green mercenary

Chapter 388 Provocation
"Yo huh?" "Fuck!" "Awesome!"

All the fans who saw this goal on the screen let out "Oh Roar" from their throats at the first time!

It's just too gorgeous, so cool!Unbelievably smooth!

The players on the field are fine, but the fans who saw the goal on the screen are not calm.

After Ibrahimovic controlled the ball, his rhythm fluctuated from fast to slow, and he threw off the four defenders of Eindhoven in a row.After one-stop brought into the penalty area, he shook the last defender and goalkeeper away and scored easily.After a set of combos, at least six people have passed.No one could have imagined that such a delicate dribble came from the feet of a high center forward who is over 1.9 meters tall.

From the vibration of the screen, it can be clearly seen that even the camera master on the sidelines was shaken three times.In the end, I had to widen the angle of view slightly to place Ibrahimovic and the ball in the center of the screen.

At this moment, the entire Amsterdam Stadium was in a state of boiling, and some fans were holding their chests, as if they could not breathe.He stared up at the big screen above his head, watching the playback over and over again.I can't get enough of that fairy-like goal just now.

"This, this is simply, simply incredible!" The on-site commentator finally came to his senses and remembered his responsibility, "How did our Ibrahimovic do it so exquisitely?"

"My God! I just counted, this goal is more than Maradona's dribble!"

"Ibrahimovic treats Eindhoven's entire defense line like nothing, he, he does this, this, and then this, the goal is scored!" The home commentator was a little incoherent, and even added gestures, regardless of whether the audience in front of the TV could see it.

No one cares about the incompetence of the commentator, almost all Ajax fans are addicted to it.They believe that the next day's headlines can definitely be replaced by Ajax's Ibrahimovic, and they never want to see the farewell boy who has been rumored during this period of time!
On the court, the PSV players also saw what happened in the backcourt just now through the big screen.

"Hey brother, it's really incredible! He, how did he get his size?" Van Bommel put his arm on Bai Xiaotian's shoulder while looking up at the replay.

After watching the goal from another angle, Van Bommel also had to admire this opponent.

"Fancy show!" Bai Xiaotian glanced at it, then said disdainfully.

"What?" Van Bommel obviously couldn't understand such a simple Chinese sentence pattern.

After Bai Xiaotian translated him into Dutch, Van Bommel raised his eyebrows: "Dude, aren't you jealous?"

"Jealous? I'll be jealous of him? He's my junior, okay!" Bai Xiaotian shook off Van Bommel's arm.

"I think you are just jealous!" Van Bommel laughed loudly: "You are jealous just because he is your junior! If you don't work hard, this season's Eredivisie golden boot will be handed over to your junior!"

"Hey! Captain! It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on other people's conversations!" Bai Xiaotian said with contempt.

"No way! I'm just worried about you! After all, he's so tall."

"This goal is not a crime of war." Huang Jianxiang sighed helplessly after seeing such a goal. "Eindhoven, together with the goalkeeper, the entire back line was used by the opponent as a background board. Four defenders plus a goalkeeper made a wedding dress for the opponent's tall young center forward. But who would have imagined it? A 1.9m1.6 center forward can actually make the extraordinary moves of [-]m[-] Maradona."

"If we do it again, this Swedish striker named Zlatan Ibrahimovic may really be able to make such a wonderful breakthrough. Judging from the skills at his feet, he really has such strength. Bai Xiaotian is in danger!"

Huang Jianxiang gave Ibrahimovic great affirmation in the microphone, and Ibrahimovic's name has remained in the hearts of those netizens who frantically swiped "666".

After all the players on the defense line of PSV got up, you looked at me and I looked at you, it was indescribably embarrassing.After being single-handedly singled out the entire back line by the opponent, and having so many troubled brothers and sisters, the feeling of self-blame is much lighter.

On the Ajax side, Ibrahimovic was obviously excited after scoring the goal, running and jumping to the sidelines.The rest of the Ajax players followed him, applauding this season's new big man.

Ibrahimovic bounced to the front and back of the camera, and kicked his legs quickly towards the camera lens.It's just that his figure is too tall, and it doesn't support him to make such a quick flash kick.And in the eyes of others, it looks like a stupid big man kicking his legs repeatedly on the spot, which is extremely funny.

At the end of the "kick", the arrogant Ibrahimovic even roared "ha".Following Bai Xiaotian's past celebrations, he exposed his shoe spikes to the camera.

Seeing this action, Lawrence on the sidelines swallowed and crossed himself on his chest. "Oh NO! This time he is miserable!"

Sure enough, Bai Xiaotian's face that was still talking and smiling just now froze, and then gradually became gloomy.Before Lawrence could react, a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Xiaotian's mouth in the next second.Seeing the smile on Bai Xiaotian's face again, Lawrence thought he had just hallucinated.

"What's wrong? What are you praying for?" John De Jong leaned over and asked curiously.

"The boss is angry! It's going to be bad luck for the other side!" Lawrence vowed.

Seeing the smile on Bai Xiaotian's face, John De Jong was full of question marks. "What's wrong with Bai?"

"Nothing!" Lawrence, recalling the change in Bai Xiaotian's face, patted his chest with lingering fear, "As long as we pass the ball well to the head, he will definitely score!"

"Oh! Of course! Bai has always been the best striker in the Eredivisie!"

Eindhoven kicked off again, and after Kezhiman passed the ball to Bai Xiaotian, when no one expected it, Bai Xiaotian caught the ball and kicked it straight away.

With a "bang", the sound of the flaming leather feet hitting the ball could even be heard by some fans below the stands.The ball immediately flew straight to the Ajax gate like a shell.

"It's appeared! Bai Xiaotian's midfield sneak attack!" Huang Jianxiang's excited voice came from the microphone.

In the shocked eyes of the Ajax players, the ball flew straight through the air.

Fred stood firmly in front of the goal and slowly moved to the left side of the goal.He stretched out his hand and lifted the ball out of the crossbar.With such a height and ball speed, the veteran Fred was not careless, and finally chose to give the opponent a corner kick.

Seeing that the goal was missed, all Ajax players breathed a sigh of relief.

Ibrahimovic, who had just scored the goal, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and laughed dryly, "Haha" twice, "This kid is so excited? Huh! I said this goal can't be scored!"

(End of this chapter)