Godfather of national football

Chapter 306 Fighting Uruguay ([-])

"I can't escape from my grasp." Muslera is an excellent goalkeeper. He has a talent for judging distance, and he is usually very accurate.

That time just now, he was actually a little short, so this time he moved ahead of time, it should be fine.

The reality is that his hand was indeed blocking the path of the ball, but an accident happened.

The closer the ball is to the goal, the more it spins and the ball ends up slipping past Muslera.

The ball is in!
After the ball touched the net and bounced back, Muslera held the ball tightly with both hands and shouted to the sky, "Why, why."

His teammates were also very confused. These two goals didn't seem too difficult, but why did Muslera, who is usually as stable as a mountain, fall twice.

The second time he scored a beautiful goal, Liao Lisheng was not stunned this time. He rushed to Li Guo, jumped high, and gave Li Guo a big hug.

"Head, I feel great today."

"Get off me, I don't feel so good."

After Liao Lisheng was born, he scratched his head and looked embarrassed. Other teammates came over and patted Liao Lisheng's head, "Not bad, I was covered twice in a row."

"You are fooled!"

But the people in front of him were all big brothers, and Liao Lisheng didn't dare to say it out of his mouth, so he could only giggle.

The Uruguayan coach looked at Muslera. He didn't know what happened to his disciple today, and he even prepared to let the substitute goalkeeper get up to warm up.

Looking at the score on the big screen, it was 2 to 3. The old coach had a displeased look on his face, "The fate of the Chinese team is really tough."

He didn't make any changes this time. Uruguay's offense and defense are running pretty well. The two inexplicable free kicks by the Chinese team are just luck and nothing to worry about.

After a short period of calm, Uruguay's offense made a comeback, of course it still relied on the Trident, and other golfers were beating on the side drums.

Fran pulled to the middle, and the ball was given to his feet. Zheng Zhi's defense against Fran was very rough, because the opponent's feet were too flexible.

Zheng Zhi's defense is in place. It seems that Fran can't turn around after taking the ball, but suddenly, Fran tapped his heel, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

This may seem like a stroke of luck, but it is not, but a tacit understanding formed by the players' training and cooperation over a long period of time.

Forlan knew Suarez was there, it was a feeling, a rapport.

Su Ya lived up to expectations. His running route coincided with Fran's pass. After getting the ball, Suarez still dunked lightly, but this time Yin Di was not fooled. He stretched out his foot to block, and Suarez felt that he was being kicked. He jumped forward in a standard diving posture.

The referee's whistle sounded, and he ran over with a yellow card in his hand. The Chinese players were in a state of mind, a penalty? ?
When an unexpected scene happened, the referee gave Suarez a yellow card. Su Ya pointed to himself, "Me? Are you sure?"

The referee will not tell you, sure, sure, and sure.The referee pointed to the distance and signaled Suarez to leave.

When Suarez ran back, he kept pointing to his shin pads, which meant that the opponent had kicked me.

Watching the slow-motion replay after the game, Yin Di actually kicked Suarez, but Suarez was very addicted to drama, and the movement of falling to the ground was a little exaggerated. He is usually famous, so the referee thought he was flopping.

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A yellow card did not reduce Suarez's fighting spirit, but it became stronger and stronger. He was very active on the wing, and the Chinese team basically had to give up the wing and focus on Cavani in the middle.

Cavani is different from Suarez. His skills are still hard bridge and hard horse, with six points of body and four points of technology.

So it is relatively easy for Zhou Dun and Yin Di to defend him, they only need to squeeze him out of the penalty area.

Cavani then moved around the arc of the penalty area, and soon, in the confrontation, Cavani won a free kick in front of the penalty area for Uruguay.

The Uruguayan fans went into high spirits. In the first half, a little-known kid from the Chinese team scored two free kicks. This was very annoying. Now that our side has also won free kicks, everyone turned their attention to Forlan.

When Forlan first debuted, free kicks were not his forte, but when it came to the World Cup in South Africa, Forlan's free kicks caught the eyes of the world, especially against Ghana.

So Fran did his part to stand in front of the ball.

Seeing Fran, Li was overjoyed. Back then, Fran was the biggest parallel importer in the history of Manchester United. "Sir, do you remember Fran?"

"Li Guo, I'm not here to chat with you, don't bother me with things other than tactics."

Li Guo's forehead was sweating, a big name is a big name, when Allardyce was around, he would eat, chat, and sleep with him, it was like three companions, but Ferguson had a more tempered temper.

Wang Dalei was very cautious, standing for a while, squatting down for a while, aiming at the distance and angle of the wall.The more the human wall seals an inch of angle, the more confident I will be.

In the human wall of 7 people, each of them protected his vitals. Fran's feet were very hard. If he hit the human wall, it would be like being hit by a sap.

Running up and shooting, Fran really volleyed vigorously, without playing with the angle, the ball hit the wall hard, and then flew towards the goal.

Zhou Dun almost scolded his mother, Mu Fei was afraid of being hit by a ball, and finally dodged subconsciously, so there was a gap between the two of them that could accommodate the ball passing through, and the ball passed through this gap.

Although it is human instinct to be afraid of pain, we are professional players, Zhou Dun thought to himself, if we lose the ball, we will scold Mu Fei.

But then there was a "bang", and the ball hit the goal post firmly. Because the force was too great, it was obvious that the net was vibrating.

The audience sighed for a while, and the Uruguayan fans felt that their luck was too bad. Fran tidied up his handsome long hair to hide his disappointment. In the trident, Suarez and Cavani both scored goals, and now he is the only one left.

As the top scorer in the World Cup in South Africa, Forlan knows that with his current performance, next year's World Cup may really have nothing to do with him.

"Diego, great."

"Diego, look, that guy from the Chinese team got scared and took the initiative to avoid it."

"Diego, you are still the best in Uruguay."

Teammates ran over for a while to give encouragement, but what professional players need is not encouragement, but a goal, and the catharsis after the goal.

Forget about the others, but when Cavani wanted to say something nice, Fran stopped him in advance.

"I'm not an old man in a nursing home, I don't need comfort."

The arc of Cavani's mouth gradually subsided, and he stopped smiling, "What's wrong with Diego? He's not like this usually."

(End of this chapter)