() In the 118th minute of the China-Pakistan war, Zhuo Yang equalized the score with a long shot, and the two sides tied with 4:4.

Fans all over the world were so addicted, and they were deeply impressed by Zhuo Yang, who performed the perfect hat-trick of "left and right heads", including Brazilian fans.

This is the 11th goal that Zhuo Yang has scored in this World Cup, tying the number of goals scored four years ago and allowing him to score 30 goals in the World Cup history. This is not a human thing at all, he is a god.

Some Brazilians are very reserved, such as Pele and Leonardo, and some Brazilians are very open, such as Kaka and Ronaldo. Together with a few Brazilian fans, they applauded Zhuo Yang.

Gradually, the applause became more and more thunderous. This is not the first time Zhuo Yang has conquered opponent fans, nor will it be the last.

The applause of the Brazilian fans contained a strong anger towards their own players. At this moment, I know how terrible it is that they have missed the opportunity to expand the score in a row, especially the two empty goals of Cuniao and Neymar.

When the ball was restarted, Neymar booed when he took the ball.

Brazil is the kingdom of football, the strongest on the surface, and Brazilians cannot tolerate a long absence from being No. 1 in the world, regardless of team or individual. Although knowing that it is impossible, the Brazilian people still hope that Neymar can match Zhuo Yang, even if the gap is minimized, and then take advantage of age to catch up.

However, Zhuo Yang has scored 11 goals again. This is a perfect hat-trick, but what about our Samba King Neymar? Did you really come to Russia to perform tumbling?

The insurmountable gap is really desperate.

The boos at the moment, like his father's flogging his unsatisfactory son, made Neymar very frustrated.

The Brazilians don't want to take a penalty kick, but they don't have the courage to play another one. The sideline gave 3 minutes of stoppage time, but it was no longer a matter of time.

The Chinese team is committed to kicking a penalty kick, and the'push the crazy demon' Wang Dalei has already played. Zhuo Yang and his teammates will not use this short time to risk stealing one.

The Chinese team feels Brazil is invincible, and the Brazilians see the Chinese team as an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. Deeply jealous of each other.

No one dared to drive the opponent crazy, no matter what, no matter what, wait for the penalty kick to become a tacit understanding.

Peng Peng started a new round of ‘Psychologically Implied Dafa’, and kept saying to Tixi and Alisson: “Lao Zhuo’s so-called BUG is really just bluffing, no one understands him better than I...”

Zhuo Yang used a smile to convey confidence to his teammates and fans: Everything is under control, let's get things done today!

'Beep! The Serbian referee Marzic blew the end of the game for 120 minutes, and people all over the world ushered in a penalty kick.

This is an epic battle, from before the game to the game, thirty-six counts, ups and downs, no matter the ending, this game is the glory of football.

Another point is that the game is not uncomfortable. The two sides competed for each other without leaving their hands. **** and Kadasi also ended up injured. There were disputes, saliva, and conflicts in the game, but neither the Chinese team nor Brazil was too special. Under the awe of the boss Zhuo Yang, the game was a pure football dispute after all.

Ma Zicqi did not show a yellow card.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the team doctors, assistant coaches, and substitute players on the bench of the Chinese team were all like dogs grabbing shit. After catching a player on the field, they fell down and began to massage their legs. Eleven people lay on the ground and drank water leisurely, and the technicians worked hard.

For the penalty shootout, the Chinese team has already very mature preparations and plans. Seeing Zhuo Yang panting well, Sforza said: "Come as prepared?"

"Yeah. No problem, don't worry."

Sforza nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, then you are responsible for arranging the order."

"Tons, tons, tons~" Zhuo Yang took a few more sips of water, cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Maro, you are the first."

"O Chiba K—" Maro sang loudly. Penalty kick is the primary psychological quality, which Zhuo Yang absolutely trusts Maro. And Maro is obviously also very satisfied with being the first to steal.

"Iron egg, you are the second one."

Zhang Linpeng raised his hand: "Leave it to me."

"Old man, you are the third one."

You Deshui said that he received it with a ‘yoha~~~’.

"I played fourth." Zhuo Yang said.

Everyone roared with laughter again. This move shows that Zhuo Yang predicts that the penalty kick will be determined in the fourth round, and he will come to the end in person.

"Old Zheng, you are the fifth one."

Zheng Zhi: "Absolutely no problem." Before Zhuo Yang, that is, before 2008, Dazhi was the chief penalty shooter of the Chinese team. Although the goal rate was average, he was reliable.

"Azhe, sixth."

"Xiao Hao, you are seventh."

"Basket (Alan), eighth."

"Nick (Li Ke), ninth."

"Little Jiang (Guangtai), tenth."

Everyone agreed, and goalkeeper Da Lei was naturally the eleventh.

"Brother Zhuo, I can actually get ahead." Wang Dalei said, "Or...Iron egg, let's change and let me kick the second one?"

The guests and technicians burst into laughter again.

"Okay, Dalei, I'll mainly see you later, don't grab business with us." Zhuo Yang said, "You will know how to play in South Africa eight years ago, so I don't need to say more about it. . Remember, you can be as crazy as you want for a while, as long as you don’t foul, it’s up to you."

"Don't worry, brother. I'll let one Brazilian in at most today, bah, bah..., no one can go in, there is no door."

"Hahahahaha..."

Compared with the self-confidence and relaxation of the Chinese team, Brazil is also very active, and the psychologist Peng Peng is tirelessly telling everyone "There is nothing suspenseful".

"Is it hard to stop us from drawing a blind spot? Of course not, we are all Brazilians. Brazil has 100 million people playing football, and we finally came out of our 20 or so. Of course, you can draw a blind spot with your eyes closed, right?"

We all know that he is talking nonsense, but at this time we need such nonsense, so when Peng Peng said one sentence, the Brazilians conformed to one sentence collectively, and they burned themselves to build up their confidence.

The Brazilian internationals are all old football players, knowing that sometimes self-deception is better than playing chicken blood. Peng Peng is willing to be a political commissar, and everyone gathers firewood.

In fact, thinking about it, there is really nothing terrible, Zhuo Yang has bugs, but we have footwork. As Peng Peng said, as long as you aim at the blind spot and draw vigorously, you don't need to hit five free throws. Three hits are definitely no problem, and three are basically enough, because the Chinese team can't make every move.

Zhuo Yang's penalty BUG sees through the penalty shooter, not the goalkeeper. The Chinese team's penalty kicker has no advantage. Alisson is a penalty kick goalkeeper, as long as he saves two, the two sides can tie.

If luck is better, for example, if we score one more, or the Chinese team kicks one, won’t this win?

The above three paragraphs are the self-psychological hints of Brazilians, not the author.

Pengpeng political commissar spits and stars everywhere, and the corners of his mouth are all white Momo. Head coach Titt frowned and nodded secretly.

"Well said, David. You come and punish us first."

Pengpeng: "...good, good." He swallowed: "No problem, no problem—"

"Neymar, second."

"Tiago, third."

"Coutinho, you are fourth."

"Fimi, fifth."

"Fernandinho, UU reading www.uukanshu.com sixth."

"Marcelo, seventh."

"Douglas, eighth."

"Augusto, ninth."

"Marquinhos, tenth."

Whether it is true or not, both parties are confident at this moment. After a brief repair and registration, Mariqi sounded the whistle, and both sides walked to the middle circle and halted each.

Zhuo Yang wanted to give clear instructions to Wang Dalei in the distant middle circle, and the cameras all shook towards him. At this moment, Zhuo Yang is undoubtedly a big man who can decide the outcome.

Is Neymar a big shot? It should be too, Pompong, Tixi, Kuniao, flattering, etc., they are all big shots. The story of the football world has always been determined by the big figures.

It's just that sometimes a small person, a very small person, a small person who is insignificant than a passerby, a bandit, or a soldier, will also determine the ending of a thrilling penalty shootout.