rpbooks Chapter 365 We are going to Europe!
Chapter 365 We are going to Europe!
Chapter 365 We are going to Europe!
Huelva's defender Cáceres was originally defending closely with Fan Bizhuang. When the football rolled over, Caceres quickly started, wanting to get off the ball as soon as Fan Bizhuang received the ball. Stealing, even if you can't steal it, you must resist the opponent so that he cannot complete the turn.
As a result, this sudden omission immediately deceived him. When he was in a daze, the football had already slipped past the two of them and landed at the feet of Fernandez who was following from behind.
The position on the left side of the top of the arc in the penalty area, facing the goal, the space for shooting is wide open!
"Wonderful leak! Fan's sudden stroke of genius created an excellent shooting space for his teammates!"
"Can Fernandez seize this excellent scoring opportunity? After a slight adjustment, the Chilean lifted his foot and shot directly—"
"A beautiful curve ball, Fernandez chose the far corner of the goal!"
Amidst the exclamation of the commentators, the football rose from the ground and quickly spun towards the back corner of the goal with a clear semi-circular arc.
Velva's goalkeeper Sorrentino reacted quickly. Faced with this shot with excellent speed and angle, he moved his feet quickly, leaped sideways, and stretched his arms as much as possible.
All the fans were nervously watching the home team's penalty area. A second later, all the fans of the visiting team sighed unwillingly and regretfully.
This time the duel between the goalkeeper and the shooter finally ended with Sorrentino's victory. The fingertips of the old Italian goalkeeper barely touched the football. Although they could not stop the forward momentum of the football, the fingertips A little touch is enough!
The football changed direction slightly, then hit the left post of the goal and popped out of the baseline!
"Goalposts! Soccer blocked by posts again!"
"I can't believe it! Which goal post is this game? The fourth? Or the fifth? I think the hearts of the Villarreal fans are broken at this moment. Their luck today is really too much." Terrible!"
"If luck is just a little bit better, maybe the current score will not be 1:0! What a pity, if Villarreal loses this game in the end, then they must not lose to Huelva, Instead, I lost to God!"
Fernandez stomped his feet depressedly, and muttered cursingly.Such an excellent scoring opportunity and the opportunity to become the hero of the team were right in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it, so he was naturally extremely depressed.
Not only him, but also the players of the visiting team all looked speechless and helpless. In this game, the team's fighting spirit was not a problem, and the performance was not bad, but the luck was really terrible, and they kept suppressing However, the opponent scored a goal in turn, and then the offensive was like a wave. Unexpectedly, the goalpost became their biggest enemy again.
Many people felt a sense of depression in their hearts. On the football field, there is actually a "superstition" saying, just like now, if God doesn't let them score goals, can they really still score points?Many people are beating drums in their hearts and have lost confidence.
A trace of regret and helplessness flashed in Fan Bizhuang's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.The will of his teammates has already begun to become depressed. As the captain on the field, if he shows a depressed mood again, it will definitely make things worse and make the team even more frustrated.
Fan Bizhuang didn't use words to encourage his teammates either. There was no need for this anymore. The game time was almost at the end. At this time, what the team needed was scoring goals, not unnutritious words of encouragement.
"Santiago! San Diego!"
Fan Bizhuang clapped his hands and suddenly roared. Everyone's eyes were on him, and then they turned to look at Cazorla not far away.
Cazorla was also distracted by Fernandez's shot hitting the post, but when he saw Fan Bizhuang waving and yelling at him, he was stunned and a little dazed.
"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and go to the flagpole!"
Cazorla was stunned, and bright colors suddenly burst out in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, but he was still a little suspicious: "Can it be done?"
"It doesn't matter that much, just do it as we usually cooperate! Don't forget, we are the 'meal card combination' that makes the La Liga are frightened! No, we have to do it!"
"it is good!"
Cazorla nodded, and trotted towards the corner flagpole.
The bewildered look on the faces of the teammates also subsided a lot. Obviously, the big guy also thought of something, and the brilliance of hope reappeared.
Yeah, we haven't lost yet, we still have Santiago, we still have Fan, and... meal card combination!The meal card combination can always surprise everyone at critical moments. This time, it should be... the same, right?
The players still had uncertain expressions on their faces. Fan Bizhuang was already directing the big guys to rush into the penalty area, ready to compete for this corner kick.He also waved his hand towards the distance, and Diego Lopez ran up!
"This is a corner kick! Don't think that this attack is over. I think everyone may have forgotten the fact that Villarreal still has a combination of bugs against the sky. Yes, they are 'fans'. Card combination'! This time, when the team is in crisis, can the meal card combination create another miracle?"
"Although I also think that the set-piece scoring ability of the meal card combination is very strong, but today... Villarreal's ball handling is really terrible! They are not fighting against Huelva, nor are they fighting against the post. , Their opponent is... God! God doesn't let them score, what can they do? Can they... really defeat God?"
"Of the 11 players from the visiting team, at least 9 of them rushed into the penalty area, even the goalkeeper! Villarreal is completely insane. If one is not good, they are likely to be countered by Huelva again. Come and score goals... Of course, that's not the point, it doesn't make any difference to them to lose one goal or two goals!"
"Come on, Villarreal! Come on, submarine! Their determination and persistence to never give up have infected me. Although as a commentator, I must ensure a neutral position, I still want to silently shout a word of cheer for them in my heart. !"
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Inside a house in the northern suburbs of London.
Bella and Felisa were staring nervously at the TV screen in front of them. Fan Bizhuang's ingenious omission, which was full of imagination, caused the two women to scream and clap in unison. After Fernandez's shot was hit by the goalkeeper on the post, The two women sighed regretfully again.
"Is this guy a pig? He couldn't grasp such a good opportunity, and he was able to hit the pillar. Even if I went up and kicked it, he was better than him!"
Felisa complained angrily.
Bella was amused in her heart, but her face was full of regret: "Fan's luck is too bad! This is already the fourth post, right? It seems that God is not on their side today."
"It's the fifth!" Felisa corrected, and then she yelled again because she saw Cazorla running towards the corner flagpole, "Corner! This is a chance for a corner! The attack is not over yet! Aunt Bella , This is a corner kick! This is a great opportunity for the stinky hooligan to score a goal!"
"Yes, the meal card combination is very famous, and the goal rate of set kicks is very high."
"You said, can the stinky hooligan really score goals?" Felisa seemed to be asking herself and answering. After saying this, she added in an extremely firm tone, "Yes! He will definitely score! He will definitely be able to go to Europe after this game!"
Bella shook her head, then nodded again, with a look of hope in her eyes: "Yes, I will definitely be able to enter! I must... be able to go to Europe!"
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Barcelona. Tongs bar.
"This guy named Fernandez is such a hot chicken! You can't even score this goal, MD, if you can't do it, replace me! I wasted Fan's exquisite goal assist! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!!!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Keep watching! The game is not over yet! Corner kick! See, this is a chance for a corner kick!"
"Oh, the meal card combination is coming! Needless to say, Fan, use your powerful header to smash the opponent's goal hard!"
"I see Xuan, God favors Huelva even more today!"
"Hey, hey, which side are you on? Let me tell you, Fan will definitely be able to score! If you can't score, MD, I... I'll... we'll kill you!"
"..."
The drinkers were laughing and cursing, but the squabbling was slapstick, and everyone was staring at the TV on the fireplace with nervous and expectant expressions.
Fidel also clenched his fist and stood under the TV: "Go in! You must go in!"
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Colombino Stadium.
Cazorla glanced into the distance. There were crowds in the penalty area. There were teammates and opponents. Fan Bizhuang was surrounded by defensive players.
Such a situation is not surprising. Since the "meal card combination" became famous, no opponent has dared to treat it with carelessness. As a "specialized household for grabbing points", it is not surprising that Fan Bizhuang has followers by his side.
Cazorla took a deep breath, and after a short run-up, kicked the football high into the sky above the penalty area.
"It's up to you! Fan!"
The football flew into the penalty area high and fast. Fan Bizhuang, who was originally in front of the goal, turned around and ran towards the back of the goal when Cazorla was about to hit the football. Suddenly kicked the ground and jumped up.
The defenders were thrown away by his sudden sprint, and when he wanted to find the target again, Fan Bizhuang had already jumped high.
"Van! He got rid of the defender!"
"He jumped!"
"The meal card combination is coming... Can it reach the football? This is Villarreal's last chance in this game!"
"Fan! Fan! Fan!!!"
Amid the shouts of the audience, Fan Bizhuang jumped higher than anyone else, and his super-strong ability to stay in the air was fully displayed at this moment. go.
All the way to the ball!
"We're going to Europe!"
"No one can stop us! God, not!"
"So, let me in!!!"
Fan Bizhuang let out a roar!
The football collided violently with the head, and then, whistling, galloped towards the upper left corner of the goal!
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