Chapter 168 A runaway horse
The brave Dutch team captain Van Bronckhorst was like a train, steaming towards the front goal post. He wanted to assist his teammate Detu to add another lock to Zhuo Yang. When the football suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, he was completely
It is a subconscious action, and it is also the principle of the defender in handling the ball, just like a cat sees a mouse and must not let it go.
However, the mouse was too fast, faster than Van Bronckhorst's brain and body reactions. Only halfway through his action to stop the ball, the football hit his toes and changed direction, running straight into a meter away.
The door line scraped against the front doorpost.
Captain Giovanni van Bronckhorst's own goal, China team 1:2 Netherlands.
Van Bronckhorst will never believe that Zhuoyang is deliberately looking for his own goal, and he will never believe it for the rest of his life. The media will not believe it, and neither will the brothers. This kind of attack on the opponent as a teammate is
Even God may not believe it. Perhaps the only person who believes it is Huang Chengjun in the stands, because Zhuo Yang is his belief.
Believe it or not, the score has changed anyway.
Not caring about celebrating with his teammates, let alone cheering for the fans, Zhuo Yang asked Yu Hanchao to grab the football from the net. When he was running towards his own half, Zhuo Yang also pushed Huntelaar.
"Hey, hurry up and tee off for me." Huntelaar ignored him.
This goal ignited the remaining fire in the hearts of the Chinese team players, but it did not panic the Dutch. The two sides' football knowledge is too different, as deep as the Indian Ocean. Of course, this is also determined by the situation on the field. The Dutch
Still leading, and the time left by the Chinese team can be counted in seconds.
The Chinese team took advantage of the momentum of winning a goal and swarmed forward. Time did not allow them to follow the plan step by step. They had no choice but to burn everything. The experienced Dutch were patient and entangled. They did not expect to be beaten to death with a stick and only left time to kill.
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In the 89th minute, Deng Shuoxiang and Zhao Jiuri made a mistake in passing in the frontcourt, and the Dutch seized the opportunity to launch a fatal counterattack. Kuyt received the ball and turned around to pass the ball to Huntelaar from the center circle.
Lonely single sword.
No one can catch up, and Zhuo Yang is also far behind. Only Wang Dalei can stop Huntelaar, and only he can prevent the game from ending one minute early.
Wang Dalei didn't save Huntelaar's single sword. He knocked down Huntelaar's man. You don't know whether he deliberately attacked the person instead of the ball. Wang Dalei jumped up excitedly, which was more exciting than winning the lottery.
Fortunately, the yellow card and penalty kick from the La Rianda referee did not stop him.
We have already saved two penalty kicks, and the next one is a hat-trick of consecutive saves. How glorious would this be! So, why bother? Just let it go, save trouble and effort, and still have it in hand.
Zhuoyang just chatted a few words with Mr. La Rianda out of habit: Are you still bragging? There are already three penalty kicks. Isn’t that a lot?
"Captain of the Chinese team, you and I both know very well that it was a clear and unmistakable penalty kick. I hope you won't dwell on it anymore."
"Okay." Zhuo Yang nodded: "You are a very good referee, if you play fewer cards."
The Chinese team has 5 yellows and one red, and the Netherlands has 4 yellows. This is the most colorful game in the World Cup in South Africa so far.
Even with the penalty kick bug, Zhuo Yang also knew the crisis at this time. Even if there was not much time left, the Chinese team's hope of coming back without this penalty kick would be slim, but there was still hope. The penalty kick was scored, what?
All gone.
Sneijder stood awkwardly in front of the penalty spot, Van Persie and Robben went down, no one was fighting him anymore, but he didn't want to kick at all at the moment. Two lessons learned from the past, this is too damn exciting
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Sneijder saw preparations being made on the sidelines for substitutions. The Dutch No. 17 was replaced by No. 10. The 24-year-old midfielder Ibrahim Afellay from Eindhoven was about to replace him. Sneijder thought it would take a while.
, when the sideline is ready, you can go with the flow, and there will be no need to take penalty kicks. Whoever likes it can come.
But he felt that this was too shameless and blatantly cowardly. After thinking about it, Sneijder still had the courage to come forward. This bunch of bitches usually take penalty kicks to score goals, and they are all the bosses. Today he
Mom all looked around and shrank back, no one was embarrassed.
At this moment, Sneijder thought of the injured Van der Vaart. Although he didn't speak to him because of our hatred the previous year, the guy did have the guts. If he was on the court, maybe I wouldn't have to take the penalty.
Whether they can score or not, they have to guard against the last minute. The Dutch are divided into two groups at this time. Half of them are outside the Chinese team's penalty area, waiting for the opportunity to make up for the shot. They have already assumed that they will be saved in advance. If they can make up for it first, this will
This nerve-wracking game is over. Half of the players have their feet in front and behind the center line, standing in a loose defensive formation. There is no need to go back and forth whether they can advance or not. The Chinese team is tired, and the Dutch are equally tired as grandsons.
Sneijder has set-piece footwork, and he is also very good. At the Victor Stadium, he, Van der Vaart and Ibrahimovic had a tragic Three Kingdoms brawl. The cause was each other's competition for free kicks. Free kicks are not a problem.
Penalty kicks are not a problem, but Zhuoyang is so wicked that he makes all of this a problem.
Sneijder's run-up distance was very long. In fact, his eyes were closed at the moment when he was angrily hitting the football on the instep: I'm going to fuck you, go in, please!
The football hit the crossbar diagonally, and Wang Dalei couldn't touch it even if he knew the speed of the ball. The crossbar is round, and when the football collided with it, it formed a 45° angle from bottom to top. In other words, it bounced back flat and went
Fierce.
Zhuo Yang got rid of his brother De Tu for the first time in the audience! Although the butcher was strong, he did not have Zhuo Yang's outstanding ability to predict. He only used one second to hesitate and judge, and in this second Zhuo Yang seemed to be out of control.
of wild horses.
Fan Umbrella saw Zhuo Yang running towards him with eyes split open, and shouted: Go! This sound made Fan Umbrella tremble, and by the time he turned around and ran away or tried to grab Zhuo Yang, it was already too late.
, he only saw the wild horse’s huge butt.
Only the football could catch up with Zhuoyang. It slipped from his head and was stabbed neither lightly nor hard by the toes of his right foot. The acceleration caused it to roll forward quickly, causing Van der Wiel's sneakers to slip away.
In front of Heitinga, who was slumping in a lunge, Zhuoyang caught up with the football that was still rushing forward.
If we talk about the top defenders in today's football whose reputation is far less than their strength, Heitinga must have a place. The 27-year-old Johnny Heitinga was once known as one of the "Four Little Swans of the Netherlands" and became famous earlier than the Six Musketeers.
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Zhuoyang didn't slow down at all, and swept directly towards Heitinga's right side. When Heitinga turned around to meet the enemy, he couldn't help but wonder: Zhuo Yang was too hasty, wasn't he? With such a rough line, does he look down on me?
However, when he accompanied Zhuo Yang and turned to the right, he knew that he was wrong.
Chapter completed!