Chapter 796 The Perfect Halftime
Chapter 796 The Perfect Halftime
Chapter 796 The Perfect Halftime
In the 304th minute of the first half, Fan Bizhuang instigated and sent a key pass. Iniesta pushed and broke the net. Spain took the lead and the score became 1:0!
The football city stadium was like a volcano erupting for a while, boiling extremely.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Iniesta scored the first goal of the World Cup final and gave Spain the lead! Assisted by... Fan!"
"I'm not surprised that the Dutch team conceded the goal. After Fan gradually exerted his strength, the Dutch team, especially the side guarded by Van Bommel, frequently appeared in danger. Now Fan just completely expanded this danger. , It affects the whole body, Van Bommel's defeat at this point led to the defeat of the entire team's defense!"
"There is nothing easier than scoring a goal like this, Van did everything he could, Iniesta just had to adjust his pace and angle in front of the goal, and with that push, Spain... were ahead! "
"This is a goal that changed the balance of the game. The situation of the Dutch team is not good. They must score as soon as possible. Everyone knows that after taking the lead, the Spanish team, which is playing more and more relaxed, is even more terrifying!"
The commentators were screaming, and the Spanish fans in the stands were cheering and shouting.
Waves of red people came and went in the stands, and every Spanish fan had excited emotions on their faces.
In an unnoticed corner, Felica jumped up excitedly from her seat, hugging and jumping with Molina who also jumped up with fists.
"Go in! Go in!! Go in!!! We scored! 1:0! 1:0! We are ahead! Andres is calm, his goal is so beautiful!"
"Of course, Uncle Fan's assist is even more exciting!"
"Long live Spain! Long live Uncle Fan!"
Felica couldn't stop cheering. She herself is an authentic Spanish national and a die-hard fan. Her country took the lead in scoring the first goal in such a major game as the World Cup final. How could this not cheer her up? Not to mention, she is Fan Bizhuang's closest "die-hard fan".
The only thing that makes her feel a little regretful is that this goal was not scored by her "Uncle Fan", but in the face of such an exciting goal, she doesn't complain about this little flaw - anyway, this goal She also has a contribution from Fan Bizhuang, which makes her feel very proud.
Molina didn't blame his daughter for yelling like a crazy girl. Although in his opinion, Felisa's crazy movements and yelling were not so ladylike and dignified, but at this moment, he didn't feel happy at all in his heart. replaced.
"Come on, Spain!"
"Come on, Fan!"
Molina raised his arms and shouted.
……
"Nice goal!"
"If I remember correctly, this is the first final goal we scored in the history of the World Cup!"
"Andres played great, he made new history in our Iberian football!"
The audience was boiling and screaming uncontrollably. Perhaps infected by the fiery atmosphere, His Majesty the King Juan Carlos I also stood up. Although he didn't shout excitedly, he did While clapping his hands, he smiled happily and praised the elites and celebrities from all walks of life around him.
"Fan Ke also did a good job. He has at least half of the credit for this goal."
His Majesty the King has not forgotten to say such a word of approval to his friend Mr. Puerta.
Mr. Puerta had a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and looked aside. Beside him, Little Prata and Angle were already crazy with excitement. The former was jumping and cheering, the latter Sitting on the seat and clapping hands again and again, the excited little face was flushed.As if this was not enough to vent their excitement, during Angle's screams, little Prata even picked up the little girl, and just hugged her and circled around in place.
"You're already this big, yet you're not stable enough!"
Mr. Puerta glared at his son, but there was no trace of blame on his face.
Little Plata smiled awkwardly, but didn't care, and continued to celebrate wildly with Angle.
……
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this?"
"Is this a goal?"
"Oh, I really made it in! But why didn't Zhuang'er make it in?...Oh, it was with Zhuang'er's companions, that's something to be happy about. Oh, come on, come on, front teeth (Spain) come on Zhuang Er, come on!"
Even if she doesn't know much about football, the old lady also knows the current situation. It's her grandson who took advantage of it. She didn't see the blond foreigners who were wearing the same clothes as her grandson, and they were yelling non-stop. Well, the old lady was also happy, she clapped her hands and applauded again and again, but she couldn't even name the country of Spain completely.
"The ball has been scored! The ball has been scored!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Ma'am, your grandson is really... this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, and this! He is awesome!"
"Well done, Andres! Well done, Van!"
"The most beautiful thing is Fan Yi's series of breakthroughs. He played around the entire defense line of the Dutch team by himself! Old lady, thank you, thank you for sending such an outstanding Fan to us!"
The foreigners shouted happily, and some people did not forget to give a thumbs up to the old lady who had a lively chat just now. Although she couldn't understand what they were talking about, the old lady could feel that these people were praising her grandson, old man On his face, he smiled so much that it seemed that even the wrinkles had been smoothed out a lot.
Fan Lao and Lin Aigu also kept applauding, while Lin Zheng and other young men and women of the Lin family were even more enthusiastic. A few boys imitated the foreigners and took off their jerseys. Holding it in my hand, I waved it and shouted, completely out of excitement.
Seeing this "unseemly" scene, Lin Aiguo frowned, and was about to reprimand, but was held back by Fan Lao.
"Let the children be happy! It's different from us. If we are like us, wouldn't we lose the vigor and enthusiasm that young people should have?"
Lin Aiguo nodded, stopped talking, smiled, and continued clapping.
……
On the field.
The Spanish team's celebration also came to an end. Iniesta pushed away the encirclement of his teammates, opened his arms and hugged Fan Bizhuang.
"Good pass, Fan."
Fan Bizhuang nodded with a chuckle, and said: "You used to make balls for me. This time, I also came to help others. Ha, Andres, you also have to thank David for his kindness. Rang is the most delicate place."
This is true. Fan Bizhuang is very comfortable playing the ball, but Villa’s contribution cannot be denied. His pass confused the attention of the Dutch defense, which allowed Iniesta Adjust the kick more calmly and complete the shot.
Villa waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't say that, I know the ball was not for me, and I don't have much space to catch the ball, so it's still your pass that penetrated." Strength, speed and strength are just right. I am convinced, Fan, not only is your shooting ability very strong, but your passing skills are not worse than goals!"
Iniesta laughed, put his arms around Villa's shoulders, and said, "David, have you forgotten that this guy was born as a full-back, and his ability to break through and assist is top-notch. Do you think it’s just luck? Fortunately, Fan is now focusing more on scoring goals. Otherwise, if Fan continues to follow the path of passing the ball, Maybe the core midfielder of our team has to change Fan to sit down, so what's the matter with us!"
The surrounding teammates also grinned when they heard the words, but they all nodded in agreement.
They are very clear about Fan Bizhuang's growth trajectory. He debuted from La Masia but was rejected by Barcelona. After switching to the small town team Villarreal, he ushered in a new life. In the first two seasons in the small town, his Sharp breakthroughs and precise passing are the sharp knives the team relies on most for scoring goals.Only later, Fan Bizhuang's scoring ability was too dazzling, and his passing skills gradually tended to be forgotten.
But in fact, whether in the league or in the European arena, Fan Bizhuang has wonderful assists from time to time. He is almost an all-around talent on the football field. He can do everything except the goalkeeper position. Well done, it's enough to wow everyone.
Fan Bizhuang waved his hand first, then raised his hand and patted it, and said loudly: "Okay, don't talk about it, this is the scene of the World Cup finals, not about my sycophantic competition. Guys, let's go together now The ball is in the lead, and the advantage of the game is in our hands, we have to make persistent efforts, try to score another goal, and completely secure the victory!"
Fan Bizhuang's words were unanimously recognized by everyone, and the players suddenly agreed.
Soon, the game restarted.
Affected by this conceded goal, the Dutch team's performance suddenly took a turn for the worse. The team's three lines seemed a bit chaotic. After all, the goal had just been scored, and the spirit and fighting spirit had not yet recovered. There are some differences. Some people want to attack aggressively, hoping to get back the disadvantage as soon as possible, while the defensive players want to defend first, and don't give the opponent a chance to take advantage of the victory.
The confusion in the Dutch team created better attacking opportunities for the Spanish team. Buoyed by the score, the scrappy Spain team rushed towards the Dutch half-time, with Xavi and Iniesta leading the way. The axis gradually controlled the rhythm of the game, and the initiative gradually tilted towards the Matador Corps.
In just a few minutes, the Dutch team withstood the baptism of the opponent's stormy offensive. The defense line was constantly in danger, and goalkeeper Stekelenburg became the busiest person on the field.
It is precisely because of the heroic performance of the old goalkeeper Stekelenburg, although the Dutch team was suppressed in an extremely embarrassing situation, his left and right blocks still managed to keep the goal from falling again.
(End of this chapter)
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