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Chapter 676 Chapter [110] - Curse of the front line - [Today's second update]

Now the Spanish national team's possession time far exceeds that of the Italian national team, and they are in complete control of the ball.The players of the Italian national team set up their positions and defended firmly.

At this time, Harvey suddenly passed the ball to Villa in front of him. Villa quickly dunked the ball, dunked past Pirlo's defense, and then immediately moved forward with the ball.At this time, the young Ranocchia posted up.Villa quickly passed the ball to the wing bottom line.Pedro cuts in quickly, catches the ball past Zambrotta, and makes a quick kick.

The ball quickly flew into the penalty area, and Villa jumped high at the front point, but he couldn't reach the ball. Perhaps he was influenced by Ranocchia.In the middle, Harvey quickly plugged in and flew towards the goal as fast as lightning.Spotting the ball, he slammed it hard towards the goal.The ball flew towards the goal like a bolt of lightning, but was blocked by Marchetti, a corner kick! ! ! ! ! !

"Chiellini is optimistic about the kid behind you, don't let him turn around easily, watch him to death!" Marchetti stood at the left post and clapped his hands to Chiellini.

"Understood!!!" Chiellini replied succinctly and firmly.

"Everyone is optimistic about the people in the middle, and Macho behind you guards the back of your goal, understand?" Marchetti stretched out his hand to remind his teammates!

Harvey Alonso looked up at the crowd in the penalty area, then quickly ran up, his left foot stopped suddenly, and the instep of his right foot slammed toward the lower part of the outside of the ball. After the ball rubbed against the inner instep, he quickly flew away from Harvey Alonso's feet, drew an arc in the air, and flew towards the penalty area. The ball quickly passed the people who were pushing each other.

Suddenly, a red figure rose from the middle of the road, rising higher and higher, his body suspended in the air for a long time, the ball quickly came to him, he shook his head, the ball quickly changed direction, and flew towards the goal.The players of the Italian team were all surprised, they all looked at the high-speed flying ball in surprise, gradually the ball flew towards the back of the goal, and soon the ball flew into the goal, oh no, when the ball was about to fly into the goal, one foot blocked it, to be precise, that foot hooked the ball out.It was Maggio, it was Maggio who brought Italy back from the brink.

"Oh, God... Did the ball go in?? Ma Qiao, Ma Qiao hooked the ball on the goal line." Duan Xuan exclaimed.

The Spanish players hurriedly signaled to the referee that the ball had crossed the goal line, but the line referee did not lift it up, and the referee did not see it clearly. Therefore, the referee ignored it and signaled the game to continue. The Spanish players were all angry at this moment.

"Oh, the referee thinks the goal was not scored. The players of the Spanish national team seem very dissatisfied. They think the goal is not scored. The referee ignored it and the game continues!" Duan Xuan looked very excited. "We can see in slow motion later, whether the goal was scored or not. Now let's continue to watch the game!!!"

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"Ah...the ball has been scored..." The Spanish fans immediately jumped up from their seats in the stands, raised their hands high, and cheered frantically.However, after only a moment, they immediately changed from overjoyed to sad, and then to angry, "Black whistle... black whistle... why don't you die, Englishman...you didn't score such an obvious goal??!!"

The Spanish fans were very angry, cursing the English referee Webber one by one frantically, and suddenly the Spaniard found an outlet and cursed frantically.

When the fans of the Italian national team saw the ball was about to hit the net, they all stood up from the stands and put their hands on their heads. They thought the ball had already hit the net, and they thought they were about to fall behind.However, a miracle happened, Ma Qiao, Ma Qiao saved the ball on the goal line.

In an instant, the fans of the Italian national team cheered wildly. They shouted Macho's name and roared wildly, as if they had won the championship.

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After receiving the ball, Xu Zhou ran forward quickly. Xu Zhou had already increased his speed at this time. At this time, he was just an afterimage running on the court. The fans on the court felt that it seemed real and unreal, like a dream.Butzkes quickly posted it, and he chased and chased hard. He didn't want to lose to Xu Zhou. Although he hadn't won Xu Zhou once in this game, he didn't give up.However, it was obvious that he still couldn't catch up with Xu Zhou.Xu Zhou's figure gradually receded, and he could only watch helplessly as the "7" receding gradually became smaller.

A central defender Puyol from Spain fought for a header in the front court and has not come back, so now there are only three people in the penalty area, a central defender Piqué, a side defender Capdevila, and a goalkeeper Iker Casillas. All three of them watched Xu Zhou nervously. After all, Xu Zhou's abnormal speed and super breakthrough ability left a deep impression on them.

Xu Zhou looked at the three people who were nervous, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily. It was this soft smile that made the three people in front feel terrified, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.After all, the three of them had been taken care of by Xu Zhou in the league, and Xu Zhou's super imagination made them really wonder what Xu Zhou was going to do next.

Xu Zhou didn't think too much, and continued to move forward, and soon came to the front of the restricted area.Facing Capdevila's defense, Xu Zhou knocked the ball forward with his right foot and leaned forward at the same time. Capdevila was surprised, "Are you going to break through directly like this? No, I must not let you break through like this! You must not!"However, Xu Zhou didn't give him this chance. His left foot quickly knocked back the ball to the front left. Then, the outside instep of his right foot flicked the ball to the front right, and his body quickly followed. Xu Zhou broke through from Capdevila's left side.

Seeing that Xu Zhou broke through so easily, Pique was startled, but he reacted quickly and quickly posted to Xu Zhou. Xu Zhou glanced at the middle road from the corner of his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.But Pique, who was defending Xu Zhou with all his strength, didn't notice Lin Tianyu's little move. He continued to post to Xu Zhou, not giving Xu Zhou a chance to kick, and delaying time so that his teammates could return to the defense quickly.

However, Xu Zhou did not let him do what he wanted. Xu Zhou flicked the ball to the front left with his right foot, quickly pulled it to the side, and instantly dodged Pique.Seeing Xu Zhou pull towards the sidewalk first, Pique thought it was bad.However, Casillas quickly sealed the near corner behind, which made Pique suddenly relieved.

Pique quickly pushed towards Xu Zhou, trying to force Xu Zhou to death in the corner, and at this time, Capdevila also caught up, and the two of them would definitely pinch Xu Zhou to death.

However, suddenly Xu Zhou kicked the ball hard with his left foot and hit the middle. The ball passed Pique's side and rolled to the middle. Pique and others quickly turned their heads to look along the trajectory of the ball. Their faces suddenly showed a burst of shock, because they saw a blue figure in front of the ball, a kid wearing a blue jersey number 11. Only then did they know that they had been cheated, by that silly bird wearing the number "7".At this time, Gilardino was like an empty goal, because Casillas was in the near corner, he could not return to the defense quickly, so Gilardino easily swung the ball to the far corner.

Yes, Gilardino swept the ball to the far corner, not giving any chance to Casillas in the near corner!
"Shoot..." Duan Xuan suddenly jumped up and cheered crazily, roaring crazily, he seemed to have seen Italy's goal.

At this time, all the Italian fans stood up from the stands, staring at the ball expectantly, they were looking forward to scoring, scoring, scoring...

The fans of the Spanish national team stared in horror at the boy wearing the blue "11" jersey. At this time, their heads were completely frozen and their heads were muddled.

On the sidelines, the head coach of the Spanish national team, Bosque, bounced off the coaching bench as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks, and his eyes were horrified against his own penalty area on the court... Lippi excitedly grabbed the handrail next to him with his hand, as if he wanted to break it off abruptly.

"Ah..." The Italian national sports commentator suddenly exclaimed, he hugged his head tightly, and couldn't believe everything in front of him.Gilardino, he, Gilardino, he, he hit the ball, and the ball rubbed against the far post and rolled out of the baseline...

"God...the ball didn't go in..." Duan Xuan also hugged his head suddenly, unable to believe it.

In the penalty zone in Spain, Gilardino held his head in his hands, buried his face deeply in the turf, and dared not raise his head...

(End of this chapter)