Golden Greenery

The brave Dutch team captain Van Bronckhorst was like a train, steaming towards the front goalpost. He wanted to assist his teammate Detu to add another lock to Zhuo Yang. When the football suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, he acted completely subconsciously, which is also the principle of the defender in handling the ball, just like a cat sees a mouse and must not let it go.

However, the mouse was too fast, faster than Van Bronckhorst's brain and body reactions. He was only halfway through stopping the ball when the football hit his toes and changed direction, heading straight one meter away. The door line scraped against the front doorpost.

Captain Giovanni van Bronckhorst's own goal, China 1:2 Netherlands.

Van Bronckhorst would never believe that Zhuoyang was deliberately looking for an own goal against him, and he would never believe it for the rest of his life. The media won't believe it, the brothers won't believe it, and even God won't believe in attacking opponents as teammates. Perhaps the only person who believes in it is Huang Chengjun in the stands, because Zhuo Yang is his belief.

Believe it or not, the score has changed.

Not caring about celebrating with his teammates, let alone cheering for the fans, Zhuo Yang asked Yu Hanchao to grab the football from the net. When he ran towards his own half, Zhuo Yang also pushed Huntelaar. "Hey, hurry up and tee off for me." Huntelaar ignored him.

This goal ignited the remaining fire in the hearts of the Chinese team players, but it did not panic the Dutch. The two sides' football knowledge was as far apart as the Indian Ocean. Of course, this is also determined by the situation on the field. The Dutch are still in the lead, and the time left by the Chinese team can be calculated in seconds.

The Chinese team took advantage of the momentum of winning a goal and swarmed forward. Time did not allow them to follow the plan step by step. It was a helpless choice to burn everything. The experienced Dutch people endured the entanglement and did not expect to be beaten to death with a stick, but only left time to kill.

In the 89th minute, Deng Shuoxiang and Zhao Jiuri made a mistake in passing in the frontcourt, and the Dutch seized the opportunity to launch a fatal counterattack. Kuyt received the ball and turned to pass the second pass, allowing Huntelaar to turn from the center circle. Lonely single sword.

No one can catch up, not even Zhuo Yang. Only Wang Dalei can stop Huntelaar, only he can prevent the game from ending one minute early.

Wang Dalei didn't save Huntelaar's one-on-one shot. He knocked down Huntelaar's man. You don't even know if he deliberately tackled the person instead of the ball. Wang Dalei jumped up excitedly, happier than winning the lottery. The yellow card and penalty kick from the referee La Rianda could not stop him.

Two penalty kicks have been saved, and the next one will be a hat trick. How glorious this must be! So, why bother with that? Just put it down to save trouble and effort and still hold on to it.

Zhuoyang just chatted a few words with Mr. La Rianda out of habit: Are you still bragging? Three penalty kicks,

A little too much?

"Captain of the Chinese team, you and I both know very well that it was a clear and unmistakable penalty kick. I hope you won't dwell on it anymore."

"Okay." Zhuo Yang nodded: "You are a very good referee, if you play fewer cards."

The Chinese team has 5 yellows and one red, and the Netherlands has 4 yellows. This is the most colorful game in the World Cup in South Africa so far.

Even with the penalty kick bug, Zhuo Yang also knew the crisis at this time. Even if there was not much time left, the Chinese team's hope of coming back without this penalty kick would be slim, but there is still hope in slim. The penalty was scored and nothing happened.

Sneijder stood awkwardly in front of the penalty spot. Robin van Persie and Robben went down. No one was competing with him, but he didn't want to kick at all at this moment. Two lessons learned, this is fucking exciting.

Sneijder saw the substitutions being made on the sidelines. The Dutch No. 17 was replaced by No. 10. The 24-year-old midfielder Ibrahim Afellay from Eindhoven was about to replace himself. Sneijder thought it would be better to wait for a while and wait until the sidelines were ready to go with the flow, so there would be no need to take penalty kicks. Whoever likes it can come.

But I also felt that this was too shameless and blatantly cowardly. After thinking for a while, Sneijder bit the bullet and came forward. This bunch of bastards usually take penalty kicks and score goals, and they are all the boss. Today, they all looked around and shrank back, and no one had any shame.

At this moment, Sneijder thought of the injured Van der Vaart. Although he didn't say anything to him because of our hatred the previous year, the guy did have the guts. If he was on the court, maybe I wouldn't have to take the penalty.

Whether you make it or not, you have to guard against the last minute. The Dutch are divided into two groups at this time. Half of the people were outside the Chinese team's penalty area, waiting for the opportunity to shoot. They had already assumed in advance that they would be saved. If we can make up for it first, this nerve-wracking game will be over. Half of the players had their feet in front and behind the center line, standing loosely in a defensive formation. There was no need to go back and forth for a while whether they could advance or not. The Chinese team was tired, and the Dutch were as tired as Sun Tzu.

Sneijder has set-piece footwork, and he is also very good. At the Victor Stadium, he, Van der Vaart and Ibrahimovic had a tragic Three Kingdoms brawl. The cause was each other's competition for free kicks. Free kicks are not a problem, and penalty kicks are not a problem, but Zhuo Yang is so wicked that he makes all of this a problem.

Sneijder's approach-up distance was very long. In fact, his eyes were closed at the moment when he was angrily hitting the football on the instep: I'm going to fuck you, go in, please!

The football hit the crossbar diagonally, with such speed that Wang Dalei couldn't touch it even if he knew it. The crossbar is round, and when the football collides with it, it forms a 45° angle from bottom to top. In other words, it bounced back flat, with a fierce castration.

Zhuoyang got rid of his brother Detu for the first time in the audience! Although the butcher is powerful, he does not have Zhuo Yang's outstanding ability to predict. He only uses one second to hesitate and judge, and in this second Zhuo Yang is like a wild horse running wild.

Fan Umbrella saw Zhuo Yang running towards him with his eyes about to burst, and shouted: Go! ! This sound made Fan San tremble, and by the time he turned around to follow or tried to grab Zhuo Yang, it was already too late. All he could see was Ye Ye's huge butt.

Only the football could catch up with Zhuoyang. It slipped from his head and was stabbed neither lightly nor hard by the toes of his right foot. The acceleration caused it to roll forward quickly, leaving Van der Wiel's sneakers empty.

In front of Heitinga, who was slumping in a lunge, Zhuo Yang caught up with the football that was still rushing forward.

If we talk about the top defenders in today's football whose reputation is far less than their strength, Heitinga must have a place. The 27-year-old Johnny Heitinga was once known as one of the "Four Little Swans of the Netherlands" and became famous earlier than the Six Musketeers.

Zhuoyang didn't slow down at all and swept directly towards Heitinga's right side. While Heitinga turned around to face the enemy, he couldn't help but wonder: Wasn't Zhuo Yang too hasty? With such a rough line, does he look down on me?

However, when he accompanied Zhuo Yang and turned to the right, he knew that he was wrong.

There is no football at Zhuoyang's feet, nothing.