Football Kung Fu Player

"I just said that this little guy will do very well." Mosley excitedly looked at Wang Xing, who was already ahead of the Mexican football team, and excitedly pointed at Wang Xing's gust-like figure, and said triumphantly: " Old man, what else do you have to say now, do you want to start betting on this kid like me."

"If I'm really as excited as you are, then it's really great." Facing Wang Xing's actions at the moment, West Road looked very powerless, witnessing that Wang Xing's speed still surpassed the Mexican football team's big one. Cut, with an extremely helpless expression, sighed: "It's already in this situation, I don't think I have anything to say."

"I'm helping you." Seeing the friends around him still having strange emotions, "710" Mosley patted Xi Telu's shoulder with a smile, and said triumphantly: "This is helping you." You should really thank me for giving up your impossible wishes."

"Yeah, if it weren't for you, I might be able to perform better." Xi Telu said helplessly: "I hope next time we won't let us meet the Tianchao football team so early, this guy's performance, It was horrible, and if it wasn't a game, I'd want to run up to them and give this guy a hard time."

When Xi Telu said this, he raised his fist, but quickly put it down again, and stared at Wang Xing, who was dribbling the ball on the court, as if he understood something. Scratching his curly brown hair, he said in a bad mood: "But this guy's body, I seem to be the one who was taught a lesson in the past."

"You guys just need to understand." Mosley nodded with a smile.

"Anyway, it's really unpleasant to see you looking so leisurely." Sitro looked helplessly at Mosley who was comforting him, and couldn't help saying distressedly when the other party said a series of comforting words : "But if we meet them next time, will we be defeated like this again.

"I don't think so." Mosley showed a helpless wry smile, and said seriously: "With their current achievements, as long as there are no accidents in the future, we may even have very few opportunities to meet them."

"You guy, you really can't say anything good." Hearing Mosley's high praise for the Tianchao team, Sitlu sighed, and after hesitating for a while, he looked up at the players on the field again. Wang Xing, on that fluent figure that is constantly galloping, everything seems to be a little different.

"Well, although I don't think what you say is right, it's true." In the end, Xi Telu could only sigh heavily.

"I said it a long time ago, old buddy, we are all old, why bother to worry about who is still the champion? Just look at their performance and you can see it. In the future, in the football world, we are destined to be He left a strong mark."

Mosley looked at Wang Xing on the court with great excitement. When he witnessed Wang Xing's current performance, the admiration for Wang Xing in his eyes became even more intense.

"It's up to you." Facing such highly appraised praise from his friends around him, Xi Telu could only spread his hands, looking helpless and helpless.

After all, the current him has finally been persuaded by his friends, and he also understands where the gap between their Mexican football team and the Chinese football team is reflected. Can't keep up with the flaws.

"Okay, let's watch this game carefully now, otherwise, if you miss this game, next time you think about going head-on with this little guy like Wang Xing, you won't have many chances." Moss Li smiled and looked at Xi Telu beside him, and when he looked at Xi Telu with the same helpless smile, he said with a smile.

"Understood, you guy, if you don't praise this guy, it will be fine." Facing another wave of praise from Mosley, Sitlu said with a wry smile...

"Wang Xing has now stepped into the center of the Mexican football team. Although this scene makes us unbelievable, if Wang Xing makes a mistake at this time, then this mistake will undoubtedly be fatal. " Mexico's football commentator looked at Wang Xing on the field with trembling in his heart, in the competition of all members of the Mexican football team

Wang Xing still didn't mess up his position, which made the football commentator subconsciously speak out the tactics he was considering.

"Terreiss, seize this opportunity, Wang Xing should be the closest to you now!" Art Will struggled to get close to Wang Xing, who had fought for the ball, watching Wang Xing as if he had a foresight, and was far away from himself. At that time, he looked at the player closest to Wang Xing and shouted loudly.

The current him is already too nervous to make a single mistake, otherwise, all of this will really be reduced to a laughing stock, because everyone thinks that their attack will be successful this time, and now looking at Wang Xing It is unbelievable that he was really killed from the crowd.

"What happened just now, how could such a terrifying speed erupt in an instant." After reminding 1.8, Art Will was full of memories of Wang Xing's actions just now, as if it was completed in an instant The action, when Wang Xing faced Te Reiss who was in control of the football, he came to Te Reiss at the moment the football was kicked into the air, and the moment he delicately touched the ball with his toes, he dribbled the ball directly past .

This is already beyond Alt Will's imagination, but relying on one person's judgment, it is impossible to complete such a difficult movement, so all this is just Wang Xing's own intuition, according to this intuition , Wang Xing's own judgment.

"What a terrifying guy." When Art Will looked at the fiery red figure in the distance, his firm heart, which had just been resolute, flickered again like a candle in the wind. .