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Chapter 651 Chapter [085] - Approaching Legend - [Today's First Update]

The ball fell half a meter in front of Xu Zhou.

"Xu!!!! Xu Zhou!!!" The Italian national sports commentator jumped up from the commentary booth and waved his fists. He felt his heart beating faster, and he swore that this was the craziest time in the world for him! ! !
Shhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

It seemed that they felt the threat of this attack. There were ear-piercing boos in the sky above the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town. These were Uruguayan fans. They were the 12th Uruguayan player. They tried to use powerful sound waves to influence the young yellow-skinned boy. !

Xu Zhou was as calm as an iceberg. No, there was fiery madness in his heart, but he breathed a cool wind.From the lung cavity, the hot air breathed out, this is the footsteps of flying!
Shhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !
The boos continued, but Xu Zhou's fighting spirit remained undiminished!
Xu Zhou pushed the ball forward with his forehead, and then jumped up, just avoiding Diego Perez's savage sliding shovel on the ground behind him. After landing, his feet slipped, his hands rested on the ground, he kicked his left foot, and chased towards the ball. !

Unbelievably surprised screams, frantic boos, the boos of Cape Town's Green Point Stadium reached its apex, and even the commentator's voice could not be heard on the TV screen, and the entire stadium fell into mania! !

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Tackle?! That shit didn't succeed, Xu Zhou dodged it, beautiful, so gorgeous, waltz!! Long live!" the commentator of Italian national sports roared at the throat, and he waved his arms vigorously. The cup on the commentary was knocked over and splashed all over the football commentator next to him. He didn't know it, but the football commentator himself didn't notice.

"Stop him!"

Tabarez, head coach of the Uruguay national team, was on the sidelines, waving his arms, and shouted furiously, "Stop him!! Stop him! Stop that damn yellow monkey, damn it!"

The 62-year-old coach Oscar Washington Tabarez (Oscar Washington Tabarez) took over the Uruguayan team again in 2006. In 1990, he led the team to participate in the World Cup in Italy and helped the team qualify for the top [-].

Tabarez is one of the most famous head coaches in Uruguay. After leading the team to the World Cup in Italy in 1990, Tabarez coached the Serie A Cagliari team and achieved a good record. Then he was chosen by AC Milan, which had just lost Fabio Capello, and became the new coach of the Rossoneri. However, in 1996, AC Milan was at a low ebb.

In 2006, Tabarez regained the leadership of the Uruguayan team. In this World Cup qualifier, Tabarez's offensive and defensive tactics were fully reflected. The record of 6 wins, 6 draws and 6 losses helped the team win No.5 in South America, and finally defeated the Costa Rica team in the play-offs, and was shortlisted for the World Cup.

At this time, Tabares still had the demeanor of a famous handsome man, he was like a gambler who lost his eyes, frantically waved his fists, and roared furiously: "Stop him, kill him..."

After Xu Zhou threw away Diego Perez, Uruguay's central defender Vittorino stood in front of him. Vittorino stood in front of Xu Zhou like a murderous god, and the old coach's roar kept ringing in his ears. At this moment, he had an idea in his heart, that is, to keep Xu Zhou at any cost!
Xu Zhou's legs were swinging, and he slowed down his speed. Vittorino's position was very good, which made his plan to use his speed to force his way to the past in vain.

The ball went from his left foot to his right foot, and then from his right foot to his left foot. The experienced Vittorino was unmoved, staring at Xu Zhou's feet, trying to find the best time to kick.

"Hey, Xu Zhou!!" Gilardino shouted after him. At this time, Gilardino was very anxious to score his first goal in this competition. Now that the opportunity is in front of him, how can he not be excited.

Hearing Gilardino's excited voice, Xu Zhou suddenly started to move, pulled the ball along the way, and then lifted his right foot to pass the ball.

"Fake action?"

Just when Victorino was hesitating, Xu Zhou's right foot fell, and the arch of his foot made an arc. This was indeed a pass... Then, when Victorino was stunned, Xu Zhou had already accelerated past him...

Victorino, who had reacted, turned around and saw Xu Zhou's beautiful chest stop the ball helplessly, and left in a hurry!

"Beautiful, the cooperation between Xu and Gilardino is like lovers in love!" The Italian national sports commentator made no secret of his admiration for Xu Zhou and Gilardino's cooperation this time. He saw that after receiving Xu Zhou's pass, Gilardino did not stop the ball at all.

"Beautiful!! Xu Zhou and Gilardino's cooperation is wonderful... breaking through Vittorino, this is the second person he has passed, this is really a crazy night, it seems that God has specially set up a stage for Xu Zhou, we have seen such a situation countless times in this competition, so today Xu Zhou will continue, and get closer to the legend?!" Duan Xuan shouted excitedly.
"With the cooperation of Xu Zhou and his teammates, he passed Uruguay's central defender Vittorino!! Now there is only another Uruguayan central defender Godin in front of him... Godin rushed up!!" John Mortensen, the commentator of England's BBC, roared.

Following the passionate commentary of the two, countless fans in front of the TV took a deep breath, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

Only Godin is left!

Xu Zhou breathed heavily, his cheeks were bulging due to his violent panting, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down and flowed into the wound on the brow bone, causing burning pain.

Godin didn't dare to be careless. Behind him was the goalkeeper Muslera and the lonely goal. He had no way out.Godin, the central defender of the Uruguayan team, rushed forward with a roar. He has confidence in himself and has rich experience. He knows that the most important thing to deal with a player like Xu Zhou who has good feet and good speed is to get stuck in the position. In this way, there is a chance to break the ball. Even if he can't break the ball, he can still interfere with the opponent and make him lose confidence when he shoots...

Facing Godin, Xu Zhou chose the most direct way. He accelerated suddenly, trying to forcibly walk past Godin by virtue of his speed.

Godin's speed was not fast, but his defense felt quite good. Suddenly, his body leaned half a step to the left, which happened to be on Xu Zhou's dribbling line.

"Boy, that's it!!" The central defender of the Uruguayan national team said in his heart.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The boos of the entire Green Point Stadium in Cape Town reached another climax at this moment. Everyone was puffing their cheeks and making all the noises they could, trying to interfere with that yellow-skinned and black-haired guy. He couldn't let this kid continue to do whatever he wanted, this kid deserved to die...

Everyone was watching the passionate green field, the confrontation between Xu Zhou and Godin, this kind of confrontation is the most classic, the most passionate, the craziest, the most---

popular! !

Just when Godin thought he was stuck on Xu Zhou's path, an incredible scene happened to the Uruguayan.

Seeing that Xu Zhou was about to be blocked by Godin, who was in the position ahead of time, and the ball would also be cut off, at this time, during the short-distance high-speed sprint, Xu Zhou suddenly leaned to the right, and at the same time, his ankle shook slightly, and the ball almost rolled past Godin's feet. At the same time, Xu Zhou forcibly rushed past Godin.

"It's over!! It's over!! One-on-one!! One-on-one!! Muslera's attacking... Will he score? Will he score?" Duan Xuan's voice roared. This is the second time that this gold-medal commentator of CCTV Sports Channel is so excited for Xu Zhou.

Liu Jianhong next to him did not speak, but stood up holding the mineral water bottle with both hands.

"So fucking strong!!"

Xu Zhou felt his shoulders go numb for a while, but he couldn't care less, he had already seen the fierce eyes of Uruguayan national team goalkeeper Muslera...

Shhhhhhhh! !

The boos over the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town filled Xu Zhou's ears, he couldn't hear it, he couldn't hear it, he only had eyes on Muslera, only the goal behind Muslera! !

Lippi stood on the sidelines, clenched his fists and muttered, "Goal!! Go in... let's! Kick their balls!"

Muslera rushed out, and he decided to make a bold move. He roared and rushed to Xu Zhou's feet. He wanted to give this arrogant kid some color, let him know how powerful he was, and he was cheering himself up.

However, he only felt the grass mud and grass clippings splashed on his face. Xu Zhou suddenly pulled the ball horizontally, and with a sound of brushing, it passed by him.

Xu Zhou felt the blood all over his body, at this moment, it was hot! !

Like a ferocious beast, he looked at the empty door that appeared in front of him, exhausted all his strength, and kicked out!
At this time, he could have chosen a safer shot, but he didn't, he just wanted to volley!
volley! !
The whole right foot completely covers the ball...

It's so cool!

Pump out all the anger and anger in your heart, amidst the boos at the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town, pump!
The ball jumped up suddenly and spun into the net... so powerful that it lifted the net high... in Xu Zhou's pupils, the bulging big bag... so gorgeous!

[-]:[-]! ! !
When the Italian national team was one goal behind, they evened the score at the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town. The goal was - Xu Zhou! !

The boos at the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town stopped at the craziest moment!

After scoring the goal, Xu Zhou crazily rushed to the north stand where the Uruguayan national team is most concentrated, and stood there like a javelin, putting his index finger to his mouth——

"Shut up for me, shut up!! Awwhhhh!!!"

At this moment, the entire Green Point Stadium in Cape Town suddenly... fell silent, the obedient ones fell silent...

Only, in the commentary booth, the crazy roar of the Italian national sports commentator was so piercing that even the announcer of the Bayer Arena lost his voice at this moment.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooa!!!!!! There is only a gap between Joster Fangdan, and there is only a gap in his legend in his legend ... "The commentator of the Italian National Sports roared with milk.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu..." Wuuzuna's voice instantly swept across the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town. At this time, the fans of the Italian national team were laughing, and Wuuzuna was laughing! ! !
(End of this chapter)