The Football Journey After Soul Shifting

The heavy truck turned out of the expressway and ran over the bumpy road, leaving a row of snow-white marks on the potholed road. The gravel road couldn't bear the pressure of the big truck, making creaking noises.

The truck turned a corner cumbersomely, the body vibrated violently, leaving a blue afterimage in the distorted air - the car drove so fast that half of the tires were in direct contact with the ground, and the bottom of the bearings occasionally touched the ground There was a violent impact and a dull sound.

"Father, how long will it take for us to return to Padua?" The young man in the passenger seat was obviously quite used to such an impact, he leaned his muscular body against the seat and asked carelessly.

"It's about half an hour—didn't you see the road sign at the intersection of the highway? You, like Mariano, are single-celled organisms." The driver focused on the steering wheel, "Bring me a cigarette Come on, Mateo."

The young man Mateo snorted dissatisfiedly, took out a cigarette from the tray, lit it with a match, and stuffed it into the driver's mouth: "Don't compare me with Mariano—he is the real single-celled animal. As for me? I’m at least out of high school. I don’t know what happened to Mariano’s trial? Maybe he starved to death in Padua, we haven’t been back to Padua for about three months.”

"Poor Mariano, I guess his trial training is hopeless, no team would be willing to take such a big frizzy guy." The driver exhaled a light blue smoke from the gap between his lips, and stepped on it hard. Throttle, "I really hope he doesn't starve to death."

Like an arrow leaving the string, the big truck escaped for a long distance, creaking and rushing forward.

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"forza mariano!!"

The fans witnessed with their own eyes that Obi-Wan used his abnormally powerful body to knock down Anakin with a sudden stop. The huge visual contrast made them exclaim in unison first, and then suddenly burst into cheers in unison. The sound almost lifted the roof of St. Paul's to the sky.

"Well, it's exactly what the newspaper said." The man in the stands lit a cigarette again, and cast his eyes on the green grass. On the vast green grass like a church, an elephant was spreading its legs and desperately run. "However, it's not that easy to break through Christian."

Encouraged by the singing, Liu Wen's blood began to boil. He moved the ball forward and continued to attack the opponent's hinterland.

"Come on, boy," said the Romanian in his mind.

Facing Keiv's defense, Liu Wen still chose to rush forward with speed.The top speed of 11 meters in [-] seconds and his strong body made his breakthrough look powerful.

Ji Fu's speed was not fast, and Liu Wen had crossed a body unexpectedly.However, the tenacious Romanian has no intention of giving up, and his speed with the ball is never as fast as that of running without the ball.Soon, the light sports car caught up with the heavy truck, fought and retreated, entangled Liu Wen to death.Of course, Jifu has to be on guard against Liu Wen's sudden stop and change of direction.

Facing Kivu's brown sugar-style defense, Liu Wen looked around, and his teammates had no intention of coming up to respond at all. Perhaps in their view, the ball would be blocked sooner or later.

"Another emergency stop at high speed! Our Mariano once again left us speechless! I believe that if Newton sees this game, he will have the idea of ​​revising the laws of mechanics!!"

Although Jifu had expected it, Liu Wen's sudden stop without any trace still made him unable to brake in time and rushed over the head.However, the combative character infiltrated in the Romanian's bones quickly restored his fighting spirit, he quickly turned around, and rushed over again.

Liu Wen flicked the ball to the right with his left foot, leaned forward, and took two quick steps forward to the right.

"Damn it, are you going to break through to the right?" Jifu, who had just chased back, had a faster nervous reaction than Jing, and he followed Liu Wen's footsteps and moved forward quickly. Unexpectedly, Liu Wen just made a fake move. He took two false steps forward, then backed away immediately.Keivu couldn't help but staggered forward.

Liu Wen held the ball under his feet, looked at Keifu in front of him calmly, leaned forward again, and took two quick steps to the front right again, the ball still stayed in place calmly, without moving, another false run!

Perhaps Kiev should blame himself for his overdeveloped reaction nerves. He was once again deceived by realistic fake moves!As Liu Wen retreated, he staggered forward again. ——This seemingly stupid move gave Sao Paulo fans a reason to be happy. They shouted frantically and whipped the tenacious Romanians with applause and boos!

Immediately afterwards, Liu Wen ran forward for the third time in five seconds.

"Another feint!"

The Romanian held his breath, strengthened his judgment, and vowed to poke the ball away—but the ball was gone. This time it was a real breakthrough. Liu Wen passed the hesitant ball with a quick change of direction. Kivu, in the decisive battle, only left him a tall figure wearing the number 88, and a laughing stock that may go down in the annals of football history-the majestic Romanian team captain was tricked by the same action three times in a row!

Seeing that Liu Wen was about to enter the restricted area.

Because the formation was too high, Rome left Liu Wen with an empty restricted area.

In the middle of the penalty area, the tall and thin Roma goalkeeper Zotti looked a little lonely. He rubbed his heavy gloves helplessly and lowered his center of gravity.

One-handed!

Perhaps only the wind can stop Liu Wen.

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The humiliation, the huge humiliation, bit the hearts of the Romanians like a poisonous snake.

His hand grabbed the void, but he didn't grab it.The tall figure wearing No. 88 rushed to the penalty area with an extraordinary starting frequency.Kefu was completely enraged, he propped his hands down to the ground, and shot it like an arrow off the string.

No matter what, he must not be allowed to enter the restricted area.

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A huge gust of wind broke through the air.Liu Wen shook his head. It seems that the word 'admit defeat' does not exist in the Romanian dictionary.

Liu Wen observed Zotti's position, adjusted his step, made some adjustments, and kicked vigorously and heavily at the front of the penalty area!

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