Godfather of national football

Chapter 398 Roulette ([-])
Turning around, it was Captain Zhou Dun.

Zhou Dun saw that Liao Lisheng was too nervous. If he took a penalty kick like this, he would probably miss it in all likelihood.

But Zhou Dun didn't choose to comfort Liao Lisheng, but instead acted aggressively, "If it doesn't work, we two will change."

Liao Lisheng smiled and said, "No need, don't worry, I'm fine."

Zhou Dun patted Liao Lisheng on the shoulder, "I believe in you."

Liao Lisheng walked towards Cesar, and the boos became louder at this time. The home fans wanted to boo Liao Lisheng and break his heart.

Different from others, Liao Lisheng didn't bend down to swing the ball. He stepped on the ball with his foot, stepped on the white spot on the penalty spot, and then stood and waited for the whistle.

Liao Lisheng’s way of taking penalty kicks is to hit the ball with his heel and hit the ball at the largest angle. Theoretically, the goalkeeper cannot save it. This is a bit like the penalty kick taken by Germany’s Breno in the 90 World Cup final.

The referee blew the whistle, Liao Lisheng almost didn't run up, swung his legs on the spot, and pushed the ball towards the goal. Cesar straightened his arm, and he missed the ball by just a little bit, yes, just a little bit.

The Brazilian goalkeeper jumped up and yelled at the fans behind him, venting his inner dissatisfaction. It was only a little bit short. If only my arms were longer, it would be useless even if Cesar's arms were longer. That would slow down the fall. Therefore, in penalty shootouts, it often depends on the penalty shooter.

The one who was most excited about this ball was not Liao Lisheng himself, but Wang Dalei. When Liao Lisheng came out, Wang Dalei had no confidence in him. After all, he was too young, so when Liao Lisheng scored a penalty, Wang Dalei breathed a sigh of relief.

"You kid is hiding something, I thought you would be crushed."

Liao Lisheng chuckled: "You're still talking about me, you haven't saved a single ball until now."

Wang Dalei pulled a long face: "Bah, you're still chattering."

The two clapped their hands together, and Liao Lisheng ran back. Almost halfway through the penalty shootout, the score was still tied.

The third player from the Brazilian team was Oscar. He still did not become a savior like Kaka in the end.

"The penalty shootout has reached the third round, which is the most critical time. If you miss now, you will have no chance to make up for it later," Shen Fangjian said.

"I hope that the pressure can crush Oscar, and I hope that Wang Dalei can save a penalty kick. In the previous two times, Wang Dalei made a throw in the wrong direction."

Oscar's face was expressionless. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but his heart was probably overwhelmed. Wang Dalei was provoking him, pointing at the ball, saying that he didn't set it up properly, but Oscar still didn't say a word. He didn't even look at the referee, but lowered his head.

"come'on."

Wang Dalei yelled at Oscar, come on, come on, Oscar run-up, push shot, Wang Dalei didn't move ahead this time, but watched the opponent's movement, the ball flew to Wang Dalei's left, and Wang Dalei threw himself in the right direction, unfortunately, the ball was sticking to the lawn, Wang Dalei's falling speed was a little slower, and the ball rolled from Wang Dalei's hand into the net.

"Damn!" Wang Dalei felt depressed, almost a little bit.

"YA."

Oscar punched the fans in the stands, I did it, I am no worse than Kaka, even though my name is Oscar.

The commentary booth where Shen Fangjian was located could see the replay footage, and it was indeed a little bit short. The distance between Wang Dalei's fingertips and the ball was only a few centimeters. The quality of Oscar's ball was not high, but the ball stuck to the lawn, so Oscar was lucky.

When Oscar was walking back, he met Mu Fei, the guy with the Sao Paulo accent, the bad guy who harassed Neymar.

"Hey, you don't use your mouth to take penalties, if you do, it's worth watching."

Oscar's purpose was to irritate Mu Fei, just like Mu Fei irritated Neymar during the game. He thought Mu Fei would be furious, but unexpectedly, Mu Fei laughed, "After Neymar goes down, you will be useless."

Oscar's expression changed immediately, this was the greatest insult to him, it meant that without Neymar, the rest of the people would be incompetent.

Oscar made a motion to wipe away his tears, "Just wait and cry."

Mu Fei ignored him and went straight to the penalty spot.

Li Guo was very nervous about this ball, he didn't know if Mu Feifei couldn't do it, did he trust young people too much, but it was too late to change now.

Mu Fei walked up to the ball, kicked the ball away, and then signaled the referee to replace it with a new one. Everyone in the stands looked dumbfounded. What kind of routine is this?

In today's multi-ball system, players are allowed to change the ball, and the referee has nothing to say, so he changed one for Mu Fei.

Cesar looked at Mu Fei and thought, this kid is very good at showing off, he must teach you a lesson, for example, make you cry, it must be very interesting.

Mu Fei looked at the referee, the latter sounded the whistle, Mu Fei started a run-up, and then kicked violently, without any footwork at all, just like when elementary school students just kicked the ball, it was purely brute force, but because of this, it was even more deceptive to professional goalkeepers, Cesar threw the wrong direction, and the ball blasted into the middle.

3:3.

What kind of grievances, what kind of planes, even penalty shootouts are so inextricably fought, do we owe China anything?

Most of the fans in the stands think this way. I don't know if there is a word for fate in Portuguese, but this is what the fans think now.

"3 to 3, this round of [-] was too cruel. Not far from my commentary stand were Brazilian fans. They all stood up to watch the game, and they were all praying. Many young fans had heavy faces and looked very worried," Shen Fangjian said.

"And my Brazilian colleague not far away has stopped talking, holding his chin and thinking. The penalty shootout has reached the last two rounds. I don't know if the last two goals can determine a winner."

"And the English counterparts beside me are talking about it, and he is even predicting that the Brazilian team will lose the game."

The loud shout of "Brazil, Brazil" sounded again, and amidst the loud cheers, Ruo stepped out of the middle circle and walked towards the penalty spot.

(End of this chapter)