"In another ten minutes, the game will begin soon."

At this time, the stadium was full, with blue and white and red. The fans of the two teams almost took one side of the stands, making it a very beautiful view.

Argentine football legends Batistuta and Ortega were both sitting in the VIP seats, and the camera was given to them from time to time.

On the Chinese team, the vice chairman of the Football Association, Hao Haidong, Fan Zhiyi and others have also come...

In the player channel, players on both sides also took the children's hands to prepare to appear...

"Look at their faces, they are almost overwhelmed, as if they are sure to win." Zhu Ting stood behind Dong Fangzhuo and muttered.

"That's right. Do you want them to look down at their toes? Don't worry about what others think. Today, you and Mao Jianqing have a heavy task. You must keep an eye on Messi."

"That guy is really stronger than before."

Strategically despise the opponent, but tactically, we must pay attention to the opponent. Don’t Dong Fangzhuo know what level of player Messi is...

"Don't worry, I'll die, and I won't let him pass!"

Zhu Ting gritted his teeth and stared at Messi for a long time.

"Then you can die many times..."

"It's normal to be passed, the point is to prevent him from taking the ball and shooting easily."

Dong Fangzhuo really doesn't believe that Zhu Ting can defend against Messi. It was okay a few years ago, but now it's even harder.

Defending Messi requires siege tactics, just like the opponent's guard against him, Dong Fangzhuo, but because Messi is short, has a low chassis and fast foot frequency, it is much harder to guard against than Dong Fangzhuo.

The three Argentina's forward lineman are Messi's most terrifying. Higuain is better because Feng Xiaoting is there. Although Tevez on the left is also very skilled, he is one level lower than Messi. However, there is a pervert behind Tevez who is dribbling. If that guy goes crazy, he will be a pervert who can't help it...

No one knows this Argentina better than Dong Fangzhuo.

but,

The Chinese team can only fight all the way!

boom,

boom,

boom,

The stadium echoed the cheers of fans from both sides, and it made people feel excited like a storm of the waves...

The players from both sides finally walked out of the stadium, then lined up, shook hands, and picked the side. Zheng Zhi finally picked the kick-off, while Argentina chose the stadium.

"Spectators, fans, what we are bringing you now is the 2010 South Africa World Cup 18th final, the Chinese team vs. Argentina team..."

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Chapter completed!