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Chapter 218 Half court is the shooting range?

"The final word!"

"I hope this goal will not arouse Patricio's fear of being dominated by the German team."

"The fatal long pass sent by young player Li Kang after stealing the ball easily defeated Portugal's defense!"

"Diego Costa's fulcrum, David Silva's breakthrough, Juanfran's cross, the four of them used the simplest cooperation to jointly create this goal!"

"In just two minutes, the Spanish team took the lead!"

"Oh! It's 126 seconds. It's the fastest goal in the history of the European Cup final. It's the final."

"The camera showed the Spanish players, who gathered in the corner flag area to have a carnival."

"We saw Ronaldo comforting his teammates with gestures, as if to say: Don't worry, the game has just begun, I will stand up!"

"This is leadership!"

Ronaldo gestured towards Pepe that there was something wrong with goalkeeper Patricio's saving posture.

Looking unhappy.

Pepe quickly stopped him and signaled him to go to the net to pick up the football.

This is the national team, not Real Madrid. Patricio will not tolerate accusations in this way like Navas.

Thunderous applause.

The fans at the scene did not lose heart and encouraged the Portuguese soldiers with their warmest applause.

Corner flag area.

Diego Costa was so excited that he pulled up the corner flag.

Teammates ran forward and celebrated wildly.

The assistants and wives blew kisses wildly.

Studio.

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[Cristiano Ronaldo is so wronged, these teammates can’t help him at all.]

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[How can Portugal have the confidence to play as a defensive midfielder against the Armada?]

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[The referee is Clattenberg from England, his nickname is "The Draw Master"! Believe me, the final will definitely be a draw, with overtime and a penalty shootout!]

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[It’s strange, Lisbon is not that bad, it can’t be scored so easily.]

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[Don’t worry, Li Mingdeng hasn’t participated in the attack yet.]

Courtside.

The reaction from the Spanish dugout was muted.

Bosque stood up briefly, applauded, and sat down again.

Only Mignano was overjoyed.

The other side.

Santos frowned.

In order to save money, the Portuguese Football Association only signed a contract with him until June 2016, and did not expect the team to perform well in this European Cup.

I just renewed my contract not long ago.

If they are massacred in the European Cup final, a record or something will be set. The name will go down in history.

The circle reopens during the game.

Nani kicked the ball back to Joao Mario.

This little black egg is quite reliable.

Although he has a slow pace, sticks to the ball, is slow to release the ball, has poor ability to catch the ball with his back, has no sense of position, and has weak ability to break away, he has a very rich imagination in passing the ball.

"The ball was passed at full level at the beginning, Ronaldo was crying!"

“Portugal’s fast break!”

"do not give up!"

"Yes, kick your feet twice and maintain the advancing formation!"

"Oops! Lost the ball!"

"The referee Clattenburg signaled that there was no foul!"

Saul did not expect that the ball could be intercepted so easily.

The opposite Joao Mario is a famous Portuguese Super League player.

too easy.

Snapped!

Didn't think much about it.

The Atletico Madrid youngster immediately passed the ball to Li Kang who ran across the center circle.

From the audience’s perspective:

Spain's No. 6 didn't look back at the ball at all, but was able to lead the ball perfectly.

wrong.

Such a strange step.

Why did that kid make the action of shooting?

Pass the center circle line. Hit the door directly?

Bosque couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Santos looked dull and covered his chest.

God's perspective.

Portugal's defense revealed a huge gap.

Fragmented defensive positioning.

Aroused the hunting instinct of Spanish attackers.

A bright golden shadow appeared in Li Kang's field of vision.

White with gold rim, No. 7.

All kinds of negative emotions are wildly intertwined.

'Look, that country boy's accent is really weird, like a pig's.'

'You will always be a loser.'

'Go back to Madeira, country boy.'

'So what if I beat you? What do you want to do? Do you want to go to your father to complain? Oh, I almost forgot, your father is dead.'

'Don't say that, he has a new father at Manchester United - assistant coach Carlos Queiroz!'

'Haha, the best player in the world! Just you?'

Thoughts wander.

Li Kang's steps and movements completely coincide with the shadow.

The calves and knees combine great strength!

Boom!

An explosion resounded across the sky.

Let all negative emotions disappear.

Phnom Penh Luo, half court is the shooting range!

The football roars towards the Portuguese team's door!

Like a rainbow light!

rise.

Fall.

The combination of arcs and gradients creates the most wonderful trajectory!

Everyone was stunned.

Including goalkeeper Patricio.

When he came to his senses and made a save.

Football has hit the Portuguese net!

2:0!!!

The whole place was in an uproar!

"pretty!"

"Two goals in two minutes!"

"The unstoppable Armada!"

"Half court is within range."

"Li Kang, outside the center circle, used a fierce and domineering elevator ball to break Portugal's goal!"

"Who is the King of Iberia?"

“Is this midsummer in France going to produce the most tragic massacre in the history of the European Cup final?”

Duan Xuan and He Wei were very excited.

It's too late to adjust my mood.

Scored another goal?

Can you give me some buffer time?

Studio.

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【Magnus Effect!】

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[What are you doing? This is the European Cup final? It’s not the group stage!]

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[Portugal is not that weak. If you let Sporting Lisbon play Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid, and Barcelona, ​​they won’t concede so many goals.]

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[They won’t lose that much, so Bayern can give them a score of 7:0.]

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[Calm down, it’s not like there aren’t games where a goal is scored at the beginning and then misfires. 】

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[The Armada that went through three life-and-death battles in Italy, Germany, and France was really brutal!]

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[Don’t panic, the referee is Clattenburg, the draw master! 2-2 is also a draw!]

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[This ball has a little taste of Phnom Penh Lo!]

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[Didn’t the news before the game say that the strength of the two teams was a 50-50 draw? 】

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Of course Li Kang does not have "Siu~".

He roughly knew the general area of ​​the spectator seats where Worrell and Old Man Top were sitting before the game.

He symbolically ran in that direction and raised his fist.

soon.

The teammates rushed forward in a hurry.

The Portuguese defense was dejected.

Cristiano Ronaldo did not complain about his teammates this time, but put his hands on his hips and his eyes were slightly red.

The game resumed soon.

Portugal no longer dares to compete with Spain in the midfield.

They played very steadily.

"From the perspective of the audience, Portugal is very dangerous."

"Do not worry."

"Watch the rhythm."

"Spain deliberately gave up the thirty-meter area to reserve ample space for Diego Costa in the frontcourt."

"Beautiful! Cristiano Ronaldo received the pass from Joao Mario!"

"Can he turn the tide?"

"Oh, Saul is careless."

Ronaldo did not choose to force himself.

Before Saul could get close, he decisively passed the ball to Guerrero, who was advancing from the wing!

The latter has no sticky balls.

Ronaldo found the most suitable position in a short period of time!

Snap!

Football is back at his feet again!

“Excellent one-two!”

"The explosive power is still there!"

"We're about to break into the restricted area!"

"How can the Spanish defense still sit still?"

"Pique's top move!"

"oops!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo fell!"

"The football was cleared out of bounds!"

"The referee took out the yellow card!"

"Portugal's opportunity! An excellent free kick position on the edge of the penalty area. Hey! Why did Ronaldo get a yellow card?"

"False?"

"Judging from the slow-motion replay, Pique stopped his foot early!"

There were boos everywhere at the Stade de France.

Pique smiled and patted Ronaldo on the face.

The latter was not angry.

after all.

During the years when Manchester United was bullied by veterans, Pique was always by his side.

Two people can be best friends.

I won’t write a long one, and the total content is not as much as the game in Turkey.


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