captain, save your strength for the penalty shootout later, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Van Persie: "..."

Doesn't Julian blush when he says this?

The Dutch captain sneered and did not waver.

He's not what he used to be, and goal front psychology doesn't work for him.

Unexpectedly, it didn't work for him, but it worked for another person.

When Huntelaar was reminded by Julian, he also remembered this matter.

The penalty kick in front of him suddenly didn't smell good.

The Dutch team has this problem. If they struggled in the previous games, they would not dare to take the penalty shootout later, and their mentality would collapse.

If this penalty kick is unlucky, he may not be able to bear the next penalty shootout.

Van Gaal replaced him at this time, and he was playing the idea of ​​letting him play in case of a penalty shootout.

The final result was that Huntelaar voluntarily gave up the penalty point, and Van Persie got the penalty point without any effort.

Julian, who was assisted by God:? ? ?

Why is this plot different from what big brother thought?

Van Persie withstood the pressure and scored the goal in the 70th minute of the game.

The Netherlands once again leads Italy 4-3.

The Dutch fans were overjoyed, and the Italian fans were expressionless.

Just equalized and then led, who can stand it?

Buffon picked the ball out of the goal, he felt a little bit bad now.

Conceding four goals in a game is simply a shame for a goalkeeper.

Even if he didn't make any low-level mistakes, the boss can't forgive himself.

The frequent saves and persistence for such a long time also made him feel that time is not forgiving.

Look at Julian, who is as normal as anyone... Damn, help the young general to get up, and the young general can fight again.

He hugged the ball tightly, remembering what he said to the coach alone in the locker room. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was luck or complicated, or more other emotions.

Kick-off in the middle circle.

Julian was standing in the middle circle this time, and the captain was guarding the national gate. The eldest brother, who was rounded up and counted as half of the captain, decided to encourage a wave of teammates for the captain.

"Brothers cheer up, isn't it just one goal away, the Netherlands are used to being equalized by us, can't we get used to equalizing them?"

"The tempo is in our hands. As a matter of habit, we are more used to being first than the Netherlands."

Which 6 is the former World Cup champion or the former World Cup runner-up?

Still don't get it guys?

The Italian players around him were shocked.

Can!It's very uni!

The Dutchman around: "..."

Although I don't understand Italian very well, my intuition is not a good thing.

Most Italian fans are sad, but some fans are very big-hearted.

"I'm not worried," they said. "Have you forgotten Julian?"

"Hey baby, my husband has scored two in this game, I believe he can score four!"

Several Italian players were ready, Julian explained in a low voice, then turned and left.

other people:? ? ?

Isn't this guy here to kick off?This is gone?What do you mean?

Julian wanted to save his energy, and it was a waste of time and energy to take the tee-off and run again. He lived in the frontcourt, and waited for his teammates to feed the cake.jpg

Although there is still physical strength, it is always right to save money.

Champions are saved

Keep it simple, the way to score goals is simple.Sao operation also takes effort!

Teammates who knew what he was thinking: "..."

Very... very glad that Yoni has this kind of awareness?

The commentator suddenly discovered something: "Friends, Julian Felix is ​​only one goal away, and he can break Ronaldo's total goal record in four World Cups with the number of goals scored in a single World Cup!"

"...Can Italy fulfill him? Can he fulfill himself?"

It's only ten minutes before the answer is announced!

In this wave of Italian attack, Julian's header was unsuccessful, which made the Dutch fans nervous, and the oil paint on their faces got into their eyes.

They are all praying that this ancestor will stop being so awesome, and hope that their guards will be stronger and try their best to stop Julian!

No one knows their team's defense better than them. If Italy hadn't completely changed its principled tactics, their defense level in this game could not be compared with others!

Julian was also targeted more uncomfortable, and the Dutch forward will also participate in the defense. When he has the ball, he must be surrounded by at least two people.

During this period, Fathead Fish personally came to stare at him twice... that's outrageous!

I can only try to crush by height.

I'm used to the big brother's long legs, I'm afraid I forgot the height of the big brother 190.

He tried twice like this, and the third pass was made by Buffon with a big kick, and the opponent drove directly to the frontcourt.Although the ball was still flying forward when it reached the frontcourt, its strength was almost released. Its landing point was already watched by Dutch players, and the ball was basically not a big threat——

Julian suddenly had an idea.

As soon as he thought of it, he quickly pulled up his legs, turned around and ran!

Then, force the ball between two Dutch players!

The fans in the stands can't wait to lie on the railing to watch.

—what does he want to do?

——Is that all right?

This kind of physical confrontation is basically unable to hold the ball well, but this is not Julian's purpose, he just wants the ball to go where he wants to go.

Anyway, just enter the restricted area!

When the ball was knocked out by Julian, he himself started to speed up!

Shengsheng distanced himself from the two Dutch defenders!

The Netherlands has more defensive strength and is relatively thin. At this time, Julian is basically racing against the Dutch goalkeeper to reach the new landing point of the ball one step ahead.

The ball hit the ground and bounced hard again!

Julian and Cillesen were in position almost at the same time. Cillesen stretched out his hand to hold the ball, and he was hungry for food. At the same time, Julian also made the same movement but in the opposite direction!

fan:? ? ? ! ! !

In the camera, a low-profile version of Julian jumped to the top and landed directly on the ground!

Why is it a low profile version...

Because compared to Van Persie's spectacular leap and heading the ball in the air, Julian slid on the grass for one meter on his belly before his head touched the ball!

And then...the ball goes in.

Explanation: "..."

fan:"……"

Commentary: "!!! The goal is in! God! The goal is in! This header! Oh, it's Julian Felix!!"

Amidst the loud cheers and boos, Julian continued to slide forward for half a meter before stopping. Then he covered his six-pack abs and rolled twice on the ground.

Brother's six-pack abs is going to wear off one piece QAQ

The surprise of the teammates turned into fright. They rushed over to see if Julian was okay, and desperately waved for the team doctor to enter the field.

The team doctor who thought something happened and was so frightened:! ! !

Fans who don't know the situation: ? ? ?

Many fans began to have tears in their eyes: Oh!Their little spiders!Their national baby!In order to win the game and win glory for the country, he worked so hard!

God bless him!

He did his best!He really tried his best!

Even if they can't win in the end, they won't blame him!

The crowd around Julian was airtight, and everyone was anxious to see him holding his stomach and moaning for a long time, and finally coaxed them to take away his hands and lift up his jersey, only to see that the man's beautiful abdominal muscles were flushed.

The team doctor first sprayed some painkillers, and nervously asked him if he was in pain, and then he said aggrievedly: "Quickly, see if my abdominal muscles are still there?"

Crowd: ? ? ?

Julian said to himself: "Hey, I don't use the prostate brake anymore, it's too difficult for me..."

Everyone: "..."

What brakes before?Can you say that again?

The team doctor started the inspection and touched Julian's belly before he heaved a sigh of relief, saying that he was fine, only scratched.

As for Julian's abdominal muscles, there was no shortage of one.

In order to make Julian more comfortable, the team doctor suggested that Julian change clothes.This jersey rubbed against the grass so much that it was already too green to be seen.

The team doctor also wanted to win, so he secretly prodded to help delay the time.

There is nothing wrong with a draw, the big deal is a penalty kick, he has no brains to trust Julian.

The team doctor is still too young.

Real men never procrastinate, Julian quickly ran to the sidelines to get the jersey, changed it in a second, and gave no reaction time for close-up shots.

"Thank God! He's fine!" The fans drew the cross on their chests, but when they turned their heads, they were caught by the flashing close-up.

Others have struggled for so long and are still in a mess, but some people are just good-looking, and they look messy and handsome even when they are in a mess.

The moment Julian changed into a new jersey, there was even a sound of regret on the court.

It was Prandelli who saw his sweaty head, and deliberately came over to put a hair tie on Julian himself.

Julian was also unambiguous, and directly hooped up the thin bangs on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead, and felt that he was very handsome.

In fact, he was really handsome.

15 goals in a single World Cup are enough for him to permanently join the cover of football history.

Even though she is still single, she can kill half of the world's people with her handsomeness in a second.

As for the other half of the earthlings?

Sorry, they were scumbags by the big brother. 【Scramble with Thanos.jpg】

Complicated teammates: "..."

They were so overwhelmed by Yoni that they forgot to celebrate.

Why did you forget to come?

... It's hard to say, forget it, maybe it's because he's so handsome :)

So handsome that everyone is dumbfounded :)

It's okay to hug the assist to express surprise, and the assist... Fuck it's goalkeeper Buffon, that's fine.

The goalkeeper was too far away from all of them to run across.

Buffon, who is alone in the backcourt: "..."

Attacking football is like this, he has to get used to it until he retires :)

"4-4! The two sides tied for the fourth time!" The commentator looked at the game time, "Time is running out, but I don't know why, I always feel that this may not be the final score..."

Most of the fans watching the live broadcast: "..."

The person is in the hospital, just out of the ICU, and the interests are related, so please shut up the commentator.

80 minutes.

"Will the Dutch team choose to retreat, spend the rest of the time with Italy in peace, and simply drag it to a penalty shootout?"

Van Gaal showed with actions that no.

He didn't trade forwards for defenders at all, all his substitutions were in the same position.

It looked like he was going to die to the end.

He was still holding the last substitution card. On the surface he was fearless, but in fact he still had some scruples.

Prandelli also made the same choice as him.

A draw is not an excuse, a penalty is not a reason.

Italian attacking football will have a way out.

The two teams then slammed, and in 86 minutes, an attack by the Dutch team.

The Italian defense cleared the ball out of the penalty area. It seems that they can breathe a sigh of relief, but the threat is everywhere.

At the landing point, a Dutch defender suddenly appeared.

——This guy kicked like that casually. It can be seen that he has no hope and didn't think too much at all, but the angle of the ball is getting trickier the more he looks at it!

Tricky enough to get into the blind corner of the goal!

This goal was like a flash of lightning in a clear sky, a hero fell from the sky, which woke up the Dutch and scared the Italians to tears.

The goal counts.

There are still about 6 minutes before the end of the game, but Italy is 4-5 behind at this time.

There is no doubt about the strength of the Dutch, their offensive tactics have worked, their spirit is worthy of their strength, and the whole country of the Netherlands wants to celebrate the victory in advance.

All the officials on the side of the stands are ready to welcome the new champion, the Hercules Cup has been moved out, and they are waiting to set up a temporary awards stage.

This scene hurt the eyes of the laggards, but it gave the leaders a shot of adrenaline.

- World Cup champion!On top of the world!Since then, the name has been justified, proud, and won the most extreme honor in his player career!

——The world is at my feet, and the gold cup crowns me!

——Uncrowned will eventually become history, and I will be crowned king from then on...

After hearing the whistle that the goal was effective, Julian's movements slowed down for a moment. He turned his head to look at the beating score. Suddenly, feeling something, he turned his head to look at the people around him.

Desperate look, trembling legs, desperate to the end but fall short;

Excited eyes, wild celebrations, the world is about to be trampled under their feet.

This familiar scene is strange and intimate.

OK.

He quickly ran to the goal, ran to Buffon, and stretched out his hand to Buffon who blamed himself——

Ask for the ball.

On the way back, he happened to face the opponent who was still celebrating, and the captain of the opposite team who turned around.

There was a smile on the face of the familiar person, but his eyes were red.

Julian suddenly laughed.

...Although, why did they look like they had already won before the game was over?

The celebration of the Dutch lasted for at least a minute, and they dispersed under the urging of the referee.

Back to their respective positions, they did not dare to relax, and began to want to return to defense.

After celebrating, Van Gaal thought about it for a while, and was also thinking about whether to use up the substitution quota, consolidate the defense, and delay time.

But the scene did not give him time to continue thinking. After a few seemingly hopeless kicks in the midfield, Italy suddenly began to press forward collectively!

The scene became tense for a while, and everyone had no time to think about the replacement.

The commentator slapped the table: "Julian Felix! He is chasing the ball... He caught up with the ball... This is really a disturbing picture... What does the Dutch team say? They are trying to block the penalty area! Fei What about Lex's teammates? It is difficult for them to get a direct pass connection with Julian!"

"Can he... OH GOD HE DID IT!! GOD! GOD!!!"

Julian passed the three of them in the crowd, just in time to seize the gap in the defense line. He hardly adjusted, and then a heavy cannonball hit the goal, with a force that could almost penetrate the net, directly smashing the heart of the Dutchman!

The most extreme bells and whistles are the most direct and simple and rude!

It happened that a camera recorded the moment when the ball flew over!

In the words of a fan who stayed in the South Stand later, Julian's heavy cannon like a flying fairy saved the team, and at the same time, it also knocked down all the barriers in his heart!His eyes are full of the reflection of that shot, and the only thing in his mind is the arrogant blond hair——

From that moment on, he knew that it was impossible for him to truly fall in love with another player other than Julian!

"Break the record! Really break the record! A record that has never been seen before or since - 16 total goals in a single World Cup! There will be no second person! There will be no!"

"God, you know, this young man, this young man named Julian Felix, he's not even a full-time striker!"

"The greatest goal striker in the history of football, the goal striker who can be a god in the true sense—"

"We don't know the result of today's game, but I know that Julian must be a national treasure! No, he should be a world treasure! He ushered in a new era, he let us blur the boundaries of positions, he broke through Realized his potential as a player!"

"He is a hero in world football! His indomitable spirit, his bold and incredible growth path, all his innovations have inspired us... all his contributions are immeasurable!"

"A peak in the next hundred years!"

How the outside world brags about him, Julian doesn't know, he will be done by a god, of course, he will be the best!

My opponent can't beat me, and my teammates can't catch me!

Just so confident!

The stadium is so cruel, in 90 minutes, anything is possible!

The Dutch's black 5 minutes can also be returned to them!

Julian rushed to the sidelines and raised his hands to the weeping Italian fans——

The atmosphere of the audience exploded instantly!

It was clearly a draw, but the scene seemed to have a result.

Forget it, winning or losing is no longer the reason for their excitement, it's just to take a quick look at the world's treasures.

The Dutch players on the field stared at his waving hand in disbelief.

They just seemed to be pulled from heaven into the world by this hand.

In the stands, the capitalist showed a satisfied smile, and then turned to look at the owner of the son's club, his smile slightly restrained again.

What's up with Boss Huo's look of "you may make a small profit, but I will never lose money"?

Time is running out.

The referee gave a long whistle, ending the torture.

After 90 minutes of the game, after a 5-minute break, extra time will begin.

Those who are in a bad mood dare not continue watching.

The score between the two sides was 5-5.

For an ordinary game, this is no ordinary score.

For a World Cup final, this is a horrible score.

For Italy's first goal in the second half, Pirlo was the defensive midfielder, and he was rounded off as a defensive talent.

For Italy's second goal in the second half, Buffon assisted Julian to score. The goal line was talented, and the goalkeeper participated in the attack.

For Italy's third goal, Julian ran to change his jersey, added a headband, and then scored. The goalkeeper didn't care whether he was a striker or a defensive talent. Eating bananas does wonders.

Look at the Netherlands again.

Van Persie scored the first goal of the Netherlands from a penalty. Van Persie almost used himself as a half-back in this game. Everyone can see how active he is in defending Julian.

The second goal of the Netherlands, the Dutch defender scored, reversed the hammer.

The total number of goals from both sides added up to double digits!

Is this Nima playing football?Is this the World Cup final?

Others play 0-0, you play 5-5?

Others are focusing on defense, but you don't see defense at all, so you wish that even the goalkeeper would attack?

Are you driving in reverse?

Fans feel that they will not love.

They decided that in overtime, even if they lead, they won't be happy, and even if they fall behind, they don't need to be afraid.

Anyway, it's going to be equalized in the end, isn't it?

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Players on both sides took the time to rest.

Psychiatrists and massage experts are on the scene, and the current state of the players is worrying.

Everyone seems to be walking on cotton... Many people have not recovered from the game just now.

The World Cup is really a place to hone people.

I believe that after a short period of dementia, many people will be reborn and keep up with the tight pace of urban people.

Overtime.

It's all kicked up to this point, and it's farting to defend with all your strength.

As far as Julian is concerned, it seems that he has inexhaustible strength. If they are unlucky and lack physical strength, is it useful to guard against death?

Of course, it was also because the score could not be opened, and no one dared to say that they were stable.Let me ask you, just having a leading advantage, and then being overtaken in a blink of an eye...Which big-hearted person can rest assured?

Still trying to score goals is reliable.

"A daring tactic, an amazing tacit understanding," commented a commentator, "I don't know if the two coaches had expected the final to develop into such a result when they decided to deploy such a tactic..."

He bites and does not retreat, as if he has to compare who is better at attacking