Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

I saw the souls of the two teams talking directly.

The fans erupt in cheers.

Everyone is cheering for Modric.

"Pass him!"

"Little Mozi, wear his crotch!"

"Don't be afraid, show your skills!"

"..."

Inside the Longvision studio.

The commentator Sun Shengping has just finished introducing the lineups of both sides.

Seeing Modric dribble the ball towards Hierro on the screen.

His eyes lit up!

"Liaodong Team No. 12 Modric!"

"He will face the Spanish captain Hierro's defense!"

"The young Croatian foreign aid Modric is now affectionately called 'Little Mozi' by Dragon Country fans!"

"This title is down-to-earth and friendly, and it has the characteristics of the Northeast of the Dragon Kingdom."

Next to him, Han Qiaozheng also came alive.

"Little Mozi, the fist is afraid of the young!"

"Get past Hierro, you are the new hero!"

"Don't worry, this is the territory of the Dragon Kingdom, Ye Luo dare not do anything wrong!"

"..."

Sit on the bench.

Qin Feng also became interested.

Modric VS Hierro!

This scene...

If it weren't for myself, it would be impossible to appear.

Hierro is a veteran.

Probably not as knowledgeable as the junior Modric!

On the field.

Modric nudged the ball with his right foot.

came near Hierro.

He accelerated suddenly, changed direction with a step, and rushed directly from the left side of Hierro.

Cheers immediately erupted from the stands.

Modric's movement frequency is fast enough, and his work is concealed.

It is reasonable to be able to pass Hierro.

Cruyff on the sidelines also looked straight and nodded.

Modric's extraordinary movements are simple, direct and efficient.

Much better than those fancy tricks.

Qin Feng laughed.

Very good, an old player like Hierro still understands the truth.

Before he could stop smiling.

The situation on the field changed.

Modric broke through Hierro's defense and was about to pass the ball into the space.

There was a sudden sound of wind behind him.

It's Hierro.

He chased back at high speed from the side and rear, and suddenly hit a sliding shovel.

Not only broke the ball, but also lifted Modric into the air.

Bang.

Modric hit the ground.

Couldn't get up for half a day.

There was an uproar.

Hierro's tackle was too ferocious.

Many people shouted foul.

But more fans remained silent.

No need for slow motion playback.

Just now Hierro's defensive moves were clean, and he could see clearly with the naked eye. He was the first to touch the football.

Modric was brought down by inertia.

really.

The referee who was close at hand did not say anything.

The big screen is in slow motion.

Hierro didn't make any foul moves.

Just a clean tackle.

Inside the Longvision studio.

Sun Shengping and Han Qiaozheng exclaimed together.

"It seems that Hierro doesn't want to be overtaken by the younger generation!" Sun Shengping exclaimed: "That's good, the game will be more exciting!"

Han Qiaozheng smacked his lips.

"I think Hierro is thin-skinned and can't afford to lose!"

"Let little Mozi live without losing a piece of meat!"

"This is a charity match held in Dragon Kingdom."

"Yero won't be so shameless!"

"..."

What happened to Hierro?

On the coach's bench, Qin Feng stood up abruptly.

The defensive strength just now.

Not supposed to be at a charity friendly.

The intensity of the World Cup knockout round is nothing more than that!

Is it...

On the other side is the coach seat.

Rexach's face was gloomy, "Clement, you saw it, is this appropriate?"

"I have no way."

The Spanish coach looked at the field expressionlessly.

"I've put Arteta, Real Madrid's centre-back, on the bench."

"If Hierro is not allowed to play again, Real Madrid chairman Sanz will not agree."

"After all, he is competing with you Barcelona!"

Hear this.

Rexach swallowed the complaint that came to his lips.

Yes!

If it weren't for the old Sanz of Real Madrid who cried, made trouble and hanged himself.

I came to Dragon Country to compete today.

It should be just Barcelona.

Now the Real Madrid players are coming along.

It's impossible not to let them play.

Thinking of this, Rexach aimed at the Liaodong coach's bench.

Qin, Qin, your Liaodong team, wish you luck!

Barcelona players can't be in front of Longguo fans.

Compared to Real Madrid!

Thinking of this, Rexach got up and slowly moved to the sidelines.

He made an offensive gesture to Barcelona player Enrique near the sideline.

Enrique was stunned for half a second, and then changed his previous lazy style.

Begin to actively run and pull.

On the other side is the Liaodong coach's bench.

Qin Feng didn't notice Rexach's small movements.

He was asking Cruyff suspiciously.

"Is Hierro's tackle just now too big?"

Cruyff was smoking a cigarette, staring deeply at Hierro.

"Don't worry, look again."

Also, a ball doesn't see much.

Qin Feng turned his head and looked into the arena.

He didn't sit back in his seat until Modric got up with nothing to do.

Fortunately, little Mozi was not injured!

On the field.

Hierro hooked the ball and got up.

He didn't even look at Modric, who was grinning behind him, and rushed to the Liaodong team's defense with the ball.

Zhao Jiayi came up to defend.

Hierro cuts the ball inside, swings out of position, flicks the outside instep of his left foot, and passes Enrique diagonally to the left.

Enrique catches the ball and turns around.

Zhao Junze has already taken a defensive position on the opposite side.

It was just a friendly match, and he didn't step forward to press too much.

Facing Zhao Junze's absent-minded defense.

Enrique makes a direct pass.

The football rolled to the right of the center again.

Hierro rushed up at high speed.

Swing your legs to meet the ball and make a volley.

Here is nearly 40 meters from the goal.

With Hierro's foot strength, he can completely threaten the goal.

Liaodong central defender Xu Dong has been led into the penalty area by Morientes.

There was no defense in front of Hierro.

Bang.

The football turned into a white light and went straight to the upper left corner of the Liaodong goal.

Liaodong goalkeeper Liu Jiansheng focused.

He moved quickly and flew to save.

The football was too fast, and it whizzed past Liu Jiansheng's hands.

Just when everyone thought the ball was bound to be scored.

There was a loud bang from duang.

The ball hit the iron corner of the goal and bounced back into the penalty area.

Liu Jiansheng fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the opposite shot is too pursuit of the angle...

He got up quickly and rushed to the football.

at this time!

A white figure rushed up.

Spanish striker No. 10, "Golden Boy" Raul!

Before Liu Jiansheng could catch the ball, he volleyed with his left foot.

The ball rushed past Liu Jiansheng's head like lightning.

Impartially in the middle of the net nest.

The ball is in.

3 minutes into the game.

The Liaodong team fell behind 0:1.

All the fans sighed.

But then there was applause.

The Spanish team's offense just now is fast and smooth, and it looks pleasing to the eye.

The defensive strength of the Liaodong team was obviously not mentioned.

It was supposed to be a charity match.

It is always good to see a few more goals.

But on the sidelines coach.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.

The Spanish team's offensive rhythm is too fast!

Whether it's tackling Modric or Hierro who dribbles forward.

Still Enrique who kicked the ball without making any moves.

Or it was Morientes who was running and pulling and Raul who was making a cover shot.

None of them looked like they were playing a friendly game!

This is the rhythmic intensity of a regular game!

Spanish team...

Damn, play with me for real!

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