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Chapter 208 I have never seen such a big scene!

Author: Head Coach Gao Qiu

Chapter 208 I have never seen such a big scene!

Sixteen to eight, I originally thought that the hot one would die + the dark horse bonus for the first time participating... these two points can at least help Iceland slow down the pace of Sanmao.

Unexpectedly, it was another crushing round.

Forget about crushing him, Xiao Wen clocked out again.

Another hat trick.

Those who were waiting to see Xiao Wen's joke suddenly felt bored.

The rest of the game was uneventful.

Poland defeats Switzerland.

Wales won the civil war with Northern Ireland.

Portugal 1:0 Croatia passed the border in danger.

Another favorite, France, also narrowly defeated Ireland 2:1.

Germany defeated Slovakia 3:0 cleanly.

The golden generation of Belgium 4:0 Hungary was equally aggressive.

The showdown between the old giants Italy and Spain was so cute... In the end, the idea that Italy was weak completely destroyed the Spanish matador.

In the quarter-finals, Poland faced Portugal, Wales PK Belgium, Germany and Italy met again, and Sanmao was in an early final with France!

In the International Cup, playing against the host country is often the most difficult, because in addition to facing the opponent's players on the court, you also have to go through hardships off the court.

Why are there the sound of firecrackers and whistles outside the window in the middle of the night? Why are there inexplicable phone calls coming in in the middle of the night asking for fuel? Sorry, Xiao Wen doesn’t think he is a greasy man.

Moreover, the French team is recognized for its rapid improvement in strength in recent years... Oh no... It should be said that the strength of the Menghui 98 generation...

Whether it's Pogba, Griezmann, Xiao Wen's teammate Payet, Kante and others, they are all top-notch stars.

Even Giroud, Koscielny, Evgenia and others were once top players or powerful stars.

Xiao Wen put on his headphones, got out of the car, and followed everyone slowly into the St. Denis Stadium.

The French fans stood silently at the entrance of the away team's stadium. The entrance was on the lower floor of the stadium's giant dome building. The evening air did not feel fresh at all. Instead, it was just sticky. It was so sticky that it felt a little damp.

Pogba, half of Manchester United's youth training.

Some people even speculated that if Xiao Wen hadn't been there, Manchester United might have bought Pogba back as the cornerstone of the team.

Leaving for zero price and returning for 100 million, although it sounds a bit outrageous, but after thinking about it, this is also something Manchester United can do.

During the warm-up, Xiao Wen was booed as soon as he came out.

This stadium has a murderous feeling for no apparent reason.

"What bullshit odds."

Walker approached Sterling and continued the unfinished conversation in the car.

Xiao Wen frowned, betting on dogs is not allowed in the house...

Kane came over and started talking to Xiao Wen about how to crack the defense line of Koscielny, Umtiti, Evra and Sagna...

This was not Xiao Wen’s first important knockout match in an intercontinental competition. Therefore, Xiao Wen did not feel excited or nervous at all. He lowered his head and cursed softly at Pogba, who had exchanged words with him at the entrance.

Start jogging with Kane to stretch.

Not far behind him, Kanter looked at his back silently. Kanter knew Xiao Wen's strength. Even that silent and simple face seemed to hide an uncontrollable worry.

In Kanter's mind, Xiao Wen, who has been getting along day and night these days, is a young man with a calm temperament who always faces everything with a cheerful smile. But once he is angered, it will be a violent storm or a volcanic eruption.

Pogba, Pogba, what are you doing to mess with this guy?

Payette also frowned, looking at Xiao Wen's back, thinking of the scenes of his dominance in the Premier League and Champions League, and a faint worry appeared on his face.

After the warm-up was completed, the head coaches of both teams in the locker room also made final arrangements.

The starter began to lead the caddy into the venue.

The French team's starting lineup can be said to be the strongest... Oh, the guy who took the blame had a conflict with the head coach and didn't come.

Goalkeeper loli.

Four defenders, Sagna, Koscielny, Umtiti, Evra

Double midfielder, Pogba + Kante.

Midfield three, Moussa Sissoko, Griezmann and Payet.

The one standing in front is Giroud the Great Eagle.

There are basically no changes in the first release of Sanmiao.

Hart is still waiting for the angel from heaven.

The left and right guards of Walker and Luke Shaw have become more stable, with Cahill teaming up with Smalling.

Henderson and Milner played an unconventional defensive midfielder.

Sterling, Rooney and Xiao Wen are the three midfielders.

Kane is a bit of a free agent in the frontcourt.

The game started amidst the roar of the fans in the stadium.

"...The French team can be said to have beaten England hard in major competitions. As Brazil reaches the top of the World Cup, this game may rise to a situation that is unbearable for the fans."

Cantona, the commentator of the French sports news channel, said in a low voice.

"...Not necessarily. England is famous for being soft in major competitions. Although I occasionally have a big meal, I still believe in what is engraved in the genetic strip."

Cantona listened to the words of another commentator, Gignac, with disdain. The problem was that half of Xiao Wen's genetic strips came from the mysterious East.

"...At the beginning of the game, both sides were at bay. Kante, a tackle saved the ball! Beautiful, Henderson took a little too much, Kante passed to Pogba... Pogba advanced ten meters,

Giroud was asking for the ball at the top of the penalty area, but Pogba didn't give it to him. He just took off and shot! Hart was slow to react! Oh...!!! Crossbar!"

Less than three minutes into the game, all the fans in the stadium hugged their heads and were filled with regret.

Pogba looked in disbelief, looked up at the sky, and first asked the God in the sky why he was so disrespectful.

Next, he lowered his head slightly and looked at Xiao Wen, who many people now call the God on the court...

Xiao Wen met Pogba's gaze and saw the boy's head raised, with an unruly look on his face.

Xiao Wen also saw what Pogba meant.

He smiled and walked towards the center circle.

Xiao asked if he was in a hurry.

Although he is a "young man" on the green field, he has seen enough storms.

Hodgson was also calm and relaxed. He felt that his sleep had been much better since he got Xiao Wen's 'ancient treasure'.

Looking at Deschamps on the sidelines, he was surprised to find that Deschamps was already looking at his watch. Seeing the anxious look on the French coach's face, he felt inexplicably comfortable... You have today too, Deschamps.

Joe Hart did not open the game. In front of the penalty area, Smalling received a pass from the goalkeeper. The setting sun illuminated the entire stadium in a golden color, and there was a sultry and exciting feeling in the air. Those in the stands looked more serious than the players.

The nervous fans were shouting loudly, as if their voices could make Smalling panic.

Smalling is indeed a bit arrogant, but he also knows his weak electricity. So as soon as the ball came to his feet, he only made a slight adjustment and passed the ball to Luke Shaw on the left.

Luke Shaw is a man who has experienced the World Cup final and the Champions League final.

By Xiao Wen's side, he grew up very quickly!

Facing Moussa Sissoko's pressing, he nudged Sterling with his left foot along the sideline to Sterling near the center line.

Sagna did not press Sterling. He was getting older and was a little afraid of the flexible Sterling. He chose to trust his experience.

Sterling held the ball with his back, but had no intention of carrying Sagna. The moment he caught the ball with the inside of his right foot, he cut inside. Only seeing Kane's vague figure near the arc of the center circle, he passed the ball.

passed.

Deshang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his heart suddenly trembled. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Xiao Wen in the distance, and his body froze slightly.

Kane...is this a center forward style?

He was just about to sigh with emotion about Kane's direct pass without stopping... Suddenly he saw Xiao Wen, who had already rushed from Evra to the French team's backcourt... His heart was suddenly pinched...

"Defense..."

This sound is stuck in my throat...

Deschamps could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wen lightly touched the football with his right foot. Although this movement was subtle, it could not escape Deschamps' keen eyes. With such a slight touch, the football seemed to have been designed.

It rolled straight towards the restricted area.

French goalkeeper Lloris is not paranoid about being persecuted. Logically speaking, in such a top-level competition, it is absolutely impossible for such a thing to happen alone, but now Xiao Wen has already done it alone.

To attack or not to attack - Lloris in the small penalty area was thinking silently, but the hot restlessness in his body had quietly begun to pour into his body - according to his experience over the years, he should attack...increase defense

area.

"But this guy is Xiao Wen." Loris shook his head and thought.

Will he stumble while dribbling the ball and be caught up by a defensive player?

Lloris has this naive idea.

However, Xiao Wen's dribbling style was extremely clean and neat, and was so sophisticated that it was chilling.

When he discovered that Xiao Wen had reached the top of the penalty area, he had no way out and rushed out.

Xiao Wen's bronze-colored right foot looked extremely cold.

What's colder than his legs is his natural, concise, sophisticated and even somewhat random shooting movements, which shows that this man is a shooter, a top shooter worthy of awe.

Lloris gambled and rushed to his right

Xiao Wen twisted his ankle, lower left corner!

The football rolls into the net.

The stadium suddenly burst into wailing + Sanmao fans’ crazy shouts…

Xiao Wen ran towards the corner kick area without getting too excited.

Facing Sterling, who was rushing towards him with all his teeth and claws, he pressed down with both hands...

Why are you so excited? I have never seen such a big scene!

(End of chapter)