No one was there to stop him. Feng Renliang straightened his right foot and hit the ball with his instep.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

Huang Jianxiang's voice seemed to accelerate the ball.

Lorris closed the corner firmly, his fists held high, and the ball was hit.

The ball is not scored.

what!

very scary.

French fans shivered for a while.

It was Loris who kept the French team's hopes, or the score would become 0:2.

Feng Renliang's shot was of high quality, but Loris' performance was excellent.

Corner kick.

Dong Fangzhuo, Zheng Zhi, and Li Weifeng all appeared in the middle, Gao Lin was at the front point, and the rear point dragged Feng Renliang far, but Huang Bowen went to take a corner kick.

"This corner kick put a lot of force into it. Actually, five people entered the French team's big penalty area. Outside the big penalty area, there was a Zhao Xuri guard. This is to beat France to death..."

"Klauchen's positioning tactics are not only stunning, but also not conservative at all. After finishing the free kick, he now plays corner kicks."

"So many people appear in the French team's big penalty area, it is estimated that there will be unexpected corner tactics..."

The restricted area was full of people, and even Anelka would have returned after he ran away.

Beep,

Huang Bowen rubbed a half-height arc with his right foot.

what?

The French were dumbfounded, the ball did not fly into the restricted area, but flew to the restricted area line!

There is Zhao Xuri.

"Zhao Xuri!"

This is a tactical corner kick. The firepower of the Chinese team is almost concentrated in the big penalty area of ​​the French team. Only Zhao Xuri is outside the big penalty area, but the French player has no way to take care of Zhao Xuri. The closest guy is Anelka. But this guy is not a defensive player, and did not block in the first place.

Zhao Xuri directly hit the ball and shoot!

With a bang, the ball was drawn in an arc of external rotation, cutting through Anelka's ear, and it was about to fall into the upper right corner of the goal.

Loris responded quickly, but it was not as fast as the ball and failed to fly to that height.

duang!

The ball hit the lintel heavily, and quickly popped the bottom line.

"Oh..."

The heart can't stand it!

French fans almost covered their hearts with both hands, and the whole body was cool, and many people began to cross up.

Thank God, thank God!

The French team escaped again.

But, for the Mao France team to be rubbed against the turf by China? Shouldn’t the French team beat the Chinese team?

This picture, French fans still can't accept it, just make up 10,000 times in the brain, this kind of thing is unlikely to happen. But now the Chinese team's play is quite flexible and weird. Almost every attack is beyond the expectations of France. Whether it is a positioning ball or this corner kick, they have played an amazing cooperation. Is this really the previous Chinese team?

The whole team is full of spirituality.

Although there are still many offensive opportunities for the French team, the creativity shown by Chinese players is far from that of French players!

"!!!!!!"

"Almost killed France!"

"Xiao Feng, so little luck, the first goal of the World Cup almost came."

"This lintel and the Chinese team can't get through it."

"..."

The ball flew out of the bottom line and the French team finally won the ball, but in just three minutes, their goal had withstood two painful tests. If it wasn't luck, it might have gone to hell.

Captain Evra continued to press down with his hands, indicating that his teammates were calm and calm!

Nothing happened, no goals conceded, you are so calm.

The ball kicked out again. This time they attacked on the right. Malouda passed the ball to Gewu. With the physical advantage, Gewu had no way to carry Zhao Xuri. Zhao Xuri didn't fight him hard. Instead, he kept protecting the inside and followed Gouwu back to the half. When Gouwu tried to break through with his speed, Zhu Ting blocked in time and kicked the ball out of the bottom line.

"Sansha."

"Sansha."

"A piece of sand." Deseli shook his head constantly in the French live broadcast room. "I haven't seen many matches from France until now. Except for the pass from Ribery to Anelka, the others are singles. Fighting alone, playing a single game, not creative, and even not transferring the ball on a large scale. Such a rigid offense, how to break the goal, the Chinese team players will not stand there for you."

Malouda still out of bounds, Gouwu received the ball again, let the ball step on the foot, but saw Ribery wind and dust rushed to come, and then the ball was dialed to him!

Huang Bowen followed closely, but Ribery was faster. While Ribery caught the ball with his right foot, his body twisted slightly to the left. When Huang Bowen happened to arrive, he flicked his right foot slightly and actually wore his crotch. Now!

Huang Bowen didn't expect that, when he wanted to remedy, Ribery had already swept past him.

Perhaps Ribery is the most calm and normal player in the French team.

He successfully passed Huang Bowen.

but,

Ribery was obviously happy too early.

Buzz...

The ear drum hummed instantly.

Zheng Zhi ran over from the left side, not only hit him hard, but also stuck in position!

Ribery lost the ball at his feet.

His running position is large, and Zheng Zhi's running range is also very large.

Beep,

Zheng Zhi fouled and gave the French team a free kick in the frontcourt.

"Be careful, Zheng Zhi, but you are carrying a yellow card..."

Huang Jianxiang felt cold and sweated.

"It's okay, this side impact, no footing, the general referee rarely draws cards, not to mention Zheng Zhi's purpose is to get a card, not to deliberately come to the people, mainly because Ribery did not notice Zheng at the time. Wisdom appears from the side. But with a yellow card on his back, he still has to take it easy." Fan Zhiyi commented.

"Although I took a bit of risk, Zheng Zhi's replacement was quite timely. His consciousness and overall situation are too good. If the Chinese team has more Zheng Zhi, the midfield strength will be improved."

Zeng Chengmao commanded the human wall at the left goal post. Li Weifeng and Feng Xiaoting were also pulling teammates to cooperate. Feng Renliang was slower in front and was yelled by Zheng Zhi.

This is the spirit of the Chinese team!

The positioning ball is nearly 28 meters from the goal. The big penalty area is to the right. The Frenchman has the ability to directly hit the goal.

Ribery and Malouda were standing in front of the ball at the same time. They didn't know who was going to play. Both had the strength to hit the goal. But no matter what they play, Chinese players have built a high wall of people in front of them. It is definitely not easy to kick the ball over.

Beep,

Malouda quickly ran up and slammed a shot!

Ribery quickly followed behind.

boom

The right foot volleyed vigorously.

Zhu Ting!

He covered his crotch, and he resisted Ribery's bang on the door with a disease.

It hurts,

What a pain!

But the next moment, Chinese fans were surprised.

Even Zhu Ting, who was covering his crotch with a painful face, still gritted his teeth and swept the ball out of the boundary with his right foot. Ribery, who was rushing up and wanted to shoot again, could only do so. His face was unbelievable. Looking at Zhu Ting.

Man, you are too fierce! Don't you have eggs? You can get the ball out if it hurts so much?

He really wanted to take off Zhu Ting's pants to see what happened. The foot shot just now was absolutely fierce enough. Zhu Ting couldn't be more comfortable, but Zhu Ting was able to hold back the pain and relieve the crisis.

Hao Haidong was happy, and his mouth sprang: "Strong man, I feel like Zhu Ting was just exploding a bunker just now, and succumbing to justice..."

"This……"

The Chinese fans at the scene immediately chanted: "Zhu Ting, Niu Niu!"

"Zhu Ting, great!"

"You are a real man!"

Ribery quickly ran to the side, got the ball again, and then Zhu Ting, Zhu Ting's body recovery speed is simply super fast! At this moment, Ribery was already tightly blocked.

Ribery had a calf tail on his right foot, pulled the ball back in an extremely small space, and pushed it forward.

Wear crotch?

It’s impossible for my old Zhu to be tricked by your little trick. Although Zhu Ting’s legs are also wide open, but the orientation is different, the ball did not pass through. As a result, when Ribery ran over the head, the ball was still in front of Zhu Ting.

Zhu Ting kicked the ball forward immediately, and Dong Fangzhuo received the ball.

Then, he drove the ball on the wing, Malouda hurriedly arrived, but Dong Fangzhuo's taillight was getting farther and farther, and he couldn't catch up.

Swish swish,

He drew the ball straight to the bottom line, France's right defender Sanea was just about to come up, Dong Fangzhuo pushed the ball forward, the whole person went to his left, stepped on the sideline and continued to accelerate!

He is just a wild horse, if you want to chase it, it is wishful thinking!

As soon as Dong Fangzhuo looked up, his left foot immediately sent a curve ball! He has balanced left and right feet, and he doesn't need any adjustment and switching of his usual pass.

"Feng Renliang!"

The ball passed the Gala and Abidal high, Feng Renliang killed on the right, surrounded by the fierce Evra.

The two men's speed was up and down, and they rushed to the right side of the big penalty area and ran towards the ball.

"Damn!"

The ball happened to fall to the turf in front of them, but Evra was even better. He took the lead and stretched out his long, thick black legs.

Snapped

A precise sweeping shovel,

The ball was swept out of the penalty area by him first.

This is a very risky move, but Evra is still brave. If he doesn't shoot, Feng Renliang is likely to be able to grab the ball and shoot. At such a close distance, it is still a question whether Loris can hold it. For tackles, the worst result is nothing more than a penalty kick.

At this time, Evra had no choice and no time to think.

Get it right!

Diaby hurried back to the front of the big penalty area, a sharp brake, hooked the ball in front of the left heel, and then turned around!

Uh,

This time, he didn't drag the mud at all, immediately passed the ball straight out, and Ribery braked and turned from Zheng Zhi's side at the same time!

Stupid! Zheng Zhi shouted in his heart, but turning around was really not as fast as Ribery, let alone explosive power.

Ribery bounced off the arrow and successfully got the ball.

Ohye, Ohye, Ohye!

In an instant, the French fans boiled. Ribery immediately rushed the ball after taking the ball. At this time, there was Anelka on the right to help him pull off the defense.

Zhang Linpeng and Li Weifeng hurriedly closed from both sides, but when they rushed, Ribery suddenly stopped and changed direction, immediately dunked the ball to the right. Feng Xiaoting did not make a move, but could not judge what Ribery was going to do .

Fortunately, there was Zhu Ting. Zhu Ting recovered in a timely manner. He froze in front of Anelka and prevented Anelka from pushing forward.

In a flash, Ribery flashed a space to the right.

Get up!

Feng Xiaoting stretched out his left foot and could only do so.

But Ribery's right foot clasped, and gently flicked Feng Xiaoting.

I wiped, Feng Xiaoting's left foot fell on the turf, and stomped on the turf. His body had not lost his balance, but he was helpless to Ribery.

Ribery's fast violin pulled the ball and instantly cut into the Chinese team's big penalty area.

Uh!

And Li Weifeng!

Feng Xiaoting's efforts grabbed a fighter for the defense that Li Weifeng was just playing with. Of course, Li Weifeng was also able to take a step ahead. His left foot was stopped in front of Ribery.

Just hit the ball first! However, no effort was exerted! There is little change in the course of the ball.

When Li Weifeng found that he also had short legs...

but!

Ribery fell!

After a dog fell down to eat shit, the man fell forward and still face first.

What a fate~lightnovelpub.net~Ribery...

Beep,

"My grass,"

"Fake?"

At that moment, everyone's eyes were on the referee in the live broadcast room, on the stands, in front of the TV, inside and outside the stadium...

It depends on the gesture of the referee raising.

His right hand may soon become a butcher knife...

"Penalty!"

"Damn!"

"Ribery, you made me lose my worship!"

"You are not like this."

"You are not Ribery I know!"

"Are you still Scar Scar?"