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Chapter 99 Boy, this is the Derby!
"It's really hard work!"

Fran rubbed his slightly aching forehead, glanced at Albiol, who got up slowly and grinned with his hands on his shoulders, curled his lips, turned his head, and raised a big big apologetically at Fan Bizhuang in the distance. thumb.

Fan Bizhuang understood what he meant, not only to show him that the pass was good, but also to apologize for not being able to get the point first.

Nodding indifferently, Fan Bizhuang gave him a reassuring look, expressing that he would continue to play from this wing later.

During the team training, Fan Bizhuang established a good understanding with several forwards of the team. Fran nodded with a smile, and then backed away.

The stadium is still noisy, and the game is still going on fiercely.

Almost created a murderous intent as soon as he came on the field, Fan Bizhuang was more confident and ran more actively on the side.

But obviously, this time's performance has attracted Valencia's attention, and they will not let Fan Bizhuang go easily.

Two minutes later, Fan Bizhuang once again received a pass from his teammate on the wing. Facing Joaquin's pressure, Fan Bizhuang swung and dunked freely, trying to overwhelm his opponent with speed.

This made Joaquin very depressed. The use of speed to eat opponents raw was his specialty in the past, but he never thought that one day he would be treated in this way by his opponents. That sentence, if you come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

Joaquin was on guard, but he was not as good as Fan Bizhuang in terms of explosive power. In addition, he ran for most of the time, and his physical fitness was also a problem, so he couldn't keep up with Fan Bizhuang's footsteps at all. He was easily thrown away by the opponent in the blink of an eye. distanced.

"Fan! He's too fast! Joaquin can't keep up with him!"

"He charged again! Unstoppable!"

The fans at the scene screamed excitedly. The most exciting and passionate scene on the football field is such a speed and passion. Everyone is imagining the scene of Fan Bizhuang rushing forward at high speed, hitting the bottom line and sending a wonderful pass.

Fan Bizhuang's speed was indeed very fast. Although Joaquin was chasing hard behind him, he always maintained a distance of at least one body from him, and this gap continued to widen as he increased his speed again and again.The drama of chasing and being chased stimulates the adrenaline of every audience.

But this time, Fan Bizhuang did not complete the assist. The Valencia full-back Moretti, who had already been on top of him, suddenly shot out from a diagonal stab.

The timing of Moretti's tackle was very accurate. He tackled the ball first, and then overturned Fan Bizhuang. The referee saw clearly from the side and blew his whistle, only giving Villarreal a throw-in .

Fan Bizhuang got up from the ground and felt some pain on the inside of his calf. He looked down and saw several clear bloodstains in his sight. Obviously, it was Moretti's bad intentions. He had no hands and feet on purpose. The legs came up all of a sudden.

On the football field, there are many subtle little moves that may not cause much harm, but are enough to affect the opponent's mood and state. For an experienced veteran like Moretti, such small moves are handy.

At this moment, Moretti also got up from the ground. He grinned at Fan Bizhuang, swung his arm even more threateningly, and said in a low voice: "Boy, be honest! Remember, this It's Derby, if you don't want to be crippled by me, then calm down!"

Verbal threats are also one of many small actions. Moretti's idea is to give the other party a warning first, and then "warn" him. To deal with ordinary rookies, this kind of move has been tried and tested.

Fan Bizhuang glanced at him indifferently, turned around and took the football thrown by the ball boy, and was about to throw the ball out of bounds.

"coward!"

Seeing that Fan Bizhuang didn't even dare to respond, Moretti snorted and laughed mockingly, and stopped caring.

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Josico ran up to catch Fan Bizhuang's hand throw. Fan Bizhuang winked behind him, took two steps back, made a small run-up, then stood still, and raised the ball above his head. Throwing it forward again, the football suddenly flew high into the sky, heading straight for the penalty area like a cannonball.

"Why are you blinking with me... Nima! Throwing it so far away, I can't catch it!"

Josico yelled angrily, and quickly turned his head to look at the football. When he saw it, his expression suddenly became strange——Fan Bizhuang was at least 20 meters away from the penalty area, but it was such a long distance. The ball rushed directly.

"It turns out that the ball wasn't for me." This was the idea that popped up in Hosico's mind.

Diego Fran appeared there. When Fan Bizhuang threw his eyes at him, he was still a little puzzled, but after working together for so long, he still ran over without investigating the reason.This movement was a joy that fell from the sky. Before everyone realized it, the football rushed over like flying.

"Fan! He throws a throw-in, Josico is making a catch...Fan made a mistake, the throw is too powerful!"

"No! It wasn't a mistake! My God, Fan's target wasn't Josico at all! He threw it so far, so much power... Fran! Diego Fran appeared on the penalty line and he caught The football... What will he do next? Pass the ball! Fran sent the football into the penalty area without hesitation!"

"Beautiful cooperation! Santiago rushed into the penalty area with the ball and kicked the goal..."

This sudden throw made the narrators in the commentary almost dumbfounded. Some people rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and immediately screamed and shouted after confirming that it was correct.

Pellegrini on the sidelines was also surprised at this moment. He knew that Fan Bizhuang was very fast and powerful, but he didn't expect that the strength in his hands was also surprisingly large. It made him a little surprised.He touched his chin, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined.

On the field.

Fran unloaded the football easily, but didn't dare to delay too much. Albiol stuck it up again. He turned around quickly, and then quickly sent the football diagonally into the penalty area. Cazorla followed in time , picked up the football while running, avoiding Aya's stretched right foot, without stopping, kicked directly to hit the goal, the football bypassed the goalkeeper Canizares, and rushed straight into the far corner of the goal.

1: 0!

No. In the 704th minute, Fran assisted through a pass and Cazorla made a successful shot. The sudden attack planned by Fan Bizhuang achieved unexpected results.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Goal! The first goal of the Valencia Derby was born, and it was ... Santiago ... Cazorla!"

"This is an unbelievable goal! Even though the football is lying quietly in the goal at this moment, I still feel unbelievable-the strength of No. 23's hands is really strong, and he threw the football over such a long distance! "

"Fan deserves the first credit for this goal! Neither the goal nor the assist is his, but he is the biggest contributor! Beautiful hand throw! Magical hand throw!"

The fans in the stands started clamoring again, and after shouting and cheering for the goal for a while, someone began to call Fan Bizhuang's name. Fan Bizhuang really deserved the name of a lucky general. After playing for most of the time, there was no result. As soon as Fu Jiang came on the field, the team scored a goal immediately!
This is not Fujiang, what is it!
"Fortune General! Fortified General!! No. 23 Fan...our Fortified General!"

"I'm convinced! Really convinced! It's amazing! Such a long distance, such great strength, Fan, you are amazing!"

"Zhuang-bi-fan! Zhuang-bi-fan!"

Some fans excitedly handed over Fan Bizhuang's full name, but due to customary reasons, Europeans and Americans read the name backwards, so Fan Bizhuang became Zhuang Bifan. Foreigners don't understand this "pretend... Fortunately, Fan Bizhuang was in the field at the moment and couldn't hear such shouts, otherwise he would probably have black eyes and fainted in the field from depression.

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"Nice job, Van!"

"Boy, how did you do it? It's so far away, my God, I can't believe it!"

"Your strong hand throw is too good, little rookie, this will become our new weapon! Ha, who will dare to underestimate us in the future, turn the ball into a bomb and throw it into their penalty area if there is a disagreement. Ha ha!"

The teammates surrounded him, and Josico even rushed forward, jumped onto Fan Bizhuang's back, and waved and shouted excitedly.

This goal was assisted by Fran and shot by Cazorla, but everyone knew that the biggest contributor was Fan Bizhuang. His hand throw directly threw Valencia's defense to the ground. Throwing dumbfounded, thinking about it, let alone opponents, even they did not expect that Fan Bizhuang could stage such a wonderful show.

Cazorla seemed a little depressed, he was the one who scored the goal, but it was Fan Bizhuang who received the cheers and praise, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.He didn't say anything, but curled his lips at Fan Bizhuang in a demonstrative manner.

The goal is not the point, the point is that the team scored a goal, then it's time to cheer!

Fan Bizhuang understood what Cazorla meant. His post-match score in the last game was not as good as that of his opponent, and he was not a reckless person. He rushed to the camera on the sidelines with Josico on his shoulders, and opened his mouth to yell. : "I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot!"

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"Fan! This is Fan! A magical Chinese who is good at creating miracles and surprises! It's unbelievable. From such a long distance, he accurately threw the football in front of the penalty area. He is responsible for this goal! Fu Jiang, he is the real Fu Jiang of Love Song Stadium! With him, there will be victory! There is no doubt that he is an unparalleled talent, he... I'll go! What's the situation!"

Alsace was excitedly jumping and cheering in the commentary booth, while praising Fan Bizhuang without hesitation, but unexpectedly, Fan Bizhuang's cheek appeared on the big electronic screen at the scene, and his mouth was even louder. Shout "I'm an idiot!".

Alsace was stunned: "Why every time I was celebrating, some players always jumped out and shouted that they were idiots? It's really... a strange way to celebrate!"

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