Smiling Proudly

Chapter 150 Goal

Therefore, when Suarez saw the ball pass, he poked his foot first.

A poke.

"Goal in, Ospina misses the goal on the right half, Neymar goes straight across, Suarez goes down and pokes in, it's in. Barcelona broke the deadlock in the 15th minute of the first half, It's 1-0 now."

"scratch sotty sotty sotty sotty sotty sotty sotty"

Wang Yi scolded angrily, Wang Yi was scolding himself, how could he let that through pass out so easily.

I am on the line, why is there a short circuit?

Wang Yi lowered his head.

I feel very uncomfortable at this moment.

But then, he felt someone patting him.

It's the captain.

"Don't feel uncomfortable at this time. It's only 15 minutes, and we still have almost a full game to equalize the score. Come on, look up, if you admit defeat first, we will definitely lose, remember."

Yes, I can't admit defeat.

Young people, tempers come and go quickly.

After a while, he was positive again.

Wang Yi stood in the middle circle waiting for the kick-off.

The celebration time in Barcelona was extraordinarily long.

"We scored a goal in a while, and we will celebrate it for a little longer. You said that the referee doesn't care, just celebrate there. Well, the celebration lasted for more than 3 minutes. It's amazing, it's amazing."

Wang Yi was talking all over his mouth, but he was actually trying to relieve himself of the pressure.

By the time Barcelona's players were repositioned, 19 minutes had passed, and 4 minutes had passed since the goal was scored.

As soon as Wang passed the ball to Sanchez, he ran to the opponent's half.

Wang Yi felt that the feeling of entering the enemy camp alone was like a lonely hero.

The entire Barcelona half is now a single Arsenal player.

At this time, Wang Yi turned his back and looked at his half.

Suddenly, a long message came.

"Why the sudden long pass, I'm a little anxious. If we want to equalize the score, we will take it step by step—hey, I can get the position of the ball."

Wang Yi's heart fluctuated from how to pass the ball to the fact that I can hold the ball, and only a few seconds passed.

Wang Yi observed that the position of the ball was slightly to the right, so he immediately shifted, and the defensive player on the right was Alba.

Wang Yi is much taller than him.So Wang Yi grabbed the header.

He headed the ball a little, stopped with his chest, and unloaded the ball.

At this time, someone wrote something down in a notebook.

After Wang Yi unloaded the ball, he put his back against Alba and opened his hands to prevent him from coming. But at this time, Barcelona's midfielder is also coming to grab the ball.

So Wang Yi had to take the ball away from here, there was no way, Wang Yi took the risk of flicking the ball to the side, and the ball stopped on the sideline.

Then, he was about to poke forward.

"Come on, kick it, it's a foul ball."

Of course Wang Yi thought so.

Alba immediately wanted to hook the ball instead of destroying the ball directly.

In Wenger's view, this is inexperienced.

Experienced defenders just destroy it and it's over.

Waiting for the opponent to take another penalty kick, that good offense has long been gone, and what needs to be destroyed is the opportunity to attack.

Alba is now going to hook the ball like this, his legs can be as long as Wang Yi, can he hook it?

The reality is that as soon as Alba stretched out his foot to hook the ball, Wang Yi took advantage of the momentum and pushed forward, accelerating violently.

"Alba made a mistake. He didn't hook the ball, but was passed by Wang Yi. At this time, there is a smooth road ahead of Wang Yi. Wang Yi, go forward."

He Wei almost shouted, Wang Yi, come on.

He Wei also knew that his favoritism probably caused a lot of criticism on the Internet. After all, there are a lot of Barcelona fans in China, and he might be fined, but He Wei felt that it was cool to shout out at that moment.

At this time, Wang Yi was as happy as a dragon entering the sea. There was a large gap in front of him, and Wang Yi immediately increased his speed.

Busquets is already speeding up his pace to get here.

Rakitic and Alba rushed over.

But their speed was far inferior to Wang Yi who was accelerating at this time.

Wang Yi felt the wind pouring into his lungs, but at this moment he felt his legs were very light.

In two or three steps, he reached the edge of the penalty area.

Mascherano came over.

Without hesitation, Wang Yi rushed forward.

Instead, Mascherano hesitated a bit, why did he just charge up, was he going to shoot or not?
Mascherano hesitated, his feet slowed down.

Wang saw the timing, a deep-fried meatball.

At this time, Iniesta was watching this scene from outside the penalty area.

Very dramatic.

Wang Yi passed Mascherano.

"Good opportunity, now Wang Yi entered the penalty area, fried meatballs, passed Mascherano. Hey, this shot is very good, Iniesta, fried meatballs are his unique skill, but now he looks Wang Yi passed his teammate with fried meatballs."

Next, Wang Yi will face Ter Stegen.

There is still Pique on the left to come and tackle.

Wang Yi also had to say that Pique is really reckless, he dared to directly tackle the ball in the penalty area.

But Wang Yicai didn't give him this chance, he directly kicked a low shot and kicked the ball with his toe.

It's a bit like Ronaldo's kick in the 02 World Cup.

This kind of shooting is very fast, the closer it is to the goal, the faster it is, and it is difficult for the goalkeeper to react.

"As soon as Wang shot, ter Stegen didn't react, the ball went in, the ball went in. Go in, go in, go in, go in, go in. The goal went in, Arsenal relied on Wang One's single-handed ride of thousands of miles equalized the score."

Although Wang Yi had a feeling in his heart that when the ball was shot, he still had to make sure that the ball completely flew into the goal.

When the ball was scored, Wang Yi ran to the sideline.

While looking back at the referee in the penalty area.

I saw the referee pointing to the middle circle.

"Nice, the ball went in. Shit."

This shit is of course venting.

Wang Yi was very happy in his heart, extremely ecstatic. When he ran towards the corner flag, he slid and knelt to celebrate, and slipped directly to the corner flag.

Just when Wang Yi wanted to make a gesture like Torres's to celebrate, he suddenly felt pushed down.

"Hey, don't, don't, don't mess with stacked arhats."

"It's over, they don't understand Chinese, why do you say arhats in English. Don't press me."

But the extreme ecstasy made Arsenal's players rush over.

Ospina ran over.

This celebration took a full 4 minutes, 1 minute longer than Barcelona's celebration just now.

Finally, Wang Yi stood up and straightened his clothes.

He pulled up his clothes, revealing the vest under the clothes, with a string of Chinese written on it.

He knew that his parents were at the scene now, and he knew that as long as he showed his vest after scoring a goal, his parents would definitely see what he said.

"Mom and Dad, I love you!"

(End of this chapter)