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Chapter 678

Barcelona, ​​Camp Nou.

Fan Bizhuang's movement was very simple. After shaking Abidal away, Fan Bizhuang caught up with the football and went forward again.

This is a posture of rushing forward with the ball, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Everyone thought that Fan Bizhuang would plan a fast counterattack on the spot, and his movement forward with the ball proved this point, but at the next moment, Fan Bizhuang, who only took the ball lightly and only took two steps forward, Bi Zhuang, however, suddenly maintained the momentum of the forward charge. While raising his head, he kicked his left foot heavily on the grass and raised his right foot high.

Kaka rushed forward from the right side of the center, looking back while running, Ronaldo also quickly ran towards the penalty area, and was waving for the ball, Xavi, Diarra and others in the midfield also came from behind Running across the midfield, they are ready to respond to Fan Bizhuang at any time.

And Barcelona's reaction was also very fast. The moment Casillas threw the ball vigorously to launch a counterattack, they quickly retreated to prepare for Real Madrid's next quick counterattack.

Whether it is Real Madrid or Barcelona players, everyone is waiting for Real Madrid's counterattack this time, but when they see Fan Bizhuang's movements, their expressions freeze suddenly and become dull.

"What is he going to do?"

"What is Fan trying to do?"

"Fan stopped suddenly in the middle of the run, his right leg was thrown up, and he... he was going to... shoot? God, shooting from this position, the football is between the goal, at least there is still The distance of a galaxy!"

A big question mark suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, and some commentators even opened their eyes in disbelief, with vague expectations, and more, disbelief and doubt.

Their guess was confirmed. The next moment, under the gaze of nearly [-] pairs of eyes, Fan Bizhuang's right leg fell down quickly and hit the bottom of the football hard.

Abidal may be the player who is the closest to Fan Bizhuang on the field and who knows best what the opponent wants to do. When Fan Bizhuang raised his foot, he turned and ran towards the goal, although he also felt that this Real Madrid's No. 23 player had a headache, otherwise how could he shoot directly from such a long distance from the goal, but out of the defender's instinct, he still wanted to stop it.

It's just that his movements were a beat slow after all. He was already thrown off by Fan Bizhuang by a body distance, and was led to run around by him. His physical fitness gradually couldn't keep up, so he just fell to the ground. By the time the sliding shovel passed, it was already too late, and the football had already soared into the sky and galloped forward.

This turn of events, or Fan Bizhuang's sudden ultra-long-range shot, left everyone dumbfounded.The commentators on the scene reacted the most quickly. In the blink of an eye, they shouted sharply.

"Fan Fanfan! He shot! He was at least 40 meters away from the goal and shot directly! This is really... really a very courageous attempt!"

"What is Fan doing? What is he trying to do? Is he giving up the game? Or is he trying to get lucky? But football is not about luck!"

"Van's sudden shot is astounding, I have to admit, in terms of surprise, Fan did it, just trying to score a goal from such a long distance, it is almost impossible, unless Fan is the bastard child of God , only in this way, luck will be on his side..."

"I think so too. Fan's move this time is really unwise. He seems to be overwhelmed by the fierce competition and lost his mind. What! What did I see!! Oh God, it’s unbelievable! It’s unbelievable! The football soared high into the sky, but it fell quickly at the highest point, and the destination was exactly—the direction of the goal!”

"Valdés! Valdés is retreating so fast... It's unbelievable, Valdez's position... God, the Barcelona goalkeeper is too far forward, he is full of panic Zhise stepped back quickly, but it seemed that his backing speed could not compare with the speed of the football falling... Oh my God, Fan was not lucky, he had already observed the positioning of the Barcelona goalkeeper!"

"It's a race between Valdés and football, but now it looks like Valdés is losing! ... What I want to say is, damn, is Fan really the illegitimate child of God? Amazing and amazing Will this shocking scene really happen?"

Questioning and criticism turned into exclamations and screams in a blink of an eye. The commentators who watched the football's flight trajectory and landing point roared hoarsely as if they had collectively pumped chicken blood.

At this moment, the Camp Nou suddenly fell into a strange silence. All the home fans looked nervous and panicked, looking at the stadium without blinking, watching the rapid fall towards the goal. The football, and the figure of Valdez retreating in a panic.

"Impossible! Impossible!!"

"Don't go in! Don't go in! — don't go in!"

The Barcelona fans were praying frantically in their hearts, but the Real Madrid players who also saw this scene and had a premonition of where the ball might end up, and the few Real Madrid fans clenched their fists and bit Grinding his teeth, his eyes were tense and he growled in a low voice.

"Come in! Come in! Come in!!!"

No matter what kind of voice, what kind of expectation, but what should come will come. Valdez's regress speed is not slow, but his position is too high. Before his teammates completely suppressed Real Madrid At that time, he had already walked out of the small restricted area with nothing to do, and he was only a few steps away from the top of the restricted area. Before that, he had no worries at all, but at this moment, his heart was filled with endless regrets, and he even faintly wished that his body would grow longer. Pessimistic thoughts on two legs.

On the pitch, a person can never outrun football.

This is a golden rule similar to "Theory of Relativity", but at this moment, it has been vividly reflected.

Valdez rolled and crawled back like crazy, but when the football passed over his head and fell towards the goal behind him, his heart was already icy cold.

Valdez gave up, and he fell weakly on the way back. He didn't look back, because the deadly silence of Camp Nou had told him the final "destination" of the ball.

At this time, the Camp Nou stadium is indeed deathly silent, suffocating silence.

Although there was a faint premonition in their hearts, when this scene really happened, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes and open their mouths. The match between Real Madrid and Barcelona has always been a fierce battle. With Real Madrid's strength, they will score goals, but they never thought that their team would concede goals in such a way!
Super lob!
Shocking lob!
A lob shot over 40 meters away!
Such a way of scoring is enough to amaze anyone and make anyone speechless, but for Barcelona, ​​such a goal is a complete shame, a kind that is enough to be talked about by other fans, but Way to keep yourself chained to the Rack of Shame for so long!
What is even more unacceptable to Barcelona fans is that the player who scored this shocking lob was the one who was booed and scolded by them. Look at the previous taunts, and think back to the previous words "he is like a dog". Looking at the reality, compared with the helpless and powerless Valdez who was paralyzed on the ground and the silent Barcelona players on the court, the boy was like a fierce slap on their cheeks.

Endless boos?Endless abuse?Say I look like a dog?

Now, who is more like a powerless...dog!

At this moment, all Barcelona fans have a feeling of being slapped on the cheeks, and what makes their chests panic is the feeling of powerlessness that they want to continue to abuse but are speechless.

"Fan! Fan! Fan!!!"

"Fan scored a super lob at the Nou Camp that silenced the audience! 43 meters! 43 meters!! This is an unparalleled goal, one that is enough to be re-entered in the history books, by A super goal that countless latecomers look up to!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! I feel like I'm dreaming. Of course, if this is a dream, I hope I never wake up, because this goal is so beautiful that I can't help it, so... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL !"

"Sudden explosion! Sudden masterpiece! Fan used a way that no one could have imagined, once again ran wild at the Nou Camp! I think the fans here must remember the fact that Fan has never He is the 'sufferer' here! As long as he faces Barcelona, ​​his form has always been extremely good! This goal is the best proof!"

Like the Nou Camp stadium where needles can be heard, only the commentators are screaming heart-piercingly. On the court, Fan Bizhuang has finished celebrating and stood up from the grass. Raul, Kaka, Aaron Suo... His teammates rushed over yelling, roaring at him, and waving their arms to congratulate him.

Such a goal can be called "Flying Immortal", which not only exceeded the expectations of the opponents, but also shocked the teammates.Most importantly, this goal has greatly boosted the morale of the team. Narrowing the score gap in this way is enough for the Real Madrid players to rekindle their high morale for the game!

Pellegrini clenched his fist like crazy and waved and shouted again and again, the excitement on his face was fully revealed.

Guti, Van der Vaart and others on the bench were also blushing with excitement, clapping their hands and shouting continuously.

The Barcelona players stared blankly at Real Madrid's loud celebrations. Messi's eyes flashed with a complex look of disbelief. On the coach's bench of the home team, Guardiola kept shaking his head in frustration.

Beside him, Enrique shook his head helplessly after being shocked, but his eyes were still fixed on the familiar boy.

"I knew that if it didn't go so smoothly, Fan, he wouldn't let us achieve what we wanted easily. So..."

"Is this your counterattack? Have you sounded the horn of counterattack now?"

Enrique looked at the young man with a bright smile, and already had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Mr. Josep."

Enrique turned around and approached his immediate superior, and said his suggestion: "Do we need to make some changes? Fan's state seems to have improved, I think we should make relative adjustments, maybe let Sergio return It's a good idea to withdraw to help Abidal defend."

Guardiola looked up at the assistant he admired, and finally shook his head and refused.

(End of this chapter)