Golden Greenery

Simone Pepe's shot was like a precision-guided Russian X55 medium-range missile, accurately hitting the corner flag and making Rwandan assistant referee Nata Gujira grin. Also shocked into a cold sweat was Li Weifeng, who stepped on the penalty area line and shot. He originally thought the ball was going to be lost, but he didn't expect the Italian man to be so polite, which was like a scandal.

As a result, Li Weifeng, who had escaped the disaster, added insult to injury and applauded Pepe amidst the mocking laughter of the fans in the audience.

Peipei, who was already embarrassed enough, was furious and rushed to pull Li Datou. Datou showed no sign of weakness, and the two of them twisted together. Zhuo Yang and Meng Er, who were living close together and flying together, came up to separate the two and drove them away.

Feeling panicked, Pepe turned around and walked back, but still couldn't hold himself back and kicked the turf viciously. However, he was once again aroused by his own anger, and he couldn't help but turn around to confront Li Weifeng.

Datou still didn't give in, and Zhuo Yang was also angry. "Are you done? I'm giving you face, right?" He directly reached out and took Liang Zi. Under the threat of the former angry-eyed demon king, Pepe gave up. He muttered, lowered his head and restrained himself in anger, but the referee Damon did not let him go, and he could not escape with a yellow card.

This episode passed quickly. Maybe the two sides were teased because of it, or maybe it was the urgency of time passing quickly. The next game changed from the orderly and calm manner in the first half. The actions of both sides gradually became louder, and yellow cards appeared one after another.

On China's side, Li Weifeng hit the yellow with an elbow while defending Iaquinta's takeoff, and Cannavaro's flying tackle on Li Jinyu was not spared. Ba Ye finally failed to resist and used non-technical means to defend Zhuo Yang. The fact that he only received a yellow card at this time is a testament to Ba Ye's ability.

Even Li shoveled Meng Er until he was rolling all over the floor.

In the first half, there was only one minion, Shao Jiayi, on both sides. It was only ten minutes into the second half. Both sides had already received three yellows each, and the atmosphere of the game suddenly became tense. In fact, this is more detrimental to Italy. They are a strong team and have a higher probability of winning if they follow the rules. This makes the atmosphere of the game anxious and tense, which is more conducive to the weak teams disrupting the game.

There were many discerning people on the court, and both Meng Er and Lippi were helpless.

In the 60th minute, Zhuo Yang got the ball in the frontcourt. Italy's formation was very tight, and his teammates' movement in front was almost locked. He was also entangled with Ba Ye, so he couldn't break through. Zhuo Yang simply started playing by himself, dribbling the ball horizontally along the 40-meter line, and Ba Ye stayed with him.

"Eighth Master, I never felt how hard my second brother's feet were before. I suspect he has been practicing secretly recently. What do you think?" The talkative man did not forget to talk while carrying the ball. Meng Er's goal in the first half really surprised everyone, including Zhuo Yang. The second brother has long-range shooting skills, but such a tough cannonball style is not his style.

The second brother's long-range shots have always been known for their tricky angles.

"Meng Er has indeed increased his goals this year." Ba Ye is an insider. While he was arguing with Zhuo Yang, he was observing and anticipating Zhuo Yang's movements. Zhuoyang's tone and pout made Master Ba feel that he was a little jealous that his brother had scored such a shocking long-range shot.

Maybe this kid is also holding back his long shot! Ba Ye said in his heart.

Zhuoyang has strong feet. Although he is not a heavy gunner in football, he is also capable of long-range anger. Today he was pestered by Master Eight to no avail. He must have wanted to use a long shot to vent his anger at this time, but he also didn't want to be compared with his brother.

Therefore, Zhuoyang dribbled the ball horizontally several times and raised his feet several times, which shocked Master Ba so much that he almost flew up.

From the left to the right sideline in one breath, Zhuo Yang pulled the ball and turned around to return along the original path. Naturally, Ba Ye followed him closely. In this way, the court was very strange. The two people seemed to be isolated from the game, running back and forth and chatting.

But the other twenty people have no football!

The Italian players didn't dare to come up rashly to join forces, and the Chinese team didn't care. Zhuo Yang had absolute authority in whatever he wanted to do. Ba Ye couldn't grab Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang couldn't break through Ba Ye.

After wandering around like this again, winger Pepe couldn't help it anymore. He rushed over to give Jiaba a helping hand and double-teamed Zhuo Yang. The Italian midfielder cannot lose his position, so his choice makes sense.

"Master Ba, the game is over in a while. I'm going to beat the kid. Do you want to help him or me?" Zhuo Yang suddenly asked such a question that made Gattuso laugh and cry.

Master Ba knows Zhuo Yang too well. He will not hit someone because of a conflict on the court, unless the person sincerely provokes him, continues to provoke him off the court, and strikes first without mercy. Pepe has not reached this stage at all. If this involves beating someone, then Zhuoyang will not be banned for two more lifetimes.

Zhuo Yang meant nothing more than talking nonsense and taking advantage. But Peipei was very angry at Zhuo Yang's words: Why am I so unlucky? Everyone dislikes me.

Full of grief and anger, Peipei secretly shouted and rushed forward, squeezing and bumping in an attempt to give Zhuoyang some pain.

"You kid, you know this all day long..." Ba Ye was still talking to Zhuo Yang, so Pepe was shocked because he used too much force and was dodged by Zhuo Yang like a matador.

‘Bang! ’ They collided face to face, and a mushroom cloud could be seen between Gahachi and Pepe. The two of them were spinning and falling to the ground.

Zhuo Yang was overjoyed. He had been looking for an opportunity to make Ba Ye suffer some losses, but he had no chance to do so. Unexpectedly, Peipei was so generous. I guess you don't have to think about beating him anymore, Master Ba will hit him first.

Zhuo Yang didn't care about Jia Baye at this moment. Without the shackles, he immediately changed direction and rushed towards the hinterland of Italy with the ball. This change disrupted Italy's formation. They knew all too well what it meant for Zhuo Yang to appear in the dangerous area without restraint.

As if seeing Cleopatra VII, the Italian men swarmed towards Zhuoyang, and the leader was Meng Er. Cleopatra couldn't resist so many men, let alone Zhuoyang. His pass passed Meng Er's thigh and flew to the right baseline, with the target behind Zambrotta, as fast as lightning.

The second brother thought it was a bad thing, but when he looked back, No. 8 Zheng in white had already completed the pass from the baseline before Zambrotta turned around.

Shao Jiayi is a person who plays football with his brain, although the disadvantage in confrontation always makes him lack of brain. But at this moment, the Italian defense lost track of him because of panic, and he also knew that goalkeeper Marchetti was not in position.

It was almost a zero-degree angle, and it was still 3 meters away from the front goal post, but Shao Jiayi just turned around in response to Zheng's pass and directly swept the front goal post and shot. His choice was completely beyond Marchetti's expectations, and even beyond Zhuo Yang's expectations.

The football slipped in quietly from the gap between Marchetti and the front post, and the Chinese team took the lead again 2:1. Forty meters away, Ba Ye and Pepe's nosebleeds also happened to burst out.

Italian players and tens of thousands of Italian men and women were stunned, while Chinese players and tens of thousands of Chinese men and women cheered with joy. With less than half an hour left, the Chinese team has already reached the threshold of the top 16.

There are still those who are unwilling to accept the difficulties of fate, and Marcello Lippi decided to use his last trump card.