When Feng Shiyao's singing disappeared in the recording studio, even if he didn't have to look at the sound engineer, the agent Zhang Shu knew it very well. This time, he couldn't help but clap his hands.

At the same time, the recording studio next to him also gave thumbs up to Feng Shiyao behind the glass window: "Perfect, a success!"

Warm cheers rang throughout the studio.

Among them, Xiao Yingying jumped up and shouted, making her less conspicuous.

But Xiao Yingying was not for Feng Shiyao, but because of Gao Zheng's goal.

She rushed to the glass window and made an "OK" gesture to Feng Shiyao.

Seeing this gesture, Feng Shiyao froze for a moment, then laughed with relief.

There is no better news than this.

Gao Zheng scored.

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When football rolled into the Juventus goal, the cheers on the spot reached a climax.

Atletico Madrid fans shouted desperately, turning Calderón Stadium into a volcanic eruption.

The hot magma turned into cheers and shone through the sky.

"GAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!" Carresa yelled. He has not yelled out such a voice for months. Although he is an Italian narrator, he should be emotionally on Juventus' side, but seeing this If he doesn't cheer for a beautiful goal, I'm sorry for the profession of "football commentator".

"Gao Zheng's Heel!!! Hey! Good shot! Good shot!! Gao Zheng's third heel in this game..."

He Ping's shouting only started, and was interrupted by Xu Yang's hoarse noise: "Pretty! Gao Zheng! Beautiful! What if there is a high wall in front of Gao Zheng? Then overthrow it! Once! The heel was blocked by a handball, and the heel was blocked by a hand twice, the third time? The thing is nothing but three! The third time depends on how you block it!"

He Ping turned his head to look at Xu Yang, who was roaring next to him, and smiled, not angry at all because Xu Yang snatched himself.

"High heel shot! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!! High! High! Atletico Madrid lead Juventus 1:0 at home! At the 64th minute, the deadlock was finally broken!" Jose Maria's voice It reached Dong Jin through the radio. The Atletico Madrid fan who couldn't go to watch the game happily jumped on the bed and rolled.

"Long live Gao Gao! Long live Atletico Madrid!"

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After shooting, Gao Zheng turned to see the football rolling the goal. His first reaction was that the Juventus defensive players in front of him spread their hands before turning and running to celebrate the goal with his teammates.

The Juventus players mocked by Gao Zheng did not jump like thunder, but stood standing still one by one.

Buffon almost fell to the ground when Gao Zheng shot, and now he still maintains a half-kneeling posture, no smile on his face.

Before every time he saved Atletico Madrid's shot, he would smile at each other, which is also a psychological tactic.

However, his psychological tactics didn't help, and the ball should be lost.

And Gao Zheng finished the ball with his heel.

After two consecutive heel shots were made, he seemed to be in the same direction as the heel shot. He must use the heel to complete the goal.

This time he got his wish.

This is certainly good for Gao Zheng, but not for Buffon...

This means that he lost the battle with Gao Zheng-regardless of the final result of this game, at least he lost the ball when facing Gao Zheng again.

But this lost ball can't complain to anyone. His teammates have tried their best to defend Gao Zheng, and they have performed very well.

They joined forces to surround Gao Zheng with the Juventus defensive player's ability and replaced it with any other striker. I'm afraid this attack has ended.

So Buffon had no idea that Gao Zheng could still shoot.

The result was that this unexpected, Gao Zheng really shot, an unconventional heel shot, put the football into his goal.

"...Juventus had a perfect defensive performance before this game this season. They maintained a record of zero goals conceded in all six games, but this record became history when they met a high level. The first goal drop of the season was born. Buffon's record of consecutive non-throw goals was set at 1,044 minutes..." Carresa said.

Although it is already a new height of Buffon's career in one hundred and forty-four minutes without conceding the ball, when the record is broken, it will still make people feel sorry and unwilling.

And while Buffon created his personal record, Gao Zheng will also be recorded in the annals of history as a "record terminator".

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The TV broadcast replayed Gao Zheng's goal again and again, slammed into Juventus' penalty area, and faced with heavy siege, unexpectedly chose to shoot with the heel, which was really bold for the artist.

The fans who watched Gao Zheng's collective climax, Atletico Madrid fans exclaimed again and again.

Some Chinese netizens praised this beautiful goal improvisational poem on the Internet: "Gao Zheng scored a beautiful picture. I wanted to sing a poem, but I am not cultured, but I hang on my lips!"

This poem quickly resonated with a large number of netizens, and received a lot of reposts and support. Everyone reposted comments: "I am awesome!"

At this time node at three o'clock in the morning, the network is very lively, like a day.

Every Chinese fan can't be excited, I'm afraid they can't fall asleep after this game.

At that time, it is entirely possible to imagine how many people will go to school with dark circles under their eyes, and hope that the level of excitement this ball can bring will help them stay up to night...

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Feng Shiyao came out of the recording studio and thanked all the staff who had worked with her until now, and also thanked the agent Zhang Shu.

Finally came to her assistant Xiao Yingying, she whispered: "Is there any video?"

"We have it on Weibo." Xiao Yingying shook her phone, but did not hand it to Feng Shiyao.

Feng Shiyao did not rush, but nodded to show that he knew.

She smiled at Xiao Yingying, tired and relaxed.

Half an overnight fight ended in victory.

When they packed up everything and left the studio, the place where the traffic was busy was usually quiet. Those busy cars during the day parked quietly on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and fell into a deep sleep.

This bustling city dragged almost everyone into a dream.

Feng Shiyao looked up, but the windows of several houses above the residential area in front of him showed flashes. The flashing light was not from the lights, but from the TV screen.

Others, like them, did not fall asleep.

Feng Shiyao knows that it is time, what is being broadcast on TV-that must be the live broadcast of the match between Atletico Madrid and Juventus.

Xiao Yingying beside her suddenly said with emotion: "It's a pity that it's not five or six o'clock in the morning, and you can't see the first light."

Feng Shi laughed at the rumor, pointing to the windows that were still flashing on the screen and said, "Look, that's light."

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