Bake a cake and feed one!

......

Barack was about to vomit.

In addition, the opponent was kind enough to not defend Barack, so he called Barack like a raindrop, so that he couldn't even hide.

The first time Barack was upset about too many shots, dare you believe it?

The effect is also obvious. Before the second half was played, Barack scored his third goal in the game.

At the same time, the scores of the two teams are also rising alternately, and it seems that there is not much farther from the total number of goals scored by 15.

However, what made Ye Feng stare at him was that the last goal belonging to Barack would not come no matter what he said.

On the one hand, Barack's condition has declined, his long-range shooting ability has declined, and his shooting is often not very reliable;

On the other hand, Barack has scored three goals, and everyone generally believes that this is a perfect farewell game for Barack. Even if you don’t score, it doesn’t matter, so the opponent’s goalkeeper has been relatively serious;

On the other hand, it seems that the protagonist today is not very lucky, because in the first and second half, Barack had two goal posts. If both of these kicks could be transferred to the goal, Ye Feng would have completed the task long ago.

Very anxious!

Ye Feng is more anxious than Barack!

You should hurry up and enter one. Don’t you know how to work hard in your farewell match?

As time passed by, Ye Feng didn't know when the old man would change himself, so he even remembered to scratch his ears and heads.

No, you can't pin your hope of completing the task on others.

Happiness must be created by oneself.

So Ye Feng decided to get Barack's last goal by himself.

I'll make a penalty for you!

I don't believe you can even kick the penalty kick!

With a decision, Ye Feng began to implement his plan and rushed directly into the opponent's threat area.

Constantly reaching out to demand, Ye Feng wanted to break through the opponent's penalty area and create a penalty for Barack.

Come on, I promise not to shoot!

Come and grab my ball!

In order to lure the opponent into foul on him, Ye Feng even kept playing fun in the opponent's penalty area after getting the ball.

Cycling!

I'll step on it!

I'll step on it!

I'll never finish stepping!

The movements are so smooth that it is almost as smooth as heaven!

However, the embarrassing thing is that the opponent is indifferent at all.

"Come on, please start your performance!"

I guess the opponent's mood must be like this.

Anyway, it’s irrelevant to play the game, and I’m too lazy to guard against you.

This made Ye Feng very helpless.

If you don't steal me, how can I make a penalty kick?

After several consecutive times, after Cannavaro remained indifferent, Ye Feng couldn't help but burst out.

"Old Tie, you can't cooperate with me and create a penalty kick and let Michael give him a penalty?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but lower his voice and shouted at Cannavaro.

Cannavaro did not react at the first time, and then suddenly realized that Ye Feng wanted to give Barack a penalty!

If it were another game, Cannavaro would have cursed back.

But this game is really an irrelevant farewell match. Giving Barack a penalty kick should be a good gift.

Then, Cannavaro stepped on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was not polite, and he was ready to fall before Cannavaro's foot touched his feet, and then he lay directly in the opponent's penalty area.

He jumped up directly on the spot and rushed to Corina, looking like he would die with you if you didn't give a penalty.

"I have to give a penalty, right?"

Cannavaro next to him nodded quickly when Corina looked at him.

"Yes, it's a penalty kick, it's a penalty kick."

Corina was about to laugh and cry, this was too fake.

Of course, the foul action is true, but is your purpose too obvious?

OK, I will help you!

Corina made a quick decision and gave Bayern friends a penalty kick.

Then, for the sake of reality, Corina took out a yellow card and Liang gave Cannavaro.

Cannavaro also smiled, this yellow card is interesting.

Ye Feng also smiled, picked up the ball and rushed towards Barack.

Put the ball into Barack's arms, then turn around and leave, hiding his merits and fame.

I don't believe it, can you still not score this penalty?

Barack naturally knew what Ye Feng meant. In his farewell match, it was also appropriate to play a penalty kick.

Holding the ball and putting it on the penalty spot, we greeted Barack with all his blessings, even if he was his opponent.

Only Barack's opponent's goalkeeper is a bit miserable.

Although it is adult beauty to let Barack score, what if someone really talks about his performance in this game?

In any case, no goalkeeper is willing to pick up the ball from the fans.

He even wanted to pretend that he had a stomachache and slipped off the court quickly.

Whoever you love, labor and capital have to go to the toilet!

But Barack probably felt embarrassed to kick the penalty kick in the empty goal.

Amid all the cheers of blessings from fans, Barack slowly stepped back, taking the penalty a little seriously.

Ye Feng couldn't help but fold his hands and started praying.

"You are my biological brother, so hurry up and get one for me!"

However, Ye Feng's prayer may not have reached God's ears at all, so no one came to help him realize this wish.

Barack started the run-up and lifted his foot in one go, kicking the ball hard, kicking the ball towards the opponent's goal.

However, before the opponent's goalkeeper could react, a muffled sound was heard, and the fans of the audience were silent.

Damn!

Really door frame?

Ye Feng sat on the ground, and his whole body was in a bad state!
Chapter completed!